Titus was also getting angry. He didn't plan to stoop to the level of a kid before this. He called Connor "Young Sir" because everyone there was an orphan.

He always tried to make Connor angry because he was too rebellious. Unlike the other kids, he still hadn't submitted himself to Titus' control after so many days.

Titus was always looking for a chance to put Connor in his place and assert dominance over the other kids.

Connor was more stubborn than he had expected. Not only did he keep fighting, but he also got more vicious as the fight went on. There was an undying fighting spirit in his eyes.

What was wrong with him? Why was he such a tough nut to crack?

"You're dead, kid."

Titus was ready to get serious. He raised his hand, about to punch Connor in the head.

"Stop!"

Connor had already closed his eyes in resignation. His weak little body couldn't possibly hold Titus off. At that moment, someone grabbed Titus' wrist.

Everyone's gaze fell on the person who had just r