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

Nate coldly. “You should have snapped his neck and been done with

we’re ruled by law. Killing him is going to get me

cigar William handed to him and drew a deep hit. “Murder is going to get me in trouble. The most I can

hell is

he even know

“Probably not.”

doing the same thing with these trash. That’s kind of hypocritical, don’t you think? Wallace has to lay low, but you can insult him all you want?” Aaron blurted. He despised Thomas even

empty bottle and hurled it at

didn’t 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

head, and he held it tightly as he glared daggers

people here. If you missed that throw by just a few degrees,

can do anything you want if you’re powerful enough, but the problem is, you’re just a measly driver. You don’t have anyone to depend on. Wallace and Nate aside, if Aaron decides

out. He swung his hand down and sent his thugs

up the chair behind him and smashed it down on the head

fell. He was covered in

was a wooden chair, and he smashed it in one go? How much force was behind it? If we got hit