"That woman, I swear I will teach her a lesson someday!"
Despite saying that, the crackle of electricity on Farad's body subsided immediately.
"Puff... loser!" Magnus cackled, unable to contain his amusement at Farad's frustration.
Farad chose silence over retaliation, but as he shifted his foot beneath the table, a mischievous grin crept across his face.
In an instant, Magnus's laughter morphed into a piercing scream, cutting through the chatter of the other customers.
Crumpling forward, he clutched his left leg, heat rising to his cheeks as he shot a furious glare at Farad, whose smile was anything but innocent.
"Farad, you are such a child!"
Magnus huffed, indignation colouring his voice.
In retaliation, Magnus aimed to stomp his foot onto Farad's, but Farad was already two steps ahead, deftly evading the strike.
