"Ugh, stop hitting, it hurts, it hurts, it really hurts!"
Zhao Long was being beaten, rolling on the ground and screaming miserably, sweat mixing with dust, looking utterly pathetic.
Cheng Bingbing rushed over to grab Chen Nan, glared at him and said, "What are you doing? He just suspected you a bit, is it really necessary to hit him?"
Chen Nan pointed at Zhao Long and said shamelessly, "He already accused me of hitting him. If I don't hit him properly, how can I live up to his words?"
"You... you're unbelievable!"
Cheng Bingbing pointed at Chen Nan, speechless with anger, squatted down and looked at Zhao Long, saying, "Can you stand up? Go to the infirmary to have a check."
"I... I can."
Zhao Long, tears streaming down his face, supported himself on the ground and slowly got up.
He glanced at Han Xiaojian and Zhao Xiaodao and said irritably, "What are you standing there for, hurry up and help me!"
The two guys hurried over to support him.
