Chu Xianling looked at Song Xiaodong, saying, "Mr. Song, can you help me with something?"
"No problem." Song Xiaodong showed a bright smile on his face.
"Throw them into the lake." Chu Xianling coldly uttered these words.
"Alright!" Song Xiaodong's body shook, then he turned around to look at Zhang Pingjia and a few others, saying, "Speak, are you jumping in yourselves, or should I throw you in?"
Zhang Pingjia glared and said, "Damn you, who do you think you are? Get out of the way, or we'll throw you into the lake instead."
"Is that so?" Song Xiaodong's face darkened, and he suddenly reached out, grabbed Zhang Pingjia by the collar, and threw him with a flick of his hand.
Zhang Pingjia, weighing a hundred and sixty or seventy pounds, seemed weightless at this moment, flew over the railing by the lakeside, and with a splash, landed in the lake, raising a large spray of water.
