Qin Jian's head didn't even twitch as his left hand formed a large palm that tightly wrapped around the fist, rendering it completely immobile.
At the same time, his right hand balled into a fist and with sixty percent of his strength, he fiercely punched Overlord's face.
"Ah—!" A scream was heard.
Overlord staggered several steps backward, and with a snap, he fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a puff, which also contained two teeth.
"Damn it! It hurts so much... I..." He lay on the ground, groaning in pain.
The street thugs who had been fighting alongside him became fearful at this sight, none daring to step forward.
Qin Jian crouched down, his large palm open: "For the medical bills."
Some people just won't be honest until they've been hit, then they're honest right away.
This time, Overlord quickly took out fifty dollars from his pocket and handed it to Qin Jian with both hands: "Here... Big brother, take it all, keep the change."
