"Wow!!"
Accompanied by the gentle patting of true energy from Guardian Harvey, which landed on Foresty Crawford's chest, Crawford's body trembled, and he regained consciousness, his mouth spewing feces and urine uncontrollably.
Instantly, a group of youths beneath the stage retreated en masse, their gazes toward Crawford filled with a hint more disgust.
This was a man who seemed to have emerged from a septic tank!
"Wyatt! Barnes!"
Having recovered his senses, Crawford also realized his previous ordeal, and once again his gaze towards the purple figure on the stage was brimming with malice.
His body, from shame and rage, from hatred, began to shake uncontrollably.
"Wyatt Barnes, if I don't kill you, I, Foresty Crawford, swear I'm not a human being!"
Crawford's eyes were bloodshot; facing such humiliation in front of so many people pushed him to the verge of collapse.
In his heart, he was roaring nonstop, firmly establishing Wyatt Barnes as his irreconcilable nemesis.
