CHAPTER 321
"Drax. Stop. Stop. It hurts."
"Will you do my assignment or not?"
"Why-Why sh-should I? The-The teacher said we should do it ourselves without any help," a young Van cried out as three boys of similar age surrounded him.
Even though they were of similar age, they looked a little chubby with enough weight to bash Van hard and leave his face bruised.
His mouth was swollen with one of his eyes blackened from the continuous hits.
The three boys were wearing a pair of heavy, timber-like boots.
Taking a step back, one of the kids glared at Van, who was curled up on the ground sobbing in immense pain.
"Do you like us keeping on beating you up? We have less than a week to submit that project and you are the only one with the brains to help us. Come on, accept," one of the three kids pleaded quietly.
He never wanted to do this, but he was forced by Drax, who threatened to beat them up if they didn't join him.
