Chapter 1533

"If you ask me, this punk must've been some sort of mental patient who's just released from a mental hospital." The patients were in an uproar, and the incessant racket gave Arnold an even bigger headache. "Begone, you punk!" The patients turned around and saw that Perseus was actually still shamelessly sitting there. Not only did he look unfazed, but he also crossed his feet and smoked. The way he smiled gave him the impression of a loafer. Everyone became even angrier at the sight of it. An old man in his 60s stormed over and raised his walking stick. He would teach Perseus a lesson now. However, Perseus merely remained where he stood. "Moron." Jerome glanced at Perseus before hurriedly moving his chair away from the latter. He was worried that Perseus' blood might splatter on him. "Mr. Caitford!" Just as the old man raised his walking stick, Arnold saw a familiar face through the narrow gap in the crowd, and he was immediately startled. "Stop it right now. He's my