Several of Zhao Menghua's lackeys tried to step forward and help, but the instant they met Amon's gaze, they froze where they stood.
What kind of eyes were those...? Cold as Siberia's frozen earth, savage as a beast that had gone hungry for half a month. Wherever his gaze fell, everyone felt a chill shoot up their spines, as though they were being watched by death itself.
His eyes brought to mind the professional killers in movies who treated human lives as nothing, or terrorists.
Just one glance from him was enough to stir an uncontrollable tremor in their hearts...
Perhaps this was what people called killing intent.
How did Lu Mingfei know someone like this?
"He's killing someone! Help! Save him!" Chen Wenwen screamed, her voice tearing through the air. "This is against the law!"
Amon's movements did not pause in the slightest, as if she were merely irrelevant background noise.
Chen Wenwen turned to the surrounding classmates for help.
"Help him, hurry and help him, please... If this keeps going, someone's going to die..."
The students looked at one another, but their feet seemed nailed to the floor. Under normal circumstances, they would have rushed in without hesitation for Zhao Menghua, their "big brother."
But this man before them was clearly no pushover.
The fact that he could casually give away wine worth over two hundred thousand showed his wealth, while his brutality when beating someone pointed to underworld connections.
Offending someone like that for Zhao Menghua simply was not worth it.
At first, Zhao Menghua had tried to struggle, but after several heavy blows, he completely lost the strength to resist. His head buzzed, and nothing but fear remained in his heart... He was truly afraid that he would be beaten to death like this.
Amon grabbed