Shu Si had never been this angry.
As a street urchin, he had long been used to being cheated and used. People in the pugilist world, how could they not suffer from a sword attack? Shu Si was not a sore loser at all. In fact, he had long been numb to defeat.
He was a young man with no background, talent, and luck. At most, he took a small advantage and then suffered a big loss. Sometimes, he was robbed by powerful gangs, sometimes he was exploited by profiteers, but Shu Si was always able to laugh at these.
Because there was no hope, there would be no disappointment. Shu Si did not expect too much, so he was content and happy. No matter if he was betrayed or cheated by anyone, he would not take it to heart.
But at this moment, Shu Si was heartbroken.
"Dead Face, did you do it on purpose?"
