Chapter 419: Do What You Want to Do, Leave the Rest to Me_1
"Fuck!"
Jakob Compton’s body uncontrollably flew forward and smashed to the ground with a thud, sprawling out like a turtle and skidding across the pavement until he finally stopped by hugging onto a lamppost.
The young man kept walking, successively kicking two others in the air, just like he did with Jakob Compton— not injuring them, but making them look very disgraceful.
The harm wasn’t great, but the insult was severe.
The young man arrived in front of Nathaniel Frost. Seeing this, Nathaniel could only let go of Khalil Baker and guardedly stare at the newcomer, "Who are you?"
The young man smiled, "Frederick Howell. You guys leave, and we’ll call it even, alright?"
"Ptooey!"
Nathaniel Frost spat, "Who do you think you are? You tell us to leave and we just leave?"
Frederick Howell’s eyes narrowed slightly, "You can either leave on your own or I can make all of you fall and throw you out!"
Nathaniel’s face held a hint of hesitation. After all, they were all Cultivators, and from Frederick Howell’s earlier moves, he could tell that they were no match for Howell. Continuing the fight would be simply asking for humiliation.
Just as Nathaniel was about to speak up and leave, Khalil Baker, whose face had swollen from Nathaniel’s beating, got up from the ground and arrogantly said, "Bro Frederick, we can’t let them walk away like that. If they want to leave, they have to slap themselves three times and apologize before we let them go!"