"Fuck!"
Jakob Compton's body uncontrollably flew forward and smashed to the ground with a thud, sprawling out like a turtle and skidding across the pavement until he finally stopped by hugging onto a lamppost.
The young man kept walking, successively kicking two others in the air, just like he did with Jakob Compton— not injuring them, but making them look very disgraceful.
The harm wasn't great, but the insult was severe.
The young man arrived in front of Nathaniel Frost. Seeing this, Nathaniel could only let go of Khalil Baker and guardedly stare at the newcomer, "Who are you?"
The young man smiled, "Frederick Howell. You guys leave, and we'll call it even, alright?"
"Ptooey!"
Nathaniel Frost spat, "Who do you think you are? You tell us to leave and we just leave?"
Frederick Howell's eyes narrowed slightly, "You can either leave on your own or I can make all of you fall and throw you out!"
