A crisp, decisive sound rang out.
Jason Zheng's cheek burned with a stinging pain.
He felt like he'd just been slapped.
A tremendous force sent him flying straight through the air.
Bang!
Jason Zheng's body smashed into the wall, then bounced down onto the floor.
"Who?!"
Jason Zheng's eyes widened, faint red light flickering inside them. His fangs protruded at the corners of his mouth, his whole body tense as his eyes darted around the room.
But all he could see were Roderic Locke, Frank Chang, Faye Zheng, and Old Master Zheng—no one else.
"Jason, what's wrong with you?!"
Frank Chang jumped in shock at the scene, hurried over to Jason Zheng, and tried to help him up.
But he'd barely taken a few steps.
Bang!
"Oww!"
Frank Chang yelped, feeling like he'd just been kicked.
The kick landed hard, right on his back.
Frank Chang shot across the room like a cannonball, smashing straight into Jason Zheng.
Jason Zheng instinctively reached out to catch him, but the moment Frank Chang's body hit, Jason's heart sank.
The force was way too much.
He couldn't hold on.
Jason Zheng hadn’t even managed to stand up before Frank Chang crashed down on him again, leaving his face pale with pain.
Pale on top of pale—he looked downright ghostly.
Frank Chang, meanwhile, was coughing nonstop.
“What are you two doing?”
Roderic Locke frowned, the red glow in his blue eyes intensifying as he shot an annoyed look at Jason Zheng and Frank Chang. “This isn’t the circus. Stop showing off your acrobatics.”
“Get up!”
Roderic’s voice was full of irritation.
“Someone’s here!”
Jason Zheng instinctively responded to Roderic’s words.
“Where? Are you telling me someone in China can turn invisible now?”