Everyone's anger was stirred up.
They swarmed forward, pressing Mr. Jeroen down to the ground and beating him with their fists and feet.
Among them, Wilder Pauly's blows were the most brutal, his fists cutting through the air, beads of water dripping onto his hands.
His fists, propelled by the force of breaking air, ruthlessly slammed into Mr. Jeroen's refined face, showing no mercy.
Seeing this, the other girls withdrew and left the battlefield to him.
"Fuck!"
"Are you fucking tired of living? Huh?! If you're tired of living, then I'll grant your wish today!"
Wilder Pauly's roar reverberated clearly in the ears of everyone present amid the downpour.
Feeling the overwhelming anger that filled the surroundings, the crowd couldn't help but feel their scalp tingle.
His clothes soaked through by the rain, he sat on Mr. Jeroen's legs, forcefully swinging his fists down one after another.
