C213 The Anger of a Single Dog

Barton was very proud of himself. He could be said to be extremely proud. His eyes seemed to be spurting out a strong flame, as if he wanted to cut me into a thousand pieces.

There were still the bruises and scars left from the beating on his face.

"Barton, it really is you," I said coldly.

"You brat, you have guts. You made a promise to fight outside the school at six o'clock