Tattooed Man had never suffered such a loss before. Ordinary people, intimidated by his fierce appearance, wouldn't dare to challenge him even if they didn't like him. But today, the seemingly weak pretty boy he saw dared to actually fight back.
Enraged to the extreme, his iron fist swung towards Su Cheng, who refused to back down and clenched his fist to meet the punch head-on. With a collision of force against force, Su Cheng felt like the bones in his hand were about to shatter.
Indeed, strength and size seemed to be directly proportional; he couldn't gain any advantage in power.
As he was internally regretting his impulsive decision, the other's fist swung towards him again; Su Cheng was torn, wondering whether to block with his arm again or let his head share some of the pain.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind him and firmly grasped the muscled brute's hand. It was none other than Luo Qinghe.
