When the lady in her mid-30s heard Nolan's words, she retorted while pointing her hands, "Young man, if you're that lawless, isn't it your parents to be blamed for not disciplining you?"
Nolan was now so pissed off, glaring at the lady. If looks could kill, she might not have survived the intensity of his gaze.
"Young man, the lady was right. If your parents only disciplined you, you would not have become this kind of person. This clearly shows what a piece of shit they really are," Brad said with disgust.
Nolan finally snapped. His glaring eyes became ferocious, resembling an angry wolf ready to attack.
"Excuse me, Mr. Could we perhaps put an end to this situation? He has already ceased his actions, and thankfully, no harm has come to me. Can't we consider calling off any further escalation and simply let it go?" Claire spoke, her intention clear: to alleviate the tension lingering in the air and find a resolution without unnecessary conflict.
"Don't worry, young lady. I understand your fear, but rest assured, this young man won't seek revenge after I've taught him a lesson. As long as I, Brad Nigger, am by your side, nothing will happen to you," Brad assured Claire, pointing confidently at himself as if claiming victory.
He then took deliberate steps towards Nolan, his large and imposing figure making a statement.
The crowd inside started cheering wildly, evidently supporting Brad's stance in the unfolding situation.
"Go, Mr.! Beat that student until he's unrecognizable!" exclaimed a young man, expressing his support like a fan.
"Yeah, beat him until not even his mother can recognize him!" chimed in another.
"Alas, young people today are so unrestrained. Now, you'll have to face the consequences of your actions," sighed an old man in his 60s, shaking his head at the unfolding situation.
As Brad closed the gap between him and Nolan, he arrogantly remarked, "Kid, remember to behave well in the future."
Upon reaching Nolan, he clenched his fist and aimed a punch at Nolan's face, intending to beat him into a pulp.
However, Nolan, who had been holding back, swiftly reacted. His eyes sharpened, and with a quick movement, he deftly blocked the incoming punch with his right arm.
Without giving Brad time to react, Nolan swiftly and forcefully twisted his arm, inflicting sharp pain.
"Ahhhh! Stop, that hurts! Please, let go! It's about to break! Help!" Brad shouted in distress, overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events.
The once-cheering crowd, now witnessing Nolan's unexpected strength, transformed into a mix of shock and fright. Faces that were once smiling were now frozen in disbelief.
"How's that possible? How could that kid be so strong to block and twist Mr. Brad's arm?" the young man exclaimed in utter fright.
"That's utterly impossible! He looks so weak to block that," the old man added, wearing a shocked expression. He couldn't fathom how Nolan not only blocked the blow with one hand but had the strength to twist it.
"Hey you, let go of Mr. Brad's arms right now, brat! Are you trying to cause a stir here?" the same lady shouted in an angry voice, pointing at Nolan with frustration evident in her tone.
Nolan turned his gaze toward the woman with a cold expression. "Shut up, you old b*tch. Didn't all of you cause this ruckus first?" His voice carried a hint of frost, silencing the woman momentarily.
"Young man, why don't we let bygones be bygones and pretend nothing happened?" Brad, who was earlier proud and arrogant, now appeared like a coward, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as Nolan maintained his grip on his arms.
Nolan's voice cut through the air with an icy edge, his words dripping with disdain. "Did I let you speak?" he questioned, his cold gaze fixed on Brad.
The pressure in his hands increased, causing Brad to groan as the pain became almost unbearable. The force compelled him to kneel, his strength overpowered.
In the midst of this agonizing scene, a commanding voice broke through the tension. "Hey, you piece of shit! Let go of Mr. Brad's arms right now!" The lady, witnessing the distress inflicted on Brad, spoke with authority.
Her eyes bore into Nolan, challenging his actions. "Can't you see you're hurting him?" she demanded.
Nolan's gaze shifted towards the lady, a sinister glare etched on his face. Applying even more force, he intensified Brad's pain, causing his groans to echo loudly, reaching the ears of passengers in the other sections of the carriage, awakening them to the disturbing scene.
As Brad's suffering became a distressing symphony, Nolan's cold words sliced through the air.
"You old sh*t, you better shut that mouth off, or I will make it shut up for the rest of your life," he declared with a chilling tone, his piercing eyes revealing a stark seriousness that left no room for doubt.
As the middle-aged lady locked eyes with Nolan's icy gaze, fear crept into her, and she involuntarily shrank back, succumbing to the palpable intimidation.
In the midst of this tension, Brad, in pain and desperation, pleaded, "Please let me go." His words held a hint of vulnerability, echoing the distress of the moment.
Nolan, unmoved by the plea, responded with a cold monotone, uttering a single word: "Fine."
With a calculated exertion of strength, he caused Brad's joints to give way, accompanied by an audible snap, signaling a distressing dislocation.
The sound resonated through the carriage, intensifying the chilling atmosphere.
"Ahhhhh!" Brad's cry of pain echoed through the carriage as he clutched his dislocated arms, writhing on the floor in agony, tears streaming down his face.
"I hate it when someone curses my family; that's just a little payback for me," Nolan stated coldly, his gaze unfazed as he looked at the man now suffering on the floor.
Turning his attention to the lady, Nolan's eyes bore into her, causing her to visibly flinch.
"If I beat you up as well, then I'm also the same as all of you. Count your luck this time," Nolan declared, his words hanging in the air as a reminder.
His gaze shifted towards Claire, who mirrored the fear seen in the lady's eyes.
Nolan did not say anything while looking at her, he took his bag that he used as a pillow, and climb up the window to leave.
If they don't, want his presence here then he better go and find a way up, to go inside the tunnel where the train fall to go back.
After he got out he saw that a lot of people where looking at him, but nobody stepped in even the red hair delinquent who was the closest to Nolan was afraid.
He clearly saw what happened inside even he, could not possibly stop a well-built man with pure strength alone.
Also he did not have any problems with these dude so why would he find problems toward his self.
Nolan was being eyed by a lot of people, while he just walk away entering the forest, trying to find a way to help him go back inside the tunnel.
When he was gone the student besides, the delinquent spoked up in fear, "Isn't that, San Juan Academy star player Nolan Foster"
"What did you say Nolan? Nolan Foster" the delinquent shouted while fear was visible in his eyes.
"Yes I saw him play basketball one time in the school gym, how could i forget" the student replied while shaking.
"F*ck luckily I did not, step up to stopped or I would have my hand broken as well" the delinquent exclaimed in fear.
The student and the delinquent is not afraid about Nolan, basket ball prowess but his strength. He was not just good at basketball but also a good fighter.
There's one time his sister was harassed by a gang, outside the school gate. It's not just a normal gang that you can find in the streets, but they were all ferocious person that even experienced real killing.
Nolan did not just beat them all up, but even made them disabled while sending them to the hospital. It's even 8 vs 1 at that time.
This occurrence made Nolan a person to not be messed with inside or outside the school he's not just a monster in basketball but also in combat.
The school did not punish Nolan, severely at that time because it's an act of self defense but they suspended him for 3 days, for sending them to the hospital.
"I've escaped death this time" the delinquent sighted inwardly.