Yang Hucheng seemed to have some martial arts training, swiftly kicking his group of buddies out.
With an elegant twist, he stepped onto Chen Xiaobiao's back and applied slight pressure, making him howl in pain, "Gentle, gentle! My spine is going to break... Yang Hucheng, how dare you bully me, I, I... I will make your life a living hell!"
"Oh, a living hell!"
Yang Hucheng, with a look of indifference, said, "You, a weakling? Just call more people to see if you can make my life unbearable!"
As his words fell, a commanding male voice came from not far away, "You kid, what are you doing? Release Young Master Chen at once!"
A middle-aged man strode over, followed by a group of female teachers.
One of the women, in her forties, with a sharp face and monkey cheeks, shouted, "Li Chuntian, have you gone mad? What do you take Young Master Chen for, mud? Get your foot off him and help Young Master Chen up!"
"Apologize!!"
