"If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"
"Our Apex University isn't a place for people like you!"
A few male students were cracking their knuckles, looking hostile.
Cynthia Anderson frowned and said, "There's no need to get physical!"
"Class leader, this kind of person is just a scoundrel, itching for a beating!" a tall male student said. He sneered and reached out to grab me by the collar.
Charlie' expression turned cold. His right hand shot out like lightning, stopping the approaching hand and slamming it down hard onto the desk.
Bang!
The desk shook.
The student's face twisted in pain, and he let out a cry.
"When it comes to fighting, none of you are my match, so don't embarrass yourselves!" Charlie stared at him, his tone icy.
Then, as Charlie released him, the student fell back onto the ground.
He scrambled to his feet, his face contorted with anger, about to attack again, when a commotion erupted outside.
