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?”

lips as well. He was not afraid in the

snapped his neck and been done with it.

But we’re ruled by law. Killing him is going

is going to get me in trouble. The most I can do is paralyze him and have him spend his days on a

the hell is he

even know what he’s

“Probably not.”

him all you want?” Aaron blurted. He despised Thomas even more now. Don’t you see these guys around you? I would grovel and beg for mercy if I were you. Don’t make it sound like you have the upper hand, because you

up an empty bottle and hurled

snap at you even when you were insulting 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, and you’re calling my

far. Blood was trickling down his head, and he held it tightly as

a bunch of people here. If you missed that throw by just a few degrees, someone else could have

the problem is, you’re just a measly driver. You don’t have anyone

finally ran out. He swung his hand down and sent

smashed it down on

chair into pieces, and the thug fell. He was covered in blood while his

chair, and he smashed it in one