Chapter 1141

Quincy patted the young man who had cut in line on the shoulder and said, "Hey, please wait your turn."

His tone was polite but firm. The young man, wearing a pair of flip-flops, turned around with a look of annoyance and snapped, "Mind your own business, man."

Lydia tugged on Quincy's sleeve, shaking her head. "Let it go. It's not worth getting into a fight over."

Quincy gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I've got this."

He then stepped in front of the young man, which made Lydia nervous. She gripped her phone tightly, ready to call the police if things got out of hand. The guy looked like trouble, and she wasn't sure Quincy could handle him.

The young man, now in Quincy's shadow, looked up with irritation. "What now...?"

Before he could finish, Quincy cut him off with a voice that was still polite but carried an icy edge. "I suggest you watch your tone."

As he spoke, Quincy casually stretched his neck and wrists, revealing the well-defined muscles in his arms. The sigh