"Who else wants to beat me up?" Christian yelled. "Come on!"
Of the four bullies who had been beating him up, with one being stabbed, the remaining three just scrambled away as fast as they could while screaming in fear.
Christian stood his ground, with the knife in his hand.
Using his hands as support, the student who had been stabbed tried desperately to back away, screaming for help at the same time.
"Do you now know what it's like to be screaming for help?" Christian jeered.
Still holding the bloodied knife, he walked closer to the stabbed boy and glared menacingly at him, saying coldly, "I have been calling for help every single day. Why didn't anyone help me?
"I recall you saying that there was no use screaming for help in this isolated area because no one would hear me. And even if they did, no one would dare help me.
"So now, I am repeating what you said to me."
