Rowan struck without showing the slightest mercy, each punch containing all his pent-up frustration from earlier.
He aimed for the fleshy parts; although agonizingly painful, it didn't cause serious damage to the internal organs or break any bones, mainly to teach a lesson to cure this arrogant habit.
Rowan's head was buzzing from the noisy screaming; after venting his anger with a few punches to Julian's body, he disgustedly stood up, dusting off his hands and moving far away from him like avoiding an evil spirit.
"Always offering up some trash that no one wants and thinking it's a priceless treasure." He said with a disdainful tone, as if he had just touched something filthy.
"What do you mean no one wants! My life is very precious! Do you think it was easy for me to survive alone until this age?"
