Qin Yi's gaze shifted to Zhang Hao, whose face was full of horror.
"Did you just say you wanted to break my hands?"
As he finished speaking, Qin Yi gently waved his hand, and Zhang Hao flew across the room, hitting the wall with his back. His face turned crimson, nearly causing him to spit out blood.
But the next second, two silver chopsticks screeched through the air.
"Ah..." Zhang Hao let out a terrible scream.
The two silver chopsticks penetrated his palms, pinning him to the wall.
"Spare him, spare his life... I beg you, please spare him..." Zhang Wenhao pleaded desperately as he kowtowed upon seeing his son's plight.
Qin Yi looked at Zhang Wenhao with indifference, unaware that his own palms were sweaty. It was his first time doing something like this, and he felt a bit nervous.
"You bullied my wife and insulted me; I really can't find a reason to spare you."
