>SLAP!!!<
The loud sound of a slap echoed across the ground floor, causing everyone in the lounge to drop their jaws in surprise.
The sight before them was unbelievable, a total opposite of what they had been expecting. Ivan, the one who received a backhand slap from me, staggered back, still feeling the sharp sting on his cheek as he winced.
As for his blow, I dodged it easily while responding with that slap. And as a result, his assault didn't work at all.
'I wasn't going to resort to violence since that would be immature…'
Plus, we were being watched, so there was a chance that violence would attract an unknown penalty. However, I had been patient enough to ensure that there would be unquestionable justifications for my actions.
One, Ivan stole my lunch.
Two, he threatened me.
Three, he struck first.
Using these three factors as a basis, I could act freely without being shackled by the fear of punishment.
Alright, the final fight will be in the next chapter. I promise!