The knife-scarred man did not utter any harsh words this time. Instead, he rushed straight at Xu Ke, raising his fist and aiming it at Xu Ke's face. The fierce glint in his eyes and the gust from his punch made it clear he wasn't holding back. If this punch landed on the face, a few teeth might surely be knocked out.
"Whoa!"
The onlookers watched the knife-scarred man's stance, each covering their mouths, their eyes fixed intently on his fist. Their expressions were tense to the extreme, a mix of fear and excitement.
The woman standing at the back could only see the knife-scarred man's fist raised high, but that was enough for her. She tightly closed her eyes, too afraid to watch, her heart pounding louder and faster as if it would leap out of her chest.
