The other trainees in the class immediately turned their heads in surprise, wondering what was going on.

Outside, Tyler winced in pain, unable to dodge the sudden attack that landed squarely on his forehead. His hand instinctively went to his forehead, feeling the pain that radiated from it. As he looked up, he saw Cole standing there with a group of his cronies, smirking at him in a way that made Tyler's blood boil.

Cole raised a sardonic eyebrow as he looked at Tyler, who stood before him.

"It seems you can't get enough of eavesdropping on our lessons. The company didn't sign the contract with you but you refused to leave. How many times must we catch you before you learn some shame?"

Standing beside Cole, a blonde with a neat brush cut joined in the mockery.