If Ren Baqian hadn't fainted, he would have known that the nickname of this East Asian man was "Gatlin."
Gatlin didn't have any special talents, but he was a glib talker like Ren Baqian and very few people could keep him quiet.
However, it didn't matter to Ren Baqian what his opponent's name was.
He wasn't interested in remembering the names of dead people.
Preparing for the punch coming at him, Ren Baqian tilted his head to counter it.
Crack! It sounded like a bone broke.
"Ah!" Gatlin screamed in pain.
The other people trembled and took out their guns.
Ren Baqian put on an innocent expression and said, "He's the culprit."
"Damn it! His head is as hard as a stone." Gatlin cursed as he rubbed his hand. Then, he raised his leg to kick Ren Baqian.
Crack!
This time, Gatlin howled as he grabbed his hand and his leg.
