Chapter 87: Two-Bit Clown

The bleached‑blond trust‑fund brat, of course, didn't take Ramon Hahn seriously at all. His eyes were full of contempt; the way he looked at Ramon made him seem like a two‑bit clown. "Stop it!" Ramon kept his face carefully blank. He knew most of these boys were a bunch of useless rich brats. If he met them head‑on, nothing good would come of it. "Yo, do you even know who my dad is? You dare stick your nose in my business? You must be tired of living," one of them-Aziel, the blond-snapped,...