He was furious, reaching out to grab Hannah's arm.
Just as his hand extended halfway, it suddenly got caught.
The green-haired man instinctively wanted to curse, but when he turned back and saw the face, he was like seeing a ghost, "Sim... Simmons, bro?"
He couldn't even speak clearly.
Arnold Simmons's expression was icy cold. His gaze at the young man was devoid of any warmth, his slender fingers seemed ready to crush the young man's wrist, "Want to start something?"
Having suffered a loss under Arnold before, the green-haired man naturally did not want to confront him again and quickly shook his head, "No, I was just talking to her, trying to make friends."
"Like making friends?" Arnold's voice was light, seemingly amused yet not, "Come, let's have a chat."
The young man was terrified, "No... no need to talk, we are leaving, just leaving."
After saying this, a few young men picked up their backpacks and uniforms from the ground and ran.
