As soon as the lackey shouted, Chu Ge gave a fierce push forward, causing the lackey to stagger backward a few steps, his back "clang" against the trash bin of a cleaning cart. Before he could steady himself, Chu Ge had already strode up to him.
"Fuck..." The lackey was almost driven mad with anger, shouting curses, but he had only uttered two words before suddenly seeing stars as Chu Ge's large hand pressed down on his face, muffling his swear words into indistinct mumbles.
"Oh, really? Not rushing to eat, still have time to make noise here? You've got some energy, huh?"
As soon as Chu Ge finished speaking, he pushed forward with his large hand again. The lackey's body continued to lean backward, his neck caught right on the edge of the trash bin, making him yelp "ow" from the pain. Already unstable on his feet, he struggled more, his feet slipping, and he was about to slide to the ground along the edge of the trash bin.
