“Absolutely not!!!” Old Master White and Ivy White's faces changed dramatically.

They knew the strength of the middle-aged man—he was the renowned Sanda King of the elite forces, most famous for his iron fists, which could shatter several centimeters of iron plate with a single punch.

But Evan Clark's fists were fair and slender, looking as if he couldn't even truss a chicken. If he were struck by the middle-aged man, both his arms would surely be ruined.

But everything happened too fast; the two wanted to intervene, but it was already too late!

Bang!!!

In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man and Evan Clark collided fist to fist!

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out, and a figure, as if struck by lightning, was sent flying three or four meters away like a kite with its string cut!

It's over!

A bitter smile spread across the faces of Old Master and Ivy White.

They knew that the unfamiliar young man was finished, and that arm of his was probably ruined for good!

Thinking this, the two exchanged bitter smiles and turned to look.

But when they saw what was before them, it was as if their throats were seized—they gaped so wide you could fit a duck egg in their mouths.

They saw Evan Clark still standing there quietly, like a mountain, completely unmoved.

And the one who had been sent flying was... actually the middle-aged man!

This... how is this possible!

Old Master White and Ivy White almost thought their eyes were playing tricks on them.

They couldn't believe that the famous Sanda King, known as the "Iron Fist," could be sent flying by a youth who looked so weak.

Especially since the middle-aged man's iron fist was now covered in blood, his forearm bone completely broken—a truly miserable sight.

Not only Old Master White and Ivy White, but even the middle-aged man himself couldn't believe it.

He was utterly stunned.

Staring blankly at his broken arm, his eyes were filled with shock and terror.

“Broken... how could there be... such strength...”

At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly looked at Evan Clark. In his eyes, this skinny youth was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, his wild power utterly irresistible!

Right then, the middle-aged man's face turned ashen, and he was about to warn Old Master and the others to run.

But just then, Evan Clark's words left all three of them dumbfounded:

“Your fishhook tore my clothes!”

Chapter 4: This person must never be provoked!

Fishhook? Clothes?

When Old Master White and the others heard this, they were stunned at first. Only then did they notice that the fishhook was still caught on Evan Clark's clothes.

And Evan Clark's shirt had been ripped open.

This...

Old Master White and the others never would have thought that someone with such terrifying strength would be concerned about a cheap shirt from a street stall.

Could it be... he's not an enemy?

Old Master White frowned slightly, then smiled and cupped his hands to Evan Clark:

“My young friend, I am truly sorry! Your shirt was torn by my fishhook! I should compensate you!”

As he spoke, Old Master White took out a black card from his pocket and handed it to Evan Clark:

“My young friend, please take this card as compensation for your shirt!”

While speaking, Old Master White kept a close eye on Evan Clark's expression, and only when he saw Evan Clark accept the card did he finally breathe a long sigh of relief.

Only then did he realize that the other party was not an enemy at all!

However, thinking of how Evan Clark had sent the middle-aged man flying several meters with a single punch, Old Master White's heart grew heavy again. He couldn't help but ask with a smile:

“May I ask your surname, young friend? Would you be willing to make my acquaintance?”

It was obvious that Old Master White was trying to build a relationship, to befriend Evan Clark. In the eyes of Ivy White and the middle-aged man, this was shocking.

They knew that in the entire Jiang City, even those in power couldn't catch Old Master's attention.

Yet now, he was trying to befriend a youth of eighteen or nineteen.

If the upper echelons of Jiang City found out, their jaws would surely drop.

But Evan Clark's response nearly made Ivy White and the middle-aged man choke on their own saliva.

“My surname is Ye. As for being friends?” Evan Clark shrugged indifferently:

“You're not qualified!”

With that, Evan Clark patted his backside and walked away.

Leaving Ivy White and the other two standing there, utterly bewildered.

You... not qualified... not qualified...

This simple sentence dealt a devastating blow to all three of them.

You have to know, in all of Jiang City, nearly every elite tried to curry favor with Old Master White, and even a single word of praise from him was like winning the lottery.

And in a city of over a million people, those whom Old Master called "friend" could be counted on one hand!

Now, Old Master had taken the initiative to befriend someone, only to be told he wasn't qualified!

Mamma mia, this act is off the charts!

Tap!

Just as Old Master White and the others were left looking grim, Evan Clark suddenly paused and turned around.

Seeing this, the three of them brightened.

Could it be that this young man had realized how extraordinary Old Master was, regretted his words, and wanted to make friends after all?

Yes, that must be it!