Chu Ge couldn't help but rub his forehead, let out a light sigh, and smiled at He Junming, saying, "What kind of brother would watch his little brother being bullied and do nothing?"
After speaking, Chu Ge walked over to Li Zheming, stopped in front of him, and calmly said, "Can you tell me what's really going on?"
Li Zheming looked at Chu Ge with disdain and arrogantly said, "You're not from this Taekwondo gym, right? Let me kindly advise you, if you don't want to get beaten, you'd better mind your own business."
Chu Ge chuckled, "What if I just have to meddle?"
"Then I will..."
Before Li Zheming could finish his sentence, suddenly he felt a flash before his eyes, and his body flew backward, landing on the ground with a thud.
In Li Zheming's vision, Chu Ge's face, which was initially very close to him, suddenly pulled away. It felt like his chest had been struck hard by a heavy iron hammer, and then the ceiling came into view.
