The middle-aged man's right hand was captured, and only then did he notice that the person restraining him was actually the stern-faced, sharp-eyed man who was following the handsome young man.
He obviously understood who among the three was the one who could truly make the decisions.
The middle-aged man didn't shout in pain and said to Lin Jie with stubbornness, "Kid, you'd better cripple this hand of mine, otherwise..."
Lin Jie, who originally didn't want to cause trouble, saw that Qin Gang had already made a move, so retreating was no longer appropriate.
Knowing that this middle-aged man was just a small-time thug, Lin Jie didn't want to waste words with him and directly said, "Knock him out!"
Lin Jie's words were very crisp and decisive.
What was even more crisp and decisive than his words was Qin Gang's foot.
With a lightning-fast kick, he directly thrust his foot into the midsection of the middle-aged man who hadn't yet reacted.
