Woody Harrison scoffed, "What, thinking of riding someone's coattails to get ahead?"
John Lynch's body stiffened as if a secret had been poked.
Woody Harrison snickered, tapping John Lynch's head repeatedly with disdain in his tone, "Look at yourself, a guy who can barely afford school, too poor to even buy decent clothes, do you think you're worthy?"
With those words, others started laughing too.
Some were mocking, some disdainful, others disgusted.
One after another, they pushed John Lynch, who stood in the corner, until he fell to the ground, then walked away laughing.
Throughout the ordeal, John Lynch remained silent, as if he had become accustomed to such targeting.
Immobile like a puppet.
Enduring all the targeting and the abuse.
He had no backing, and his abilities didn't stand out, except for his face, he indeed had little to boast about.
He truly was short on money, very short.