After rushing out of the hotel, Chu Ge quickly arrived by Morrison's side.
Morrison was lying on the steps, having smashed the marble beneath him; his waist was clearly broken, making his whole figure look extremely awkward.
His face smeared with blood, he managed a difficult smile when he saw Chu Ge appear.
He greeted Chu Ge in English.
People from both sides of the street gathered around, pointing and whispering.
"Did this guy jump from a building?"
"How terrible, he didn't even die from the fall."
"Who's calling 120?"
"My god, how can he still smile after taking such a fall?"
"White guys are tough, good at taking a hit, no wonder they like wrestling."
Gu Tianjiao suddenly pulled Chu Ge away.
In a low voice, Chu Ge said, "I know him, he's the white guy who wanted to learn from me."