The stick smashed onto Tie Zhu's shoulder, his shoulder sank, quickly unloading most of the force.
At the same time, his fist also crashed into the Jackal's left chest, causing the Jackal to stumble backward several steps, teetering before finally stabilizing his body. Meanwhile, Tie Zhu's shoulder only shook slightly. In this clash, the superior and inferior were immediately clear.
The ruffians all became dumbfounded, and the shouting ceased at once. Feeling humiliated, the Jackal realized the disgrace in using a weapon and still being at a disadvantage, especially in front of his underlings. If he lost face today, how could he continue to mix in this territory?
With a roar, he immediately tightened his grip on the iron rod and swept it horizontally toward Tie Zhu's temple. The stick whistled through the air with even greater ferocity, without any thought for the consequences.
