Chapter 4
He staggered back, blinking blankly.
What the... ... ?
A familiar hallway appeared in his blurry vision. It took him a moment to figure out what had just happened.
He blinked and lowered his gaze to see two identical faces staring at him from a much lower height. Looking at the debris scattered on the floor, Grayson realized that these rascals had hit his head with nothing but a vase.
“You guys... ... .”
Just as he was about to say what the hell they were doing, both of them simultaneously threw themselves at Grayson. The sudden impact caused him to lose his balance and fall backwards. With a thud, one of the twins immediately climbed on top of him as he collapsed.
“You damn punk, you dared make fun of us!”
The other twin spat out harshly as the man sitting on top of him gasped.
“You thought you could get away with doing that to us? You fucking punk, you know you won’t be able to walk out today.”
He had another piece of porcelain in his hand.
Oh, please.
Grayson’s face twisted, but he already knew what was going to happen next. The porcelain fell on top of him as he turned his head to the side, and then the twins, who noticed Grayson’s limp body, grabbed one of the man’s long legs and dragged him somewhere.