Anthony was stunned when the phone was smacked away by a wooden bat—he had a hard time telling what had happened. However, he recovered quickly. He turned around with the cute smile still hanging on his face.
When the wooden bat came for him earlier, Anthony's good reflexes had already felt something, but even though he managed to evade his fatal parts from being hit, it was not enough. The wooden bat brushed through the back of his hand to create a bruise.
He rubbed the hand carefully before pushing it inside his pocket. Facing the group of men that surrounded him, he grumbled in a light tone, "Why did you do that? I haven't finished the conversation with my baby."
