"I said it!"
Little San's smile gradually turned evil. This newbie looked down on him!
The mistress stood up and pushed the huge desk to the side. The entire table was pushed against the wall.
The six seasoned soldiers stood nervously in the corner, watching this scene.
Mo Li didn't move and sat steadily in the distance.
The more Little Three looked at this newcomer, the more annoyed he became. After the challenge, he continued to sit down and did not even stand up. The more he acted tough now, the more miserable he would die later.
Little San walked over step by step, his imposing manner shocking.
Mo Li still didn't move. He looked ahead expressionlessly.
Mo Li spoke up when Little San was already in front of him and was about to raise his fist.
"Wait!"
"What's the matter? Hurry up and say it!"
"If I win, I'll be the class monitor, right?"
"What nonsense are you spouting! You win! Can we fight now?"
"Wait!"
"What now?"
