Zara’s flying kick!?
"Give it back!"
The creep suddenly lunged, trying to catch Ethan off guard and snatch his phone back.
But before he could even get close, Ethan, without even looking up, slapped him across the face, instantly calming him down. His eyes were now wide and clear, like he'd just been hit with a reality check.
He stood there, clutching his reddened cheek, looking like a scolded child, too scared to even breathe.
Then, in the next moment, the creep watched in horror as the high schooler in front of him casually gripped his phone.
With a sharp crack, the phone crumpled in Ethan's hand like a piece of paper, bent into a V-shape.
"What the hell did you just do!?"
The middle-aged creep was stunned, his jaw practically on the floor.
But then, a twisted sense of relief washed over him, like he'd just narrowly escaped something worse. His fear quickly morphed into a crazed arrogance.