After all, his body couldn’t compare to those in later generations who had been through years of training. At this point, his body was still suffering from years spent just reading books. It wasn’t until he got to college that he realized he needed to start working out properly.

Everyone stared blankly at Michael Bolton, not expecting that this delicate and gentle-looking boy would become so violent once he exploded.

Olivia Reed also looked at John Parker with a police-like gaze, surprised that this usually somewhat timid and gentle-looking boy could become so fierce when he got ruthless. Only now did she realize that she had never truly understood her deskmate. All the understanding she thought she had was shattered by him one by one today. That somewhat handsome face now seemed shrouded in layers of mist, making it impossible to see him clearly.

Robert Brooks was first hit by a bench, then smashed headfirst to the ground. The double blow made his whole face scrunch up, leaving him bruised and battered, with blood streaming from his nose. The sharp pain from his shoulder made him gasp for breath.

“Cripple him for me!” Robert Brooks, who had never suffered such a big loss, shouted through gritted teeth. Ever since he could remember, he’d been running with the crowd, and it wasn’t like he’d never been beaten up before. As the saying goes, if you walk by the river often, your shoes are bound to get wet. He’d had worse injuries than this.

But he had never been this humiliated before—beaten to the ground before he could even react, as pathetic as a stray dog.

The few student thugs who had followed hesitated, because Michael Bolton was holding a bench. No matter how good your fighting skills are, a brick can take you down. Besides, they didn’t have any fighting skills—just a lot of experience in group fights. Although what Michael Bolton was holding wasn’t a brick, to them, it was even scarier than a brick. After all, just now Robert Brooks had been knocked to the ground by Michael Bolton in one blow. Robert Brooks was their leader not just because he was the dean’s son, but more importantly, because he was the strongest among them and had plenty of experience in group fights.

But even so, Robert Brooks was still knocked down by Michael Bolton with a single bench.

Now, talking about crippling someone—who knows if they could even take him down, and they’d definitely get hurt themselves. Who would cripple whom was hard to say. At this point, the bench had already surpassed the atomic bomb in their minds as the world’s number one weapon.

“Hey!” One of the student thugs shouted and charged forward. “Bang!” A bench swung over, landing squarely on the boy’s shoulder.

The boy cried out in pain, stumbled, and hit the ground headfirst, wailing miserably—no better off than Robert Brooks.

Seeing this bold student thug get knocked down by Michael Bolton in one blow, the remaining thugs hesitated even more.

“Damn, they dare come to our Class 7 to snatch people? Let’s beat them to death!” At this moment, William Harris shook his fat body and shouted, grabbing his own bench and heading toward the thugs.

David Thompson said nothing, pulled an iron rod from his backpack, swung it twice, and it whistled through the air. As a popular figure at school, he naturally attracted envy and resentment. Plenty of thugs at school who didn’t like him would try to cause trouble, so he always kept a rod handy for counterattacks at any time.

Honestly, for guys, getting into a fight isn’t a big deal—who hasn’t fought as a kid? But David Thompson’s experience in group fights was at least as good as these thugs, and almost every time he fought, he was outnumbered. His fighting ability was top-notch.

It was basically an everyday thing!

With William Harris riling them up, the boys in the class—half-grown teens whose hot-bloodedness hadn’t been worn down—suddenly found their courage now that someone was leading the way, and started shouting.

“Beat the crap out of these bastards!”

“Yeah, get them! Last time they even dared to block me!”

Chapter 6: The Group Fight Incident (Part 2)

“If someone gets crippled, how much is the compensation? Our family will pay!” David Thompson said with a cold laugh, making everyone shiver—this was a real tough guy!

Just now, the usually quiet Michael Bolton had shocked everyone with his violent outburst. Then, the chubby William Harris grabbed a bench and charged forward. Now, David Thompson calmly said he’d pay if someone got crippled. Compared to him, Robert Brooks, who had just been shouting about crippling Michael Bolton, was really weak.

Many girls in the class had stars in their eyes. David Thompson’s words, combined with his handsome face, made him look incredibly cool. Although they’d heard before that David Thompson had fought with thugs both inside and outside school, they’d never seen it with their own eyes.

Even the girls were fired up by this scene, and a sense of class honor surged in their hearts.

All along, many people in the class couldn’t understand how three completely different people could become best friends. Michael Bolton was a bookworm who read novels all day, William Harris was a chubby guy who always smiled and seemed easygoing, and David Thompson was sunny and handsome, a popular figure at school. They didn’t seem like the same type at all—three totally different kinds of people!

But looking at them now, they really were the same. Deep down, they all had that wild, violent streak—a bunch of people who weren’t afraid of trouble!

Michael Bolton couldn’t help but laugh and cry—were these two here to steal his thunder?