Thirty-Eight.

Lyon’s eyes were bloodshot but the goon only laughed as they stared at each other in disbelief, they couldn’t believe that someone like Lyon could beat them up.

Lyon joined them as they laughed and even Kelvin was still in so much shock as to what was going on.

“What can a weak brat like you do to us?” They asked and Lyon laughed as he looked at them, his lips curled and he smirked again.

“You don’t want to find out what a brat like me can do to you.” Lyon responded and the goon holding his shirt felt so much fear.

He wanted to let go of Lyon and run away but his pride didn’t let him. He didn’t want his gang to taunt him for running away from a boy like a Lyon.

“I already said what I wanted to say and I was serious when I said you were going to regret it if you don’t let go of my shirt.” Lyon finished.

His eyes were so red with anger that he felt his rage spreading through him like wildfire. Lyon’s patience was wearing thin and the goons were testing him.

He waited for the moment the
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