Charles's eyes widened, a flash of terror crossing his face.
Instinctively, he dodged—barely avoiding the attacks from the crowd. Unexpectedly, the crew-cut man suddenly pounced, grabbing Charles Hampton by the collar. Amidst the chaos, someone tripped Charles. He couldn't move freely at all!
In a split second, a punch from the crew-cut man landed heavily on Charles's abdomen! The cold and lean young man hunched slightly, finally cracking his indifferent expression. He grunted in pain, a flash of agony in his eyes. He could only lean against the wall instinctively, using his hand to support his staggering body.
Unsurprisingly, the crew-cut man and his followers were not willing to let Charles go.
"What's the matter, can't take it? I'm not done yet!" the crew-cut man smirked, revealing a sinister smile. His followers also showed no intention of stopping. After all, it was too boring here.
"Only by bullying the newcomers can we find some amusement."