Shen Tang: "Oh..."
A gentleman used his mouth, not his hands...
It really depended on the situation.
After Qi Shan had vented enough, he smoothed his slightly disheveled hair and turned to ask Shen Tang, "Young Master Shen, is there nothing you want to ask?"
Shen Tang answered honestly, "No."
Actually, who Qi Shan was did not matter much to her. A name was merely a designation; in an ideal world, everyone could be called "Qi Shan." The only person she had known, from beginning to end, was him.
The governor had been beaten until blood streamed from his nose, stars danced before his eyes, and his eye sockets were black and blue. That once-decently imposing face had become utterly comical.
With his speech slurred, he said, "Why don't you just kill me!"
Qi Shan said, "Killing you in one blow would be letting you off too easily."
The governor sneered, then even began babbling nonsense, provoking Qi Shan's bottom line. "Qi Shan was actually killed by you, wasn't he...? You took his place? Feeling guilty, so you framed me..."
Thud—
Qi Shan rewarded the governor with another punch.
As Shen Tang grew more and more confused listening to them, she did not forget to complain—
Although Literary Heart Word Spirits were dashing and elegant, perfectly fitting the grandeur of Literary Scholars, when it came to venting one's anger, nothing beat a direct punch.
Qi Shan snorted and withdrew his hand. His knuckles cracked loudly, making for quite an intimidating display. "You really do know how to anger me."
The governor sneered. "You're welcome. We were in the same class, after all."
Shen Tang: "...???"
Seeing Shen Tang's bewildered expression, Qi Shan let out a long sigh.
He grabbed the governor by the collar with one hand and dragged him