"Oh, look who it is, Clinton Lincoln. I never thought that you would actually be here. And, let me guess, with that expression on your face, I'm sure that you are currently trying to bully someone." The young man whose name was Luther suddenly smiled as he looked at the young man with purple dyed hair.
"Humph! Why do you care about that? It is not like this matter concerns you!" Clinton said as he pointed towards Luther aggressively.
"What nonsense are you saying? You should know that this racing track doesn't belong to your family. So, I believe that I am not prohibited from coming here. Additionally, you should actually behave yourself. This is not your property after all." Luther replied, the smile on his face maintained.
Although it seemed that Clinton wanted to retort, but he found that there was nothing that he could say. After all, what Luther had said was actually the truth.
