San Ji was first stunned, then burst out in rage, "Little Thief, are you courting death? You dare to mock me?"
"Mock you? You're just a little chick, why would I mock you?" Zhang Xian said, subtly glancing at San Ji's crotch.
San Ji was fuming! In fact, his 'little chick' wasn't very impressive, much to his chagrin.
Zhu Qing listened to Zhang Xian's words, her pretty face reddening. She rolled her eyes at him. This guy was undoubtedly a rascal, both inside and out - too intimidating to look at.
"Brother Ji, don't waste time talking to this guy, just beat him up."
"Exactly, this no-name nobody dares get cocky in front of Brother Ji. He really doesn't know his place."
San Ji thought his followers made sense. As the great Brother Ji, why bother arguing with such a lecherous young man? He was a notorious thug with a reputation in the area.
So, he took a step back, put his hands across his chest, radiating the aura of a boss.
"Heh-heh..." San Ji's followers snickered, rubbing their hands in anticipation as they advanced on Zhang Xian, their smiles disgustingly lewd.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past them. Following a 'smack' sound, Brother Ji was seen spinning in mid-air, landing face-first on the ground.
"Motherf*cker..." after a while, screams of pain echoed.
His followers turned around, completely confused. What's up with Brother Ji? Why was he suddenly on the ground?
Instinctively, they suspected that the guy standing before them had something to do with it. But when they looked back at him, they found that he hadn't moved a muscle.
Zhu Qing was surprised. She thought she saw Zhang Xian dash out for a moment - but it happened so fast she thought she must have been mistaken. Surprisingly, Brother Ji ended up inexplicably on the ground.
"F*ck... what the hell are you all waiting for? Aren't you going to beat him for me?" Brother Ji bounced up from the ground, covering his face and shouting.
After speaking, he looked around suspiciously. He had been inexplicably slapped out of nowhere and it gave him a gut-wrenching feeling of dread. Wasn't it super eerie?
Upon their leader's command, his underlings gritted their teeth and charged at Zhang Xian.
"Whoosh..." Another gust of wind blew by. Instantly, Brother Ji's screams resounded again, and he fell to the ground clumsily.
The underlings turned their heads, and then quickly turned back. The guy was still standing there, without making a single move.
Hold up, something's not right! Here were just the three of them, Brother Ji, Zhu Qing and that guy. No one moved, so what's up with Brother Ji? Why was he on the ground screaming so pitifully?
It seemed like Brother Ji's face looked different. It was red and puffy, as if it had been slapped twice, complete with the imprint of a palm.
"Smack..." A slap suddenly sounded, and one of the underlings fell to the ground.
The other two quickly came to their senses and retreated hastily, cautiously surveying their surroundings, a sense of ominous foreboding creeping up on them.
What's happening? Why were Brother Ji and his brothers suddenly slapped out of nowhere? Could there possibly be a ghost in broad daylight?
Zhu Qing suddenly shivered, instinctively crossing her arms. Although she had the gut feeling it was Zhang Xian's doing, she couldn't be sure because it wasn't possible for someone to move that fast. She thought, it must be a ghost.
"Hmm? What are you guys doing? Why are you all on the ground?" Zhang Xian asked 'curiously'.
"Damn it, let's get out of here, this place is eerie." After bouncing up from the ground, Brother Ji ran off without looking back, his speed quite remarkable.
The other three underlings ran even faster. Once they started running, they quickly surpassed Brother Ji, leaving him far behind.
"Damn it... why are you all running so fast? Come back, all of you, damn... Traitors." Brother Ji roared in anger, occasionally glancing back.
Zhu Qing turned to look back, her body shuddering involuntarily. She didn't dare linger.
"Ahem... Why are you leaving so fast?" Zhang Xian quickly chased after her, laughing, "You're not thinking of ditching me, are you?"
"I'm not as gross as you." Zhu Qing said angrily, "Don't you think what just happened was abnormal? Only a few of us were here, but those two guys... forget it."
Zhang Xian paused, then sighed. He had only used a shrinking technique earlier, and he hadn't expected Zhu Qing to be scared by it.
Of course, he wasn't going to explain. Misunderstandings were hard to clarify, so he just let it slide.
"Here we are, go to that shop yourself."
Arriving at a clothing store, Zhu Qing stopped, discontentedly pointing at it.
"Aren't you coming in with me?"
"Don't you have feet and a mouth of your own? Why should I go in?" Zhu Qing retorted: "Go and buy for yourself."
"Eh, Qingqing, I stood up for you just now, how can you do this to me? I've never bought clothes before, I don't really understand!" Zhang Xian complained unhappily.
"Hmph, don't think I'll be grateful or forgive you just because you stepped up. And plus, you didn't seem to do anything. It had nothing to do with you."
"Ah, women are indeed stingy creatures." Zhang Xian felt a little vexed.
"What did you say?" Zhu Qing said angrily.
"Nothing, I didn't say anything." Zhang Xian quickly turned and walked into the clothing store, looking around keenly.
"Welcome." A female sales clerk saw a customer coming in and immediately greeted him.
However, when she noticed Zhang Xian's shabby appearance, her smile froze momentarily. She quickly regained her composure, wearing her professional smile as she said, "Sir, we have many new items in our shop. Please, come in."
"That, pretty lady, I'm not good at picking out clothes. Could you recommend something for me, something suitable for my appearance?" Zhang Xian asked with a shy smile.
"Of course, that's our duty. Please, follow me, sir." The sales clerk sneakily eyed Zhang Xian, a blush creeping onto her face. "Actually, sir, you are very handsome! It's just that your current attire isn't suitable. But don't worry, I guarantee I'll pick out some nice outfits for you that will give you a whole new look and bring out your charm."
"Heh heh, pretty lady, you really have good taste." Zhang Xian laughed.
"Um, sir, take a look at this one." The saleswoman, not expecting Zhang Xian to have such thick skin, paused before walking over to a casual suit. "This is our latest arrival. A white formal shirt paired with black casual pants in a slim fit style, the cut and design are both perfect. And, I think this suit would suit you perfectly. How about trying it on?"
"Can I try it on?" Zhang Xian asked excitedly.
"Of course, the fitting room is over there. Please, follow me." The saleswoman took down the clothes and headed towards another section.
A while later, Zhang Xian emerged from the fitting room.
The saleswoman turned to look, rooted to the spot. Was this still the same guy from before? How did he look like a completely different person now? They weren't even in the same league!