"Huh! I exerted so much force, why am I still marking time?" the other party wondered suspiciously.
Looking down, he was shocked to find his feet dangling in the air.
"Ah! Ghosts!" the other party screamed.
Glancing back instinctively, he saw a large hand gripping his neck, lifting him off the ground.
"Enjoying your shooting?" Zhang Xiaohao grinned and asked.
"Mhm." The other party nodded subconsciously.
Smack! Smack!
Zhang Xiaohao flung out two vicious slaps, knocking out the guy's two front teeth.
With one hand, he snatched the camera from his grip.
With force, he squeezed!
Crack!
He ruthlessly crushed the camera in his hand and casually tossed it onto the ground.
With a backhand throw, he brutally slammed the guy onto the floor.
A kick to the head and the man passed out cold.
"Ah! What are you, what are you trying to do?"
"You brat, who are you? Why are you meddling in our business?"
The reporters around, taking a fright, stepped back and said threateningly.
