C221 The Donation Was Rejected

"Ah! You bastard, how dare you hit me..." The bald man cried out in agony, glaring at Xia Ming with furious eyes as he prepared to launch his other fist.

But Xia Ming held fast to the bald man, refusing to release his grip.

With just a slight application of force, the bald man's face turned a ghastly shade of green with pain, his other fist frozen mid-air, unable to strike. "It hurts, it hurts.