The crowd gasped so loudly that it overlapped the guy’s scream. More than one person was now calling the police, while the rest just watched the fight with interest and awe.

“You fucking bastard!” the guy cried, holding his broken arm, tears streaming down his face.

“Told ya you’d reject it,” Axel said, not looking smug but only just… satisfied.

“What are you doing just standing here?!” he screamed at his drunk friends who were looking sober already. “Teach this bastard a lesson!”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Was this high school or what?

His friends hesitated, but since they were drunk fools with pride, they couldn't...