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?”

well. He was not

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

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

a deep hit. “Murder is going to get me in trouble. The most I

is

he even know what

“Probably not.”

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 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

picked up an empty bottle and hurled it

insulting me just to butter up Wallace? Just because

would go so far. Blood was trickling down his head, and he

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

as impulsive as ever. You can do anything you want if you’re powerful enough, but the problem is, you’re just a measly driver. You don’t have

patience finally ran out. He swung his hand

him and smashed it down on

pieces, and the thug fell. He was

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,