He didn't expect that as soon as he got home, Willie would be lying at his downstairs.

“Hey, folks! Come and witness a hit-and-run victim," Willie cried.

“The driver's from the eighth floor. Dad's a big shot. Used to run a research thing."

The neighbors knew who he meant.

After all, they lived in the same neighborhood.

Kameron was respected and regarded in the community.

He was also modest.

Everyone had a good impression of him.

On the other hand, his son was rather cocky and always looked down on folks.

He was a top student though.

He had a respectable career.

Maybe it was his pedigree that made him too full of himself.

But he was too arrogant. He never respected anyone. He was not exactly Mr. Popular.

People didn't like him very much.

Neighbors greeted each other, but he got the silent treatment.

In a rage, Tyrese stormed down to hit Willie.

It was at that moment that he saw Willie's face covered in blood!

Shock hit him.

What was happening here?

Soon, Tyrese sensed something was wrong. "How did you get blood on your body?" he inquired.