Chapitre 119: A glimpse of the rich's people's darker side

"Oy! You blockheads. What the hell are you doing?"

Maxen and the three bullies shifted their attention to Luke. The latter stomped his feet on the step-up until he was standing tall on the flat surface. 

"Hah… and who is this pretty boy here?" Wyn, the long-haired student, cocked his head. "Did he just call us bookheads?"

"Oy. Aren't this the transferee last year? Heh. So he still doesn't know the rules here, huh?" The one leaning in the corner, Emyr, sneered, gazing at Luke from head to toe.

"It seemed our boy Maxen had a new friend, eh? Why don't you introduce us to him?" Ja, the one who had a scar across his eyebrow, tugged Maxen's shoulder. "You two seemed pretty close."

"Hah…" Luke scoffed, setting his eyes at Maxen. "Look at him. Acting all tough when he can't even deal with these guys."

Maxen arched a brow and glanced at Luke. "Go."

"What?"