"What is this?" All the constables were afraid, looking at Old Jia as if they were looking at a monster, none daring to approach.
Tie Butou's face darkened as he said sternly, "No matter who you are, today I will capture you."
Hearing this, Old Jia was unimpressed, "Come on then, whoever goes first dies first."
"Not afraid of you!" Tie Butou took the lead, striding toward Old Jia with great determination, tensing the iron chain in his hand as he moved, while the other constables watched nervously from the side.
Old Jia snorted coldly, then charged at Tie Butou. As soon as they met, they exchanged punches. The clash was head-on, but Old Jia was stronger.
Tie Butou staggered back three steps, his fist aching terribly. He wondered how Old Jia, a mere night watchman, had become so powerful, and whether he had recently learned some sinister martial arts.
Old Jia continued to attack, punching and kicking without any specific technique, yet with great strength.
