"Then you can start by bowing and apologizing to Su Chengyu!"
Deng Yunbo was not one to bow easily. Even with his hands held tightly, his face dripping with sweat from the pain, he didn't show any sign of surrender.
"You still dare to talk back, are you seeking death! Let's see if your bones are as tough as your mouth! As for your hands, I will take them!"
Fan Minghao snorted coldly, his hands tightening, preparing to twist off Deng Yunbo's arms.
"Stop!"
At this moment, Zhou Jinping, who was not far away, intervened.
Fan Minghao, who didn't recognize Zhou Jinping, sneered: "Who do you think you are? If I don't stop, what can you do to me?"
"If you dare to touch a finger on him, I will tear your head off!"
Su Chengyu's voice echoed from the middle of the sports hall. He then jumped onto the stands. One bounce from his feet, and he was by Deng Yunbo's side.
"Su …"
