"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Zhang Jinghui was lost in a blissful fantasy when three muffled bangs suddenly erupted near his ears. He only glimpsed a blur in front of him as three figures flew off in three different directions.
Before he could comprehend what was happening, Chu Ge was already standing before him.
Seeing that face so close, Zhang Jinghui's scalp tingled, his pupils contracted abruptly, and excessive fear left him gaping, unable to utter a sound.
Moments later, Chu Ge grabbed his hair like he was lifting a dead dog, crashing his head against the wall with a "thud." Then came the second hit, the third, the fourth...
No one knew how many times Zhang Jinghui's head was slammed against the wall until Chu Ge finally let go, allowing his head to slide down the wall slowly, leaving a streak of bright red from his nosebleed on the dark golden wallpaper.
