A girl’s gaze flickered toward the boy sitting quietly in the corner, and for a moment she was stunned.
She’d been so focused on the showdown between Henry Yan and Victor Wei that she hadn’t even noticed when someone else showed up over there.
Most importantly, she was sure the guy sitting there wasn’t from their school.
When Lynn Chen and her group arrived earlier, she’d checked—there hadn’t been anyone following behind.
So when exactly did that guy come in?
She couldn’t figure it out.
But looking at the boy sitting there—cool as ice, like he was just watching the drama from afar—it was clear the chaos hadn’t fazed him at all.
He’s definitely seen some things.
Solid, steady vibes.
Maybe he’s some hidden rich heir?
Her mind hadn’t even had time to process all this—plus, there was no way she could just walk over and ask.
Just then, Henry Yan’s cursing rang out across the room.
"You actually dare lay a hand on me!"
Henry Yan was propped up by Tony Tao, one hand pressed to his forehead, blood trickling from a fresh wound.
Gordon Guo still hadn’t recovered after getting smashed with a wine bottle by Henry Yan, and in the chaos just now, he’d been stomped on a few more times—he was still sprawled on the floor.
Victor Wei, pinned down by several guys, looked ferocious as he struggled to break free—but he just didn’t have the strength, and he wasn’t a fighter anyway. It was all pointless.
"If you’ve got the guts, finish me off!"
Victor Wei’s voice was low and hoarse as he yelled, "Come on, do it! Kill me if you can!"
His voice was raspy, full of fury, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"You actually dare threaten me?"