Hearing Xu Zimo's utterly unreasonable words, Qi Shan flew into a rage.
He had already lost face here today.
First, Zhou Tongtong had bluntly confronted him. Now, Xu Zimo was threatening him like this.
Qi Shan's temper flared at once.
"Boy, do you know what you're saying?" Qi Shan asked coldly.
"If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, the consequences will be more than you can bear."
As Qi Shan spoke, the two burly men beside him moved to either side, faintly forming a pincer around Xu Zimo.
The two burly men also had easy-to-remember names.
One was called Qi Wen, and the other Qi Wu.
Both had been named by Qi Shan's father and raised from childhood.
It could be said that the two were fiercely loyal—true Death Warriors.
"Explanations? I never explain myself to others.
Leave the item behind, and you live.
Refuse, and you die. Those are your only two choices," Xu Zimo said calmly.
Seeing Xu Zimo's attitude, one could well imagine Qi Shan's fury.
Pointing at Xu Zimo, he shouted, "Seize this bastard! I'll personally skin him and pull out his tendons to soothe the hatred in my heart!"
At this moment, Qi Shan had piled all his hatred for the Zhou Yunqiao sisters and Xu Zimo together.
Qi Wen and Qi Wu did not hesitate in the slightest.
They were not only responsible for protecting Qi Shan's safety, but also for following his orders and doing his bidding.
At this moment, Qi Wu made the first move.
He was renowned for his strength.
Powerful force rumbled between his fists.
Rumble! Rumble!
Every punch was like an ancient bull demon awakening.
The muscles in Qi Wu's arms swelled continuously, bulging as though they would burst through his skin.
That was not all. White