William Carter didn’t say a word, sitting coldly in his seat. After listening, Sarah Thompson felt a surge of anger rise to the top, “George Miller, if you’re a man, fight me one-on-one. Loser calls the winner ‘dad’!”

“To fight you? Screw you! Have you even looked in the mirror to see what a loser you are?” He turned to look at William Carter sitting there and said, “Kid, get over here!”

William Carter slowly stood up and walked toward George Miller, with Sarah Thompson following behind him. Looking at William Carter, who was half a head shorter than himself, a trace of contempt flashed in George Miller’s eyes. “You little punk, you’ve been acting real cocky lately, trying to steal my people. Sarah Thompson is a loser, if you want him, he’s yours. But I can’t swallow this. So, what do you suggest?”

William Carter lowered his head, his slightly long hair covering his eyes, and a cold voice came from his barely moving lips: “If you’re smart, you’d best swallow it. Sarah Thompson has his own choices.”

Hearing that icy voice, George Miller’s heart skipped a beat for no reason, but when he saw the smiling Sarah Thompson behind William Carter, he tossed aside his momentary weakness. “You trying to act tough with me?” He grabbed William Carter’s hair and yanked it down, then raised his knee and slammed it into William Carter’s face. William Carter dropped to his knees, blood streaming from his nose. Sarah Thompson shouted and charged at George Miller, but was pinned to the ground by several others who came with him.

With a cruel smile on his face, George Miller kicked William Carter down again. “What’s wrong, giving up so soon?” George Miller stepped on William Carter’s face and turned to ask Sarah Thompson, “This is your so-called boss? He’s under my foot now! Hahaha~~~~~”

Sarah Thompson struggled to get up, but four or five people held down his arms and legs. “George Miller, fuck you…” Before he could finish, someone next to him kicked him in the face. Sarah Thompson coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, William Carter, lying on the ground, grabbed the ankle of the foot pressing on his face with his left hand, catching George Miller off guard. With his right hand, William Carter pulled out a utility knife and stabbed it into George Miller’s thigh. “Ah!~~” George Miller let out a pig-like scream, clutching his wounded leg and stumbling back several steps. William Carter stood up, walked over to George Miller, and punched him in the face. George Miller’s men, seeing blood, were at a loss for what to do.

They froze, but William Carter didn’t stop. With bloodshot eyes, he rained punches and kicks down on George Miller. In no time, George Miller was beaten bloody and collapsed on the ground. Taking advantage of the others’ shock, Sarah Thompson got up, grabbed a wooden stick hidden under the table, and swung it at the head of the guy who had kicked him earlier. That guy grunted, clutching his head and dropping to his knees, blood seeping through his fingers. Sarah Thompson shouted, “Brothers, get in here!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed in the hallway. Soon, seven or eight more people entered the classroom. Sarah Thompson yelled, “I’m ‘setting the example’!” and swung his stick at the others. The newcomers, seeing Sarah Thompson start the fight, didn’t hesitate and began kicking the group that George Miller had brought.

William Carter grabbed George Miller’s hair and yanked his head up. By now, George Miller was dazed, one eye swollen shut with a huge lump, the other looking hazily at the person in front of him. “Kid, I admit it this time. It’s because I’m not as ruthless as you. Do what you want—beat me, kill me, whatever. If I, George Miller, so much as whimper, I’m not even human!”

William Carter placed the utility knife at his neck and said, “You have two choices now. One, get strung up. Two, follow me. You decide.”

William Carter let go of George Miller and stepped back two paces. The others also stopped and stood behind William Carter. A quick-witted student immediately brought over a chair. William Carter glanced at him, smiled slightly, sat down, crossed his legs, and gently ran his fingers across his face.

George Miller wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at his men lying on the ground, and asked, “Brother, what’s your name?”

“William Carter.” William Carter put the knife into his pocket and answered.

“Alright, Will. I’m convinced. From now on, you’re my boss!” George Miller felt that this guy wasn’t just ruthless, but also smart—he’d probably become someone remarkable in the future.

William Carter stood up, patted George Miller on the shoulder, and said, “Heh! From now on, we’re brothers. What’s mine is yours!” With that, he walked out of the classroom. George Miller watched the disappearing figure at the door, still feeling the warmth of William Carter’s gaze when he patted his shoulder. At that moment, he felt an inexplicable happiness.

The newcomers were all a bit stunned. They were all friends of Sarah Thompson. Earlier, Sarah Thompson had told them there was someone he called boss and wanted them to meet him. But after meeting, they were disappointed, because William Carter looked completely ordinary. Out of respect for Sarah Thompson, they also called William Carter ‘Will’, but in their hearts, they weren’t convinced at all. They never expected that this seemingly ordinary guy would take down George Miller single-handedly and even make George Miller willingly become his subordinate. Now, they were truly convinced by William Carter.

Sarah Thompson broke the silence and said to the others, “Damn, what are you all standing around for? Hurry up and get Dave and the injured brothers to the hospital!” The others quickly lifted George Miller and his injured men. George Miller pushed away the people trying to help him, struggled to his feet, and said, “I can walk by myself! Big Sam, calling me Dave now, huh? Really is like slapping me and then handing me a date to eat!”