Nearly six feet tall, he executed a fluid over-the-shoulder throw, crashing down on top of four or five people—graceful, decisive, a masterstroke!
The entire scene was shocked.
Sui Yi pulled a wallet from her school uniform pocket, took out a few bills featuring elderly men and placed them on Zhang Yang's body, "The competition is in seven days. I hope this won't affect your performance... But"
She looked up at Han Yuanchong, "Your family has suffered a huge misfortune, yet you haven't grown at all. Instead, you've bribed others to post misleading photos online, then sprinkled a few rumors in group chats. Are such tactics interesting to you?"
Han Yuanchong's face changed colors, and he wanted to say something...
"I've always been without a family, free to come and go as I please. The rumors of others have no effect on me, unless you have the ability to influence the school to expel me. Perhaps then I would consider fighting you..."
