Chapter 879 Cloud Temple's Auction

The fat upstart who was happily humiliating people with money suddenly felt like death was impending. Quentin's punch abruptly stopped three inches from his nose. Even so, the strong wind accompanying his fist still made this reckless upstart feel pain on his face.

The man's whole body was chilly as if he fell into a freezing cave. When he came to his senses, he found that a young man had grabbed Quentin's arm at the very last second, saving himself from being hit by his fist. The young man happened to be Jacob.

"Holy Doctor? Are you sure you want to poke your nose into other people's business?" A sense of dissatisfaction flashed through Quentin's eyes.

"It's not that I want to meddle, I just want to advise you to accumulate some virtue. Although he has a wicked mouth, his sin does not lead to death," Jacob said.