The middle-aged man clearly had no intention of answering Chen Ge's question. In his eyes, Chen Ge was just a new student who didn't know his place.
"You talk too much!"
The raised wooden chair came crashing down toward Chen Ge's shoulder. The middle-aged man didn't want to leave any obvious marks on Chen Ge. They were experienced and knew how to make a beating hurt the most while leaving no trace.
"Bang!"
The chair smashed into the corridor wall. Chen Ge dodged it by the skin of his teeth.
"You still dare to fight back?" The scar on the middle-aged man's face began to twist. Several companions behind him started walking toward them too.
"When I came in, someone had already told a teacher. They'll be here soon." No one believed Chen Ge. His body trembled, and his eyes darted around. Every detail told everyone there that he was lying and terrified.
"Do you even believe what you're saying?" The middle-aged man dragged the chair and swung it at Chen Ge again. Chen Ge feinted backward, spotted an opening, and ran deeper into the Warehouse District.
The farther in they went, the more desolate it became. No one had expected Chen Ge to run straight into danger, so they were a little slow to react.
By the time they realized what was happening, Chen Ge had already dashed several meters away.
"Look how scared the kid is. He can't even tell which way he's going." The middle-aged man and the other men who had come out of the warehouse exchanged glances. Blood Threads surfaced in their pupils.
"Go after him! Don't let him get away!" The students from Chen Ge's class still hadn't figured out what was going on. They were still thinking about teaching Chen Ge a lesson.