Qin Feng glanced at the young man; just now, a group of men made a move, but he didn't budge.
On his bald head, there were six scars.
This was a monk's unique mark, branded with incense, rarely seen in modern society.
Qin Feng chuckled inwardly, unexpected to find a real bald-headed monk.
As the monk stood up, he clasped his fists towards Qin Feng, saying, "Big brother, I'd like to have a fight with you, don't know if you're willing to join?"
Like Qin Feng, he had chains on his hands and feet, clearly a troublemaker.
Qin Feng smiled at the monk, not refusing. He stood up with handcuffs and shackles, gestured with one hand, "Come on!"
The monk smiled, looking excited, "Alright, then be careful!"
As he finished, his right fist suddenly swung, pounding towards Qin Feng.
The force of the fist was fierce, incredibly fast; the twenty-pound iron chain clanged but seemed weightless in his hand.
Qin Feng squinted his eyes, his chest muscles moved, brushing past the monk's fist.
