"Useless!"
Zhao Qigong's voice was restrained yet terrifying. He stared fixedly at Qin Manjiang and threatened:
"Go get it. Don't forget who put food in your mouth!"
Qin Manjiang looked at him with an aggrieved expression and tried touching a prop beside him. "But... Troupe Leader, I can't pick it up."
Zhao Qigong's pupils contracted. He seized Qin Manjiang's wrist.
"Who are you? You're not Xiao Qi!"
The next second, a fist so scrawny it was nothing but skin and bones grew larger before Zhao Qigong's eyes.
"I'm your daddy."
The moment Zhao Qigong grabbed his left hand, Qin Manjiang had already clenched his right into a fist and swung it at the old man's face.
The bony fist wasn't particularly powerful, but it was hard. One punch to Zhao Qigong's eye immediately drew a stifled scream from him. Clearly, it hurt badly, but he didn't dare cry out at full volume.
Taking advantage of the instant Zhao Qigong loosened his grip in pain, Qin Manjiang turned and ran. Clutching his left eye, Zhao Qigong stared after him, trembling all over. "Damn you... damn you!"
"No matter who you are, I'll kill you!"
Qin Manjiang didn't know whom Zhao Qigong wanted dead. He only knew he'd have been a real idiot to obey him and fetch that Jade Cicada.
Why wouldn't he take something so obviously important himself, instead of finding someone to do it for him?
Qin Manjiang wasn't stupid. When it was time to act, he acted, regardless of who this Zhao Qigong was. As long as there were still things he "needed help" with, that meant Troupe Leader Zhao wasn't capable of threatening him just yet.
Only after running all the way to the rear courtyard did Qin Manjiang breathe a sigh of relief.
He looked