Qi Haili's hand was already raised, and just as he was about to strike, another hand suddenly appeared, grabbing Qi Haili's wrist.
Zhang Yang's mouth curled up, then he said to Qi Haili, "Looking for a fight, huh? I'll take you on."
Qi Haili's eyes immediately widened, "Let go!"
Zhang Yang sneered, "And what can you do if I don't?"
With that, Zhang Yang also exerted his strength, and Qi Haili immediately felt his wrist being clamped down on by two iron bars.
Qi Haili cried out in pain.
But at this moment, Sun Bingrou intervened, "Zhang Yang, let go. It's not worth it to engage with this kind of scum."
With so many media present, Sun Bingrou didn't want Zhang Yang to be criticized.
Zhang Yang flung him off, tossing Qi Haili onto the wheelchair, "This position suits you better."
Qi Haili wanted to get up, but Zhang Yang delivered a kick, sending him and the wheelchair flying far away.