"Dare to snatch a lantern from me! Dare to compete with me! I think you country bumpkins don't want to live anymore, huh? Don't you even ask around about my reputation—I'm the Overlord of South Street!"
The Overlord of South Street was boasting and swaggering when suddenly a thunderous voice erupted from the crowd, "Everyone stop! Stop fighting!"
Hearing this voice, the Overlord of South Street looked up and saw that a soldier, carrying a 'two-mao two' gun, had stepped out from the crowd. Judging by his rank, he was not a low-ranking one.
Ordinary folks try to avoid trouble with the military if they can, as they're not someone to mess with.
"Alright, alright, stop the fight!" The Overlord of South Street said with a grin, "Oh, dear soldier! It's all a misunderstanding! We're not fighting, don't worry."
"I know that." Qin Jian lowered his gaze, his sharp eyes like those of a hawk, landing on the overlord's face, "You're not fighting, you are beating him!"
