A look of annoyance crossed Vincent's face, coupled with an expression that clearly said, "Just who do you think you are?"
Even the other boy looked ready to curse at any moment.
Vincent opened his mouth to speak, but before words could come out, a familiar male voice called out to him from far ahead:
"Hey! Vin! Cali! What are you guys doing over there?"
When I heard the voice, I frowned as a wave of irritation washed over me. It was the voice of someone I really didn't want to deal with right now.
'Gosh… this sick bastard?'
Cali, the black-haired boy, turned around to the approaching boy and waved him over. "Are you done, Damon? We've got a new party here that just arrived at the Grove."
"Oh?" Damon was fiddling with the zipper of his trousers as if he had just finished taking a dump somewhere.
He took a look up at us, and when his eyes landed on me, I could see veins grow on his forehead.
He immediately halted, scoffed, and muttered, "Ha… look at this son of a bitch."
