Revenge system: Pharrell Crowley on top

Chapter 32

“What’s going on here?” Pharrell slowly whispered to himself, while gradually approaching the dudes. The more he advanced them, his brows furrowed.

He had done nothing, so he didn’t have in mind to run away. No matter what the case was, he was going to stand and defend himself.

“Please, you guys are blocking the way.” He stopped his bike in front of the rope separating the road into two and spoke out.

“You Should be silly for saying such rubbish in our presence. Who gave you the audacity to speak?” One of the three dudes said. He was wearing blue baggy jeans and a black T-shirt, accompanied by a black convex shoe.

Pharrell glared at him, though his physical morphology was enough reasons for him to panic, he didn’t move an inch. Rather, he was bold and confident when he uttered the following words.

“Why shouldn’t I talk? Are you guys some sort of demigods?” He halted before continuing, “Your ropes are blocking the road, making it impossible for me to continue my journey. Would you plea