"Useless!"
Zhao Qigong's voice was restrained and 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 nearby. "But... Troupe Leader, I can't pick it up."
Zhao Qigong's pupils contracted. He grabbed Qin Manjiang by the 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 dad."
The moment Zhao Qigong grabbed Qin Manjiang's left hand, Qin Manjiang had already clenched his right into a fist and swung it at the old man's face.
The skin-and-bones fist wasn't particularly powerful, but it was hard. When it struck Zhao Qigong in the eye, he immediately let out a muffled scream. Clearly, it hurt badly, but he didn't dare cry out at full volume.
Seizing the instant Zhao Qigong loosened his grip in pain, Qin Manjiang turned and ran. Zhao Qigong covered his left eye and stared after him, trembling all over. "Damn you... damn you!"
"I don't care who you are. I'll kill you!"
Qin Manjiang didn't know whom Zhao Qigong wanted dead. All he knew was that he would have been a real idiot if he had actually obeyed Zhao Qigong and fetched that Jade Cicada.
Why wouldn't he fetch something so obviously important himself, instead of finding someone else to do it?
Qin Manjiang wasn't stupid. When it was time to act, he acted. Who cared what Zhao Qigong's background was? Since he still needed to "ask someone for help," that meant Troupe Leader Zhao wasn't capable of threatening him just yet.
Only after running all the way to the Back Courtyard did Qin