Chapter 307: Four Against One
Author: Nathan Emorey
last update2026-09-20 23:52:02
The swing was painfully slow. The wide, sloppy haymaker of someone who had never actually had to fight for anything in his life.

Nathan didn't even brace himself. He simply stepped inside the arc, caught Trent’s wrist mid-swing, and kept him moving. Trent’s own weight did the rest, driving his face straight into the lockers with a heavy, metallic boom that echoed all the way down the hall.

The second one came in from the side, and Nathan turned into him instead of away, driving an elbow up und
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