I’m Someone Else

The answer made Wallace freeze in disbelief. What the hell is going on today? First I got beaten up by a lowly driver, and then a filthy mechanic yells at me? What is this? Loser’s Bragging Day?

“Why are you wasting your time on these losers? Just get rid of them and go back to the gathering,” Izzy urged impatiently. They’re just no-name losers. Beat them up and get it over with. Don’t waste your time talking to them.

Outside the room, everyone else was watching the show unfurl without raising even a finger to help. After all, this had nothing to do with them. You only have yourself to blame, Thomas. You hit Wallace, and this is what you get.

“Nate!” Wallace looked at Nate.

“Kill that little b*stard!” Nate swung his hand down.

But before Nate’s lackeys could do anything, Sean asked curiously, “Who the hell are you?”

“You’re asking me? What’s that got to do with you? F*ck off if you don’t wanna die!”

Nate shot Sean an icy look of scorn and disdain. Who’s this little sh*t? What kind of question is that? Don’t you see you guys are in trouble? Shut the f*ck up or I’ll kill you too!

“Someone has a short temper.” William smiled as he lit a cigar, then he turned to Thomas. “I’m not saying anything, Thomas, but why did you snap his fingers?”

as well. He was not afraid in the slightest. “What

in William’s eyes, and he looked at Nate coldly. “You should have snapped his neck and been done with it. If you did, he wouldn’t even

by law. Killing him is going to get me

to

the hell is he talking

he even know what

“Probably not.”

He despised Thomas even

up an empty bottle and hurled it

me, and now you’re insulting me just to butter up Wallace? Just because he looks like he has the advantage? I didn’t do anything to you,

not believe Thomas would go so far. Blood was trickling down his head, and he held it tightly as he glared

shock. There’s a bunch of people here. If you missed that throw by just a few degrees, someone else could have gotten hurt.

the problem is, you’re just a measly driver. You don’t have anyone to depend on. Wallace and Nate aside, if Aaron decides to call the cops on you,

He swung his hand down and sent his thugs straight

and smashed it down on the head

impact shattered the chair into pieces, and the thug fell. He was

cold in their tracks. That was a wooden chair, and he smashed it in one go? How much force was behind it? If we got hit by that, we’d