Facing Qiao Wenbin's response, Han Yu didn't answer. He walked to the side, glanced at the tripod, took the DSLR camera off it, and reviewed the footage he had just shot.
When he saw Qiao Wenbin brutally assaulting Lin Qingya and attempting to bully her, flames seemed to burst from Han Yu's eyes.
He took a deep breath and stared fixedly at Qiao Wenbin.
As if sensing the intense murderous aura emanating from Han Yu, Qiao Wenbin scrambled up from the ground and dashed out of the room, constantly screaming, "Murder! Help! Help..."
It was quite ironic, just minutes ago, he mocked Yang Hongxia for crying for help, and now he was shouting for help like her.
Swish!
A pitch-black object mixed with the sound of whooshing air smashed into Qiao Wenbin's calf.
Qiao Wenbin didn't notice it in time, got hit in the leg, and immediately fell to the ground.
The pitch-black object was the camera's tripod.