No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1642 Arnold Simmons Extra (8)

He was furious, reaching out to grab Hannah’s arm.

Just as his hand extended halfway, it suddenly got caught.

The green-haired man instinctively wanted to curse, but when he turned back and saw the face, he was like seeing a ghost, "Sim... Simmons, bro?"

He couldn’t even speak clearly.

Arnold Simmons’s expression was icy cold. His gaze at the young man was devoid of any warmth, his slender fingers seemed ready to crush the young man’s wrist, "Want to start something?"

Having suffered a loss under Arnold before, the green-haired man naturally did not want to confront him again and quickly shook his head, "No, I was just talking to her, trying to make friends."

"Like making friends?" Arnold’s voice was light, seemingly amused yet not, "Come, let’s have a chat."

The young man was terrified, "No... no need to talk, we are leaving, just leaving."

After saying this, a few young men picked up their backpacks and uniforms from the ground and ran.

Their movements were so fast that they only left a gust of wind, which lifted dust from the ground.

Hannah watched for a while, then turned back to see Arnold staring at her, his eyes tinged with a deep meaning.

Not knowing when he took out a cigarette, he lazily held it in his mouth, lighting it with a lighter, "You were following me?"

His tone was deep and cold, like the cigarette in his hand, the light flickering as he flicked off a bit of ash.

Hannah pursed her lips and walked towards him.

He was a whole head taller than her, and standing in front of him now, even looking up was a bit hard.

"I wasn’t following you."

She stood on her toes, but because she was facing the light, her eyes were blurried, and soon she lowered her head again, only able to see the boy’s pale neck and chin.

Seemingly frail, but recalling the way he subdued the man earlier, a sinister strength seemed to emanate from this frailty.

Arnold lowered his gaze, seeing the fluffy top of the girl’s head and her curly eyelashes, her hands gripping the straps of her backpack, looking exceedingly obedient.

He chuckled softly, not minding Hannah anymore and turned to leave.

He didn’t leave the alley, but walked deeper inside.

Some classmates who had been there said that inside Willow Lane there were internet cafes and bars, and every night it transformed, rightly called "A Realm of Mortal Downfall."

Hannah thought for a moment, then still followed.

Maintaining a not too close, not too distant gap, sometimes Arnold turned to look back, and she would stop, pretending to look up at the sky.

Retracting his gaze, a hint of a smile lifted the corners of the boy’s lips - just enough to painfully tug at the wound.

Reaching a corner, Arnold stopped and leaned against the wall.

Not seeing anyone when she looked up, Hannah hurriedly followed, but just as she poked her head around the corner, her backpack was pulled.

Arnold hooked the strap of her backpack, pulling her towards him, his movements carrying an inexplicable oppressiveness.

Beside the alley, a banyan tree was planted, lush and leafy, blocking out much of the sun leaving only cool shades.

"Still saying you weren’t following me?"

"I was just..."

The boy’s tone rose, with a hint of jest, the corners of his lips curving into a smile, "Just on the way?"

The air was faintly filled with the scent of tobacco, as if burning embers were popping towards her, stifling and irritating.

Hannah raised her head, her gaze clashing with his again.

His eyes held a strong oppressiveness, yet she didn’t shy away at all, meeting his gaze head-on, even managing a smile at him.