Master Madness: Campus Chronicles

Chapter Two: The Madman

"Donny, are you leaving or not? We're about to lock the door." The voice of the on-duty class officer came through.

Donny glanced at him indifferently, remained silent, and quietly hid the prepared chair leg in his arms before leaving the classroom.

Donny had already made up his mind. Since you think my patience is weakness that can be trampled on, from now on, I will make you feel genuine fear. You forced me into this!

With resolute steps, Donny walked out of the corridor, his face showing no trace of fear: "I said, I won't let anyone trample on my dignity again, no one!"

Outside the campus, the crowd had thinned out. Donny walked slowly, alone, his shadow stretched long under the streetlights, emphasizing his solitude.

"Donny, you've got guts. I thought you wouldn't dare to come out!"

Before Donny had taken a few steps, a sullen voice came over. Turning his head, he saw five or six high school students emerge from the dark flowerbed on the right side of the campus, led by none other than Felix!

Donny slowly turned his head, calmly looking at the five or six people, his eyes showing no surprise, nor the previous timidity, and his gaze did not waver.

"What the hell are you staring at, you i***t? Keep staring and I'll slap you to death, believe it or not." Donny's calm gaze made Felix very displeased. Approaching Donny, Felix sneered, "Did you prepare the money I told you to? Hand it over now, and I might not hold it against you."

As Felix pointed at Donny's nose and was about to say something else rude, Donny suddenly moved. Without a word, he pulled out the chair leg hidden in his arms and smashed it directly into Felix's face. He acted so decisively, without any hesitation, once he decided to act, there was no need for any nonsense!

With a "bang," accompanied by Felix's scream, blood spurted from Felix's forehead.

This sudden change shocked everyone. Felix was actually struck on the head by Donny, and some girls watching the scene screamed. This guy was ruthless, attacking without a word, his ruthless decisiveness was chilling!

"Come on!" Donny glared, his voice filled with coldness, as if he didn't see the blood gushing from Felix's forehead.

"Beat him, beat him to death, I want him dead today!" Felix, regaining his composure, shouted madly. He never imagined that one day he would be hit by Donny, this loser, and see blood. It was simply humiliating.

Following Felix's orders, his companions didn't hesitate. They cursed and charged forward.

Facing the aggressive charge of five or six people, the lone and weak Donny seemed so small, making people worry for him. With his build, he might be knocked down with just one encounter.

But Donny showed no expression, no hint of fear. Before the others could reach him, he directly lunged at Felix, one hand tightly holding Felix's waist, the other swinging the chair leg wildly at Felix: "Let's see who dies first!" It was terrifying.

Seeing Donny's menacing face up close, Felix was genuinely scared for a moment. What kind of eyes were those? Bloodshot, like a beast, as if wanting to devour him alive.

He struggled fiercely to break free from Donny's grip, punching Donny's face repeatedly. But no matter how hard he tried, Donny held onto him tightly, his grip like a vice, while the stool leg kept smashing into his forehead.

The sight chilled Felix to the bone, filling him with fear. In all his years of fighting, he had never seen Donny like this. This guy was really going all out, like he had nothing to lose!

Panic spread through Felix, leaving him in a state of chaos. His cries of pain had a desperate, sobbing edge to them as he used all his strength to struggle and counterattack.

Donny's nose bleeds profusely, his eyes swollen, and his face covered in bruises. Yet, his grip on Felix is unyielding, and he lost count of how many times he smashed the stool leg against Felix's head, leaving Felix dizzy, the crimson blood nearly blinding him.

"Bang!" Finally, Felix's companions arrived, and a punch nearly knocked Donny out, causing his nosebleed to gush even more.

"Get this maniac off me, he's lost it, he's a total psycho!" Felix shouted, his voice trembling. He couldn't even think about fighting back against Donny anymore; he just kept holding his head to protect it, trying to avoid the swinging stool leg in Donny's hand.

Donny might not care about his life, but Felix sure wasn't ready to die! Five or six people surrounded Donny, kicking and pulling, but they couldn't budge Donny off Felix. Donny ignored the punches and kicks from the others, focusing solely on hitting Felix. He was hell-bent on taking Felix down with him, even if it meant getting beaten to death.