"Xiao Chen, don't mess around!"
A girl mustered her courage and stepped out to stand in front of Qin Xiujie, glaring angrily.
"You've already hurt Senior Xiujie. What more do you want to do?"
The girl was very young, only sixteen, and still in her first year of high school.
She had always idolized Qin Xiujie and felt it necessary to stand up for him when she saw her idol in danger.
"Mind your own business, scram!"
Xiao Chen simply waved his hand.
In an instant, a powerful blast of air struck the girl.
Bang!
The frail body of the girl was thrown five or six meters away, slamming into the wall behind her.
This scene was undoubtedly shocking and terrifying.
Although the girl was slight in stature, what did it mean for a full-grown person to be somersaulted through the air for five or six meters?
For ordinary people, how intense a visual shock was that?
What was even more shocking was that Xiao Chen had merely lifted his hand through the air, without actually touching her.
