Being hugged around the waist by me, Heather Thomas's face turned a bit red.
Albert Campbell's eyes turned red as he watched, growing more irate, "Damn it, a couple of shameless dogs!" He silently cursed, then jerked his hand, trying to free his hand from my grip.
However, after struggling a bit, his face turned red, realizing that my hand was like a pair of iron pliers, unable to budge even an inch.
"Damn! Why does this guy have such strength!"
Albert Campbell cursed.
Then, he yelled at me, "Damn bastard, let go quickly! If you hurt me, can you, a poor guy, afford to compensate?"
I gave a cold smile and suddenly released my hand, causing Albert Campbell to fall backward on his backside, landing with a solid thud.
"Oh my!"
Albert Campbell screamed, clutching his butt, a pained expression on his face.
This fall was so hard it seemed his butt might have split.
"Thompson, I... I won't let this go!" He clutched his backside, got up, and with a furious expression, charged at me.
