Damn it.

Marcell wanted to punch Stefan's arrogant face. He knew there would be a lot of things that could happen if that handsome ass had a purple bruise on his face. His parents would sue and Marcell could go to jail. Huftt... it's so sad to be poor.

There was no one to defend him, even to defend himself Marcell had to think twice. His life was never free, he could only hold grudges and anger. Even a scolding or a punch was hard to swallow.

“Why?” Marcell asked.

Not to Stefan, but to his girlfriend Jasmine. Or now it could be called an ex-lover because his presence was not that important to Jasmine. The girl only thought about her happiness. Without saying break up, of course their relationship was over.

“Why what?” Stefan asked back.

“I asked Jasmine.” Marcell looked at Jasmine coldly. Ignoring Stefan's presence.

Stefan let out a rough breath. He had not expected Marcell to be this cold to him. How dare he. Not even knowing who he was.

“What do you want to ask?” said Jasmine, lifting her face to stare haughtily at Marcell's sharp eyes. If yesterday Jasmine was a gentle girl, submissive and storytelling. Now her personality seemed to have taken a 180 degree turn.

“Why did you choose a man like this?” Marcell pointed at Stefan without glancing at her.

Jasmine stifled a laugh. Do things like this have to be asked. “Then can you describe your strengths?”

Marcell set his jaw. Marcell had given everything to Jasmine, even though he often held back his hunger in order to treat Jasmine to a nice meal at an expensive restaurant. Spending his savings on gifts that might not mean much to Jasmine.

“It turns out that your heart is not as beautiful as your face,” Marcell said softly, expressing his disappointment.

Jasmine laughed out loud. “Hahahahaha. Why are you so serious?”

“Hahahahahaa.” Once again her laughter was crisp but sounded evil to Marcell's ears.

“Hahahaha, what did you say? My heart is not pretty? Hahahaha...” Jasmine seemed amused by Marcell's sentence. Who cares if Jasmine's heart is beautiful or not in Marcell's eyes. After all, the man is also not important in her eyes.

“Hahhh Marcell. Who cares about things like that now. My heart is not pretty, everyone likes me. What matters now is face and physique. Look at me, the whole of Yale knows who I am.” Jasmine bragged. Shaking her hair behind her shoulders. She was very confident in what she had. There was no need to be nice as everyone already considered Jasmine an angel. Scared of Jasmine, and admired Jasmine.

Stefan nodded approvingly at Jasmine's words.

“Don't be a saint, you don't know yourself dating Jasmine,” Stefan added.

“What did your parents teach you?” Marcell was curious. Why would such an elite school have such unethical students.

Stefan clucked and waved his hand. Marcell was very noisy and long-winded. “No need to bring your parents. What do you need to come here, just to be annoying.”

“You're a rich kid. But it's uncivilized, even at this young age you can't respect people who are lower than you.” Marcell wanted to give a lecture to make young people like Stefan and Jasmine realize that the world is short. The wheel turns, and God is all-powerful.

“Hahahahaha...” Stefan's laughter escaped him.

“You think you're being civilized by coming in here and interfering with other people's business? You're not civilized either. You don't know how to behave with people who are higher than you,” Stefan said with his chin up. He removed his hand from Jasmine's waist and took one step forward in front of Marcell.

Honestly, if you know, Stefan is no taller than Marcell's chin. But he is very arrogant. Naturally, Stefan has power at Yale University. His parents were also influential people in New Haven.

“You're the one who started the fishing by dating my girlfriend!” Marcell's tone rose. He had every right to be angry here.

Stefan laughed. “She's not your girlfriend anymore.”

Jasmine nodded. “We're done from now on.”

“Have you thought it through?” asked Marcell. Although he was a poor man, his pride and ego were high. But inevitably his little heart still wished for a girl beside him. Who accompanied him, supported him and encouraged him.

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders. “What am I thinking about anymore?” her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Marcell nodded. Jasmine's words pierced him deeply. He was heartbroken, but did not want to appear weak in front of the arrogant teenager. Even though he already looked weak and pathetic in the eyes of Jasmine and Stefan.

“Did you hear that? Go away!” Stefan snapped. “There's nothing else to do, is there? Just ruining the atmosphere.”

Marcell fell silent, his hands clenched into fists. He turned his body backwards and within a second turned around again and smashed Stefan right in the face.

The man was pushed back and fell to the ground.

Jasmine was shocked and covered her mouth with both hands.

Stefan held his cheekbone in pain.

“Don't be a tough guy!” Jasmine snapped at Marcell.

“He deserved it.” Marcell pointed at Stefan who was down.

Soon Stefan got up and punched Marcell in the face. Then they got into a fist fight.

“Do you want to go to jail?” asked Stefan as Marcell expected. He had nothing to protect, no matter how good his image was. Marcell was still a poor, pathetic man. He just wanted to defend his dignity for once. Let them know that Marcell was not afraid of anything.

Without warning Marcell punched Stefan in the face again.

Stefan didn't take it well because Marcell was being a tough guy and touching his face. So Stefan punched Marcell back relentlessly and kicked the weak man in the stomach until Marcell fell down holding his stomach. Stefan still wasn't satisfied, so he went over to Marcell and grabbed him by the collar and pushed him so hard that Marcell was hit by the rack behind which the barbells were lined up.

One 10kg barbell fell onto Marcell's forehead. The man was unconscious with blood pouring down his forehead.

Stefan looked shocked and pulled Jasmine out of the gym. Fortunately, it was quiet because it was still early in the morning.

Marcell vaguely saw Stefan's attention as he left with Jasmine without caring about her. Marcell silently vowed to avenge himself on them.

His eyes were open staring at the ceiling and his voice was choked. His chest was tight from receiving so many punches from Stefan. More and more Marcell's breathing seemed difficult, as if all oxygen was not allowed to be inhaled. Until finally Marcell didn't move, his eyes closed and his body just lay there in the gym.

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