The Battering Stick Thunders Its Way to the Head Coach

Chapter 836: The Battering Stick Thunders Its Way to the Head Coach

Now, hearing two lower-class people discussing the upper class, he felt as if they were talking about him. He immediately came out to reprimand them.

The two people who'd been reprimanded saw that it was 1868 and lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

They thought the same way 1868 did. They also felt he was already halfway to becoming an upper-class person, so they didn't dare talk back.

Seeing the two of them lower their heads in fear, 1868 was satisfied. He then stepped forward again to reprimand the supermarket employee who'd just spoken out of turn.

He was the only person there with all his arms and legs intact, so he was more energetic than the others.

1868 charged toward the entrance, full of fury, but a shop assistant nearby, who'd been watching the commotion, shoved him to the ground.

Then the lower-class people inside looked at them with disdain and waved them away like flies. "Go cool off somewhere else. Don't block the door."

1868 lay on the ground, stunned. He couldn't understand why the lower-class people here were different from those back home and weren't afraid of the upper class at all.

"There are no upper-class people anymore." A muffled voice came from beside him.

He turned to look and saw that someone wearing a cloak had appeared beside them at some point.

1868's first thought was to figure out whether the newcomer was upper or lower class, but not a trace of skin showed beneath the cloak, leaving him unable to tell.

Unable to make out the stranger's status, he didn't dare speak rudely. He only asked quietly, "What?"

As he spoke, he kept glancing at the cloaked figure, trying to find a