"Big bro, b-big bro, stop kicking me, stop! Boohoo, I was wrong!" Flat Top Bro covered the back of his head with one hand and his butt with the other, his thoughts completely muddled. His dizzy mind had only one thought left: beg for mercy.
"You're already playing with knives at your age?" Jiang Xiao snatched the Spring Knife from Flat Top Bro's hand, kicked him onto his back, and straddled him.
Flat Top Bro had just taken blows to the face, and then slammed the back of his head against the wall. He was in terrible shape. Through his daze, he vaguely saw a sharp, icy gleam descending.
Flat Top Bro hurriedly raised his arm to block it, and the Spring Knife stabbed straight into his arm.
"Argh!!!" Flat Top Bro let out a terrible scream and became much more clearheaded.
This guy is seriously for real!? Is he even a student? If I hadn't blocked that, would I have been killed outright!?
Cold sweat poured down Flat Top Bro's entire body. He never would have expected this harmless-looking young man to be so ruthless.
This was completely beyond the level of a high school student. What the hell—Jiang Xiao held the Spring Knife in a reverse grip, pulled it out, clenched his fist, and slammed it into Flat Top Bro.
"Brother! Big bro! I was really wrong! I really was! Fighting is one thing, but don't kill me! How about you keep kicking my butt instead?" Flat Top Bro screamed in terror. He was indeed a hotheaded brawler, but even that had its limits. At most, he confined himself to fighting and brawling. He had never once considered doing anything that would result in someone's death.
"I know what I'm doing. What are you yelling about?" Jiang Xiao