Bang!
The brick made a solid and intimate contact with the old man's face.
The old man let out a piercing cry, his whole body tumbling through the air, flying straight out the door.
Everyone was taken aback. It was too fast. Qin Yi's speed was simply unimaginable, almost like teleportation.
Qin Ankang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, realizing that if that brick were thrown at him, he wouldn't have been able to dodge either.
The two middle-aged men tensed up, so frightened that their hairs stood on end.
"Relax. Every grievance has its perpetrator, every debt has its debtor. Although you two are a bit ugly, you still have some decency. I won't lay a hand on you."
Qin Yi walked out holding the brick, while the old man lay on the ground outside like a toad, clutching his face and wailing, blood flowing between his fingers.
Qin Yi's brick was too brutal, it directly shattered the old man's nasal bone, causing most of his teeth to fall out—a miserable sight.
