"The cafeteria is common ground. Who said you can lay claim to it?" said Zhang Fu.
Zhang Fu clutched his chest, glaring at Duan Shujie. But before Zhang Fu could even finish speaking, Duan Shujie's hand flew out, delivering a harsh slap.
Duan Shujie grabbed Zhang Fu by the hair, squinted, and sneered, "Why? Because from now on, here at Capital University, I call the shots! In my eyes, Class 7 is nothing but a bunch of dogs, to be insulted at my whim. What are you going to do about it?"
After his declaration, Duan Shujie raised his fist to punch Zhang Fu's face. Zhang Fu, held in his grip, couldn't even resist. Huang Hao and the others watched in desperate frustration, unable to do anything but stand by as their friend was humiliated—a humiliation unlike anything their class had ever experienced. Their eyes were red with anger. A showdown with Class 1 was inevitable.
