"Bang——"
Accompanied by a loud thud, the tall and burly man crashed heavily to the ground.
His head hit the corner of the dining table, breaking the skin on his forehead and spilling fresh red blood.
"Fuck."
The man cursed furiously as he tried to stand but fell again, aggravating the wound.
"..."
The surrounding students looked on with puzzled faces. Seeing his miserable state, none of them showed sympathy; instead, there was a faint sense of schadenfreude.
Mason Hugh and the others who followed floated in the air, laughing mockingly.
"Serves you right, serves you right. Why didn't you just drop dead!"
"Do enough evil, and there won't be a good end for you; you'll get your comeuppance eventually."
"Pah, you dog. The food we eat normally isn't nearly as good. It must be Davy Lloyd who notified you to change the food quality, right? With all the money you've embezzled, are you saving to buy your own coffin?"
...
