Before Jermaine could react, George grabbed his neck and lifted him with one hand as if picking up a chicken.

Jermaine's breath hitched, and his face quickly turned red. He began to struggle frantically, kicking and flailing, but he still couldn't break free.

George's grip was like a steel clamp as he tightened it. "You're ridiculously weak." He shook his head and looked at Jermaine disdainfully.

Jermaine was so weak that he couldn't even block one of his moves. The worst part was that George