34 Then, can we at least be friends?

William shot Ryan a penetrating glance. Was Ryan implying that he shouldn't leave?

It seemed like William had no intention of leaving anyway.

Having a bit of cash to spare, he was eager to taste the world's delicacies after awakening from a long hiatus. How could he just walk away?

"You mean... you want a fight?" William's eyes narrowed slightly, glinting with a sharp intensity.

Ryan, unsettled by that look, tried to stand his ground. "If it's a fight you want, then bring it on! Do you think I'm scared of you?"

With those words, the people in the restaurant readied themselves, picking up anything that could serve as a weapon, eyes locked on William, ready to strike.

William kept reminding himself internally, he was just a freshman in college, a regular student. Getting involved in a fight seemed unwise.