The burly young man's face had become cherry red at this moment. He was about to retaliate in kind, about to blast that detestable country bumpkin out and thereby demonstrate his superiority in front of everyone else. However, as he tried to throw out his arm, it got caught by someone.
The one who grasped his arm was also a teenager.
A slightly younger-looking teenager, whose gaze instilled a shiver of fear in the burly youth.
The dignity of the burly young man was painfully wounded. He could not forgive himself for feeling fearful of someone even younger. This was unforgivable.
"I am giving you one last chance," he stated. "Release your claw, or I will not be polite to you!"
After uttering this threat, the burly youth saw the teenager in front of him smile. The smile was radiant, yet it left the burly youth feeling a bit cold.
