"Jason Clark, starting tomorrow, you don't need to come anymore." The principal announced coldly.

Jason Clark was stunned, feeling baffled. "Why?"

"Why?" The principal found it amusing, his expression exaggerated to the extreme. "You actually have the nerve to ask why? My god! In all my years as principal, I've never seen a student as worthless as you. Look at yourself—fighting, brawling, you're nothing but a downright thug! Scum like you only tarnish Ander's reputation, making it utterly foul! You can get lost. From today on, you're banned from entering Ander..."

The principal felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, venting all the frustration he'd just endured.

The only thing that bothered him was Jason Clark's defiant expression, as if he didn't care at all.

"Let me tell you, trash like you won't be accepted by any school. Get out! Five years of training and you still only know the basic martial arts, you idiot—your head is full of crap! You'll always be stuck in the slums, filthy and chaotic, surrounded by garbage just like you!"

The principal raised his head, looking down on Jason Clark with utter disdain and contempt. "Let me tell you, Old Man Bennett will be kicked out with you. That damned old man—his biggest mistake in life was meeting you, and now he'll pay the price for it..."

The principal's tirade was abruptly cut off.

A scarred hand gripped his throat.

The previously indifferent Jason Clark now looked like an enraged lion. His hair stood on end, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, twisting his face into something terrifying.

The principal was stunned by the sudden turn of events, his mind going blank.

The hand gripping his throat was like an iron clamp, pulling his face closer and closer.

Jason Clark's fierce, terrifying face filled his vision. The principal's thighs began to tremble uncontrollably, fear overwhelming him.

This guy's gone mad! He's gone mad! He actually dared to lay hands on the principal!

The other teachers in the principal's office were also stunned by the sudden turn of events.

"You dare insult Mr. Bennett!" Jason Clark was like a completely different person, his expression ferocious as he gripped the principal's throat, dragging the principal's fat body toward him like a dead dog.

Jason Clark's roar was shockingly deep.

The fury in Jason Clark's chest raged and spread wildly. In all of Ander, Mr. Bennett was the person he respected most, and this damned fat man actually dared to insult Mr. Bennett!

Courting death!

Jason Clark tightened his grip on the principal's throat.

Bang!

Jason Clark's forehead slammed hard into the principal's face. A shrill scream rang out as blood sprayed everywhere.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The principal was completely stunned by the assault, and everyone was shocked by Jason Clark's crazed actions.

Jason Clark released his grip, and the principal collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.

Jason Clark's face was covered in blood, but he didn't care at all. His fierce gaze swept over the other teachers. The teachers were so intimidated by Jason Clark's aura that they could only watch him leave in silence.

With a cold snort, he walked toward the door.

"You actually dared to attack—" a teacher tried to suppress his fear and spoke in a trembling voice.

Jason Clark suddenly turned his bloodstained face, his fierce, piercing gaze instantly scaring the teacher into swallowing the rest of his words.

Every teacher present was far stronger than Jason Clark, but the ferocity he displayed left them all speechless with fear.

Jason Clark didn't spare them another glance and turned to leave.

The students along the way were all frightened by Jason Clark's dark expression and instinctively made way for him.

As the anger in his heart gradually subsided, seeing the familiar trees and grass, and realizing he would never return after today, Jason Clark suddenly felt a bit sentimental. He bit his lip hard, held his head high, and tried his best to look as nonchalant as usual.

Even if I'm leaving, I, Jason Clark, will leave with my head held high!

As he stepped out of the school gate, a hoarse old voice suddenly called from behind.

"Jason Clark!"

Jason Clark froze. He turned around—it was Mr. Bennett. He stammered, "Teacher..."

For the first time, he felt ashamed. If it weren't for him, Mr. Bennett wouldn't have been driven out of Ander. Mr. Bennett had always looked after him, yet he had brought so much trouble to Mr. Bennett.

Mr. Bennett's wrinkled face showed no sadness, anger, or regret. He waved his hand, his expression kind. "Don't feel guilty. I've wanted to retire for a long time."

Jason Clark lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.

"Jason Clark!" Mr. Bennett's tone suddenly turned stern. "Lift your head!"

Jason Clark instinctively raised his head.

Mr. Bennett gazed at the defiant youth before him, seeing a reflection of his own younger self in Jason Clark.

The same defiance, the same arrogance, the same self-righteousness, the same stubbornness, the same unwillingness to admit defeat.

That's what it means to be young!

His expression softened, and he earnestly encouraged him in a gentle voice, "Don't give up!"

Jason Clark's nose tingled, and tears streamed down his face. The gloom in the sky vanished, sunlight pouring into his heart, filling him with indescribable warmth.