I’m Someone Else

Chapter 383

“Fine!” Sean and William exchanged a resigned glance. They were well aware of Thomas’ stubbornness and knew that their efforts to convince him would all be in vain since he had already made up his mind not to dye his hair.

So, the three of them went their separate ways when they arrived at the entrance of Pinewood High School of Irieson. Sean and William headed home while Thomas drove back to Keyshire Property.

As Thomas maneuvered his car into a parking spot at the entrance. The area was teeming with activity, swarming with a substantial gathering of seventy to eighty individuals, all exuding youthful energy and a sense of untainted innocence. It was clear that they were students, who were yet to embark on their journey into the wider world.

“Where did all these students come from?” Thomas muttered to himself as he stepped out of the car.

“Thomas!” Ophelie had already spotted his vehicle and was hiding behind the Maserati. The moment Thomas stepped out of the car, she darted over and playfully tapped his shoulder, hoping to startle him.

Of course, Thomas wasn’t one to be startled by such antics from a young girl. He simply turned to face her. “Ophelie?”

“Thomas… Your hair…” Her eyes widened at the sight before her. Could it be that he intentionally dyed his hair white? He was only in his twenties, and even if he had a few strands of white hair, it couldn’t possibly be this obvious.

“Did you intentionally dye your hair white?”

Thomas nodded. “Yes.”

He saw no need to explain himself to Ophelie. Besides, there truly was no need for an explanation; he still held an unfavorable impression of Ophelie to this day for the memory of her slapping him and

drenching him in red wine remained vivid in his mind.

It had to be said that Thomas truly was rather petty—a fact he acknowledged himself.

“Why are you here?”

“I missed you and my sister, so I came to see you. Why? Aren’t you happy to see me? Or perhaps you don’t want me to disturb your alone time with my sister?” Ophelie looked at Thomas mischievously.

Thomas smiled. “Let’s go inside.”

“Excuse me, could you make some space, please? Thank you.”

“Would you mind making way?”

“May I pass, please!”

The entrance teemed with an overwhelming crowd, causing Thomas to hesitate and refrain from forcefully muscling his way through. Instead, he took measured steps and gradually advanced toward the office building.

Alas, as he was halfway to his destination, he found himself trapped, unable to move further amidst the sea of people.

Thomas’ presence proved beneficial as he cleared the way, enabling Ophelie, with her small stature, to navigate through the crowd. If she was alone, she would have had no chance of making any progress through this rowdy crowd.

“Don’t push so hard! Can’t you see there are people ahead?”

“Yeah, quit crowding! Damn it!”

Thomas’ brow furrowed slightly, but he chose not to react. They were merely a group of unruly students, and he saw no reason to stoop down to their level. Therefore, he merely disregarded their remarks and persisted in his attempt to move ahead. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“What the hell! Can’t you understand simple words?”

A short and sturdy male student ahead of Thomas grew annoyed. He turned around, raised his hand, and forcefully shoved Thomas’ chest. How dare you squeeze me? Do you think I’m some weak-willed little b*tch?

However, the student soon discovered something weird. Although he had definitely exerted all his strength in that action, Thomas remained utterly unmoved!

How could this be? I am a weightlifting specialist! Not to mention the white-haired, frail-looking person in front of me, even a strong man would have been knocked off balance by such a push!

Before the student could make sense of the situation, a sharp cracking sound pierced the air, followed by searing pain shooting up his wrist.

“Ah!” The short and sturdy male student let out a scream of agony. Thomas had mercilessly twisted his wrist!

As Thomas had already been irked by the students’ insults and complaints, he grew even more displeased with this particular student who not only insulted him but also assaulted him as well.

Even the most composed individuals had their limits, let alone someone like Thomas, whose temper was already rather short. Not only did you block my path to the company, but you also dared to insult me and lay hands on me when I asked you to make way. It seems that you will never grasp your place in the food chain if I don’t teach you a lesson here and now!

Instantly, everyone’s attention was drawn to the short and sturdy male student’s agonized screams.

Thomas spoke coldly to the student. “This is the consequence of your foul language!”

Once he said that, he immediately disregarded the rude student and continued ahead.

Interestingly enough, now that the others had the short and sturdy male student’s predicament serving as an example, Thomas’ path forward became considerably smoother. At the very least, the vulgar and offensive language no longer reverberated in his ears.

“You despicable old man, how dare you lay a hand on me! Watch as I teach you a lesson!”

Just as Thomas took a few steps, the short and sturdy man regained his composure and swung his fist toward the back of Thomas’ head.

It had to be noted that Thomas was the King of Marksmen, a notorious figure who struck fear into the hearts of countless criminal organizations. He had defeated the top experts from the Six Greatest Families of Irieson with his unparalleled strength, all of whom were at the pinnacle of the Profound Tier One. Hence, if a mere student could successfully land a hit on him, there would be no reason for him to stay in the game anymore. He might as well make an announcement proclaiming that he would be retiring henceforth.

Smack!

It was as if Thomas had eyes on the back of his head. He swiftly turned around, his hand rising with precision to seize hold of the man’s wrist.

“Let go of me! Damn it!” The short and sturdy man tried to free himself but failed. It was frankly all he could do to grip onto his reckless bravery as he snarled his displeasure.

All those present were his fellow classmates, all fourth-year students at Irieson’s University of Technology. They had gathered here today for a school-organized event to meet their legendary senior —Thomas Clifford!

News about this legendary figure had spread throughout the university. He was practically a hero in the eyes of all the students and teachers at the university.

In a time when countless graduates were struggling to secure employment, it was thanks to him that the graduating students of Irieson’s University of Technology had the opportunity to intern at prestigious companies like Keyshire Property.

The short and sturdy male student was fully aware of this. This was his senior’s territory, and everyone around him was his fellow students. So, he refused to allow himself to be bullied by the white-haired b*stard standing before him!

Bang! Thomas didn’t bother uttering a word as he raised his foot and delivered a powerful kick to the stomach of the student!

He had already warned this brat time and time again, yet the student dared to display such arrogance. If Thomas didn’t teach him a lesson, he wouldn’t be able to calm the fury boiling within him!

“Holy sh*t!”

“Ah!” Amidst the crowd, a cry of astonishment rang out as the male student propelled backward, knocking down three or four other students before coming to a stop.

Thomas truly angered the masses with such an action.

“Why did you resort to violence?”

“Are you bullying students? Has the law lost its power? Has justice been forsaken?”

“We can’t let him off the hook!”

Several individuals helped the male student to his feet. He held his stomach, wincing in pain. It was fortunate that Thomas had shown some mercy, considering that he was just a student. Otherwise, the force of that kick could have been fatal!

Four or five male students stood before Thomas, their tone cold as they growled, “Old man, it’s not right for you to bully our classmates, you know? Do you believe that we can leave you bedridden and immobile?”

Ophelie rolled her eyes upon hearing such ridiculous claims. Are these guys blind? How dare they refer to my brother-in-law as an ‘old man’? Even if his white hair indeed made him appear older, it isn’t a justification for calling him an old man!