Chapter 22: Vipers(2)
Mikey was trembling. His legs felt like they had turned into jelly, and his arms were so stiff he couldn't even force himself to move.
He looked up, eyes darting to Son, whose gaze slowly shifted toward him.
Son's eyes were sharp, cutting through the air like blades, filled with undeniable fierceness.
Mikey saw it, felt it deep in his bones, yet his body betrayed him. He was still standing there, actually standing off against Son—when in reality, all he wanted to do was curl into a ball and roll away.
Then silence fell. The hallway stilled as if the entire world had hit pause.
Everyone was staring at him, with their mouths agape, and their eyes wide with astonishment. The sheer audacity of Mikey Dickson standing up to Son had rendered them speechless. He could see their faces, their shock mingling with a strange sense of admiration. It was only then that it dawned on him—he had actually touched Son.
He glanced around, locking eyes with the ghostly expressions of the students before finally settling back on Son.
A slow, pleased smile crept onto Son's face.
Then—
BANG.
A sickening punch landed squarely on Mikey's face. A deafening crack echoed through the hallway, his nose erupting in pain as blood spurted from his nostrils. His body flew backward like a ragdoll, crashing onto the ground with a thud so loud that the entire hallway went deathly silent again.