Chương 400: Kid Koll

Silence ensued between them. Neither said a word for the next few minutes; they just glared at each other.

Then the boy moved. He sprinted towards Northern, leaning forward with his hands behind his back.

As he entered Northern's space, he dropped into a low stance and swiped a sweeping kick, hoping to make Northern fall, or at least stumble.

But Northern was gone.

The boy frowned and quickly sprang up, twisting his body mid-air to locate the white-haired boy.

When he spotted Northern, it was already too late—Northern's fist was inches away from his face.

It connected with the force of a battering ram, sending him flying. His body rolled through the air like a ragdoll, slammed against the white wall, and slumped down lifelessly.

The boy quickly stood up, but Northern was faster. His kick smashed the boy's face to the side, sending him tumbling on the floor.

"I told you, didn't I? Things would be different."