Lip stud man naturally wasn't willing to admit that Wang Yi's gaze had frightened him into backing down, so he asked in return, "I saw him walk out through the two hundred of you surrounding him. I thought you'd reached some kind of agreement with them. So why did you let him go?"
The Baldy Tattooed Man also said, "Exactly. If you hate him that much, why didn't you block him just now? Why did you let him go?"
When the curly-haired man was asked that, he grew angry too and swung a fist.
"Damn it, I was blocking the back! He went out through the front, where you were! And now you're questioning me?"
The two sides argued for a few moments, but when they couldn't get anywhere, they each went their separate ways.
Meanwhile, on the team bus, Zuo Xiao was drenched in cold sweat.
Since she was making a documentary about Wang Yi, she often stayed by his side.
As a young woman, she'd been so frightened by what had just happened that her legs had nearly refused to move.
It was only because the cameraman beside her had supported her that she'd managed to follow everyone onto the bus.
Once she'd collected herself, she asked the cameraman beside her, "Xiao Ma, did you get all of that on camera?"
Xiao Ma shook his head apologetically. "No. I was afraid turning on the camera would make them even angrier. But while I was helping you, I quietly used my phone to record it."
Zuo Xiao nodded happily. "Good job, Xiao Ma. I'll add a chicken leg to your late-night snack tonight."
As she spoke, she took Xiao Ma's phone and carefully reviewed the footage.
Xiao Ma had fairly good professional skills. Although he'd secretly filmed it with