Hearing this, Clay Freeman forcibly suppressed his anger and said impatiently, "Stay away from me, or I'll beat you up."
"Beat me? Is it you who's going to beat me, or your grandpa?" Deshawn mocked.
People around Deshawn burst into laughter.
They all knew that the Freeman brothers were nobodies and often made fun of them.
"I don't need my grandpa to beat you guys, I can do it myself!" Clay Freeman rolled up his sleeves and said.
Deshawn smiled faintly, "Oh? Really? I'll just stand here and not move, come on and beat me."
As he said that, Deshawn crossed his arms behind his back, his face challenging as he looked at the Freeman brothers.
"Damn it, you've pushed me too far!" Clay Freeman cursed, clenching his fists and rushing over.
His clenched fist smashed towards Deshawn's head, but Deshawn was unhurt. Instead, Clay Freeman stumbled back several steps.
" Hahaha! "