Hunter raised his head slightly and smiled contemptuously. "What? Want to hit me?"
"Don't think I dare not!" Gallon snapped his fists.
The atmosphere was tense.
At this moment, Hunter suddenly looked behind Gallon. He blinked and suddenly grabbed Gallon's wrist. Taking Gallon's fist into his own face, he smashed it and fell to the ground.
Caught off guard, Gallon was dumbfounded, his fist still frozen in the air.
What just happened?
"Hunter Johnson!"
The girl's cold voice sounded behind him.
Claire walked over quickly, squatted down in front of Hunter on one knee, and looked up at Gallon's clenched fist. "You hit him?"
Gallon hurriedly explained, "No… I didn't hit him. He slammed my fist into his face… he started it!"
The harder he tried to explain, the harder he couldn't explain it.
Claire's face was dark. "You know that there is something wrong with his brain. Why are you so harsh to him?"
