Chapter 13 — Medicinal Genius

Steve held his cheeks which had an obvious red hand print. He glared daggers at the culprit.

"Brat! you are so dead!"

Drew sneered in response.

"Why am i still standing alive and kicking?"

He wasn't scared of Steve retaliating. He secretly used 'Analysis' on the latter. The results showed he just had the combat strength of a peak athlete.

He wasn't even a Deviant.

Steve huffed and left, ashamed to show his face to the public after suffering such humilation.

Worst of all, he couldn't do anything about. Judging by his attacker's speed, he was definitely a Deviant.

After Steve left, the garden went back to it's usual liveliness. The earlier rucus was just a farce.

"You.. You shouldn't have done that!" Amelia bit her lips, her expression scrunched up with worry.

"Did what exactly?" Drew threw a piece of grilled meat into his mouth, munching on it with relish.

Amelia became incensed when she saw Drew's unbothered reaction.

"You shouldn't have slapped Steve! atleast not in such a public plac