Elon growled, "Get over here, you idiot! I'll beat you to death!"

He was too terrified to face Andrew directly, so he took out his fear on Oscar instead, slapping him repeatedly. Not satisfied with just his fists, he started stomping on Oscar as well, his heavy shoes driving into Oscar's already battered face.

Before long, Oscar lay curled up under the table, his head a swollen mess of bruises and cuts.

"Stop, please, Mr. Golding, stop hitting me! W-What did I do to deserve this? Why are you treating me like this?"

His breaths came out in ragged gasps. Only when he managed to scramble further under the table, just out of Elon's reach, did he dare to whimper for mercy.

Zephyr finally spoke up, his voice steady but firm. "Mr. Golding, please, there's no need to take it this far. Let's talk this out."

Elon wiped the sweat from his face, ignoring Zephyr completely. He forced a stiff smile as he turned to Andrew. "Andy, I'm sorry for interrupting your meal. Look, this punk disr