Curious onlookers gathered around.
"Ruan Guang, you've really done it now."
Luo Peng gradually calmed down.
Fighting it out, given the opponent's size, it wasn't clear whether he could gain the upper hand, not to mention the inevitable school punishment to follow. With graduation looming, stirring up trouble now would certainly be unwise.
Ruan Guang snorted at the warning, clearly not taking it to heart.
After all, in his eyes, what he had stepped on was just a counterfeit, a mere imitation. Even if it was a good fake, how much could it be worth?
"Ruan Guang, that watch looks like it might be a Vacheron Constantin..."
He wasn't the only one who knew his stuff, and soon someone else recognized the distinguished emblem on the watch.
Vacheron Constantin?! Even if they hadn't eaten pork, they had seen pigs run; after all, the brand was too famous.
Those four words represented a class, a status.
The crowd's excitement turned to shock and doubt.
"Oh? A Vacheron Constantin?"
