Chapter 22: Your career is over
Silas’s POV
His kick really did hurt me. Nekol also stood up in a hurry, shocked by what had just happened. I was about to stand up when I suddenly got kicked again—this time on my back—forcing my face even harder into the ground.
"You’re an Omega. How dare you try to act cocky in front of me?" he sneered.
As he continued speaking, I turned back, still in the same position, and glared at him.
"How dare you reject me? Do you even know how popular I am? I’m a top actor! Guys, hold him down. I need to teach him his place."
Two guys started approaching me, and I had a feeling that blondie was releasing pheromones because the other Omegas nearby were starting to feel weak. But I was too pissed off to care. How dare he kick me—twice?
I saw Nekol stepping forward to help me, but I gestured for him to stop. I stood up by myself just as those two guys were about to grab me. I didn’t even give them a chance—I grabbed my ramen bowl and threw it in one guy’s face while grabbing the other and slamming his face onto the table. If they dared to mess with me, they had to be taught a lesson.
"You little b*tch!" the guy I had hit with the ramen shouted, lunging at me.
Despite everything happening, no one stepped in to help me. This just showed why blondie was so damn cocky.
I grabbed a fork and stabbed it directly into the hand of the guy attacking me. The moment blood started oozing from his hand, he backed off, defeated. The other guy was in no condition to stand up.
Now, only one was left. I turned my glare toward blondie and took a step toward him.