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

appeared in William’s eyes, and he looked at Nate coldly. “You should have snapped

have a point.” Thomas nodded in agreement. But we’re ruled by law. Killing him is going to get me in a lot of

hit. “Murder is going to get me in trouble. The most I can do is paralyze him and

is he

even know what

“Probably not.”

has to lay low, but you can insult him all you want?” Aaron blurted. He despised Thomas even more now. Don’t you

empty bottle and hurled it at

to butter up Wallace? Just because he looks like he has the advantage? I didn’t

far. Blood was trickling down his head, and he

almost jumped in shock. There’s a bunch of people here. If you missed that throw by just a few degrees, someone else could

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 to

out. He swung his hand down and

him and smashed

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

he smashed it in one go? How much force was behind it? If we got hit by