Neither A Zhong nor A Wei had expected Qi Si to suddenly turn hostile.
Especially A Wei. Seeing how thin and frail Qi Si looked, he had not taken him seriously at all.
On top of that, this was the Old City District. He had thrown his weight around here for years and was long accustomed to people being angry but too afraid to speak out.
So when facing Qi Si, he naturally assumed Qi Si would not dare resist.
After all, this was not A City, not a place where the Qi Household could wield absolute power.
Unfortunately, he had miscalculated one thing: Qi Si was not afraid of him at all.
And A Wei had gotten another thing wrong. Master Jiang, whom he saw as capable of anything, truly did not dare touch Qi Si.
"You fucking—"
"Fuck your head! Say that again?!"
A Wei had barely pushed himself up when Qi Si heard the foul language coming out of his mouth. He stepped forward and kicked him again, sending him sprawling back onto the ground.
"Ah!"
When had A Wei ever been treated like this?
He let out a miserable scream, and the people around them immediately stirred.
Those upstairs rushed down, while those downstairs ran up.
In an instant, Qi Si was surrounded.
Qi Si showed no fear as he looked at the people encircling him.
"Fuck! You're courting death!"
After someone helped A Wei up, he raised his leg and kicked at Qi Si.
Naturally, Qi Si was not about to stand there and obediently take a beating. The moment A Wei lifted his foot, he swiftly dodged aside.
Of course, A Wei was not going to let Qi Si off so easily. When his first strike missed, he immediately raised his fist and charged