Chu Yongjun twisted Chu Yi's arms behind her back and pressed her hard to the ground. He laughed arrogantly while roughly tugging at her clothes.
When Yu Xiujie arrived, this was the scene he saw.
He was instantly enraged.
He threw down his schoolbag and sprinted over, kicking away the man pinning Chu Yi down. "Who the hell are you? Are you looking to die?"
"Xiujie, save me! Save me!"
Chu Yi struggled to her feet, crawling up from the ground in a sorry state. Just as she was about to run toward Yu Xiujie, Chu Yongjun grabbed her by the hair and roughly yanked her back.
"Oh, so you found yourself a pretty boy outside. No wonder you've been getting bolder lately. Turns out you found yourself a backer."
"Damn it, I refuse to believe I can't beat some little brat today."
Soon, Chu Yi was violently flung against the wall, while Chu Yongjun and Yu Xiujie began fighting.
Host, I've already reported it. That should be enough.
"Mm."
Su Qiao narrowed her eyes as she watched the scene ahead, a long golden needle held between her fingers.
Soon, she found an opportunity.
As the two men fought fiercely, trading blows back and forth, they drew close to a pile of broken glass beside the garbage heap. Su Qiao flicked her hand.
"Ah..."
Yu Xiujie's miserable cry echoed through the dim alley, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Xiujie!"
Chu Yi staggered over.
"Xiujie, how are you? How are you? Where are you hurt?"
"It hurts! My leg... My leg..."
Yu Xiujie was already in so much pain that his whole body convulsed.
"Xiujie, Xiujie, don't move, don't move. I'll call 120 right now. Right now!"
Chu Yi fumbled frantically for her phone.
"This... this has nothing to do