"Are you kidding me?" Claude pouted in an ugly way this time. "Please don't be serious…"
There was only one junior from the Bull Faction whom Claude met. It was that man whom he kicked in the abdomen before he got into the SCB. To think that they would be meeting again…
Claude could only sigh if he had to attract the ire of the new president. It didn't matter now. He just had to keep his nose out of other people's businesses. Then again, a small whisper echoed from the back of his mind. If the president didn't like him, he might actually lose his chance to join the greetings. Well, if they would have one.
"Hey! Little church boys!"
Claude and Len flinched at the strange greeting. However, it came with a familiar voice, so they still turned to the man. Theodore flashed a smile at them, but he couldn't run toward them. One of his legs was in a cast, and he had to limp around with a pair of crutches at hand.
