Having said that, Hao Jian picked up He Zexi with one hand, his grip on He Zexi's throat tight as a vice. Terror mixed with panic in He Zexi's eyes as he looked at Hao Jian with a pleading gaze.
"What are you doing? Don't mess around!" Qiu Chenggong panicked as well. If He Zexi were to be killed by Hao Jian, he would also be in trouble.
"Du Yuelin, aren't you going to manage your teacher?" Qiu Chenggong shouted at Du Yuelin.
Du Yuelin showed a helpless smile, as if he had no control over Hao Jian at all.
Hao Jian lifted He Zexi with one hand, while the other hand poked He Zexi's body several times in succession, then threw He Zexi to the ground.
He Zexi suddenly felt his insides churning and vomited violently, spewing out the breakfast he had eaten that day.
"What, what did you do to me?" He Zexi asked in horror.
"Me? I've just crippled you," Hao Jian said coldly, annoyed by He Zexi's provocation.
