The soft are afraid of the hard. The hard are afraid of the crazy. The crazy are afraid of those who will risk it all.
To these students, Qin Fan had become the embodiment of a crazed demon who didn't value his own life. Aside from a crazed demon, it seemed no other words could describe him.
All He Yixin did was try to attack him, without even causing the slightest harm. And for that, he was thrown from the seventh floor? If this wasn't madness beyond redemption, how else could it be explained?
At that moment, time and the very air seemed to come to a standstill. Throughout the vast space of Class Seven, a wave of pure terror began to rise. The majority of the thirty-plus students felt like they were sitting on pins and needles. Those who had provoked Qin Fan in the past were trembling uncontrollably.
