Ye Jiansheng glanced at Old Qi, "I do not lend my sword to others!"
"Then I absolutely must borrow it!" Old Qi glared back, stubbornly insisting.
"I just won't lend it to you!" Ye Jiansheng replied crisply.
"Damn, will you fucking lend it or not!" Old Qi, gripping a machete, placed it against Ye Jiansheng's neck, "Believe it or not, I will chop your head off!"
Ye Jiansheng's eyes narrowed slightly before he suddenly landed a punch on Old Qi's face.
"Ouch, damn it all, how dare you strike me!" Old Qi howled in pain, rushing forward and starting to fight with Ye Jiansheng.
Ye Jiansheng didn't use any martial techniques, he simply fought Old Qi the way ordinary people fight, giving him a good thrashing.
The onlookers initially laughed heartily, but seeing Old Qi was no match, they started to clamor and surged forward.
"Son of a bitch, dare to hit our brother!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"We must kill him, of course. He's seen what we do here; can we let him live?"
