The beautiful sunrise reflecting upon Capital Star's magnificent splendor brought forth a new week promising great progress. But for Zi Han, it only brought forth vengeance, not vengeance upon himself but on someone else.
Whoever sent him those messages was going to be a dead man it's just that he had to find out who it was first. He sat cross legged in his chair tapping his light brain to find the blocked contact.
With a few taps, he found it and shuffled towards Shorty who was panickingly doing his assignment due in a few hours. "Hey Shorty... do you know whose number this is?" he asked while showing him the blocked number.
Shorty raised his head and only took a short glimpse before replying, "No, I don't think so. You can ask around... someone must know."
"Oh, did you finish your language assignment? This younger brother spent his entire weekend challenging people to mech battles on the virtual network that I completely forgot I had an assignment."
