Chuzheng, in a burst of anger, pressed down on the big man who was about to stand up, holding his head against the chair.
Big Man C: "???"
It wasn't until his cheek was pressed against the chair that Big Man C vaguely understood what had happened.
Big Man C struggled, but to his slight surprise, he couldn't break free. How could this woman have so much strength?
Unable to free himself with brute force, Big Man C began to recite a magic curse.
Chuzheng pressed his head and slammed it into the chair a couple of times.
Quick, precise, fierce.
Big Man C saw stars, forgetting any magic curse he might have remembered.
Shortly, Big Man C regained his senses.
Rage was bubbling up inside him.
"You... are you sick?"
"You're the sick one," Chuzheng retorted expressionlessly.
"..." Big Man C, enraged, said, "You attacked out of nowhere, you're the sick one!"
Chuzheng looked toward the table that had been separated from her. "You bumped into my table."
