Was it possible for Qi Shijie to not know Qin Fan's background? No. As a member of the dandies of Four-nine City, no one lacked intelligence. When it came to conspiracy, political sensibility, and composure, Qi Shijie was a master of them all. Otherwise, with his outrageous and unfiltered remarks, he would have been ruined many times over.
And now, he dared to speak to Qin Fan like this—had he gone mad and was seeking death? No! He wasn't mad, but he was consumed by envy, jealousy, and hatred for Qin Fan.
He envied and resented the awe Qin Fan's illustrious reputation inspired in countless people. These feelings hadn't formed overnight; they had been accumulating deep in his heart for a long time, ever since Qin Fan became famous throughout Huaxia as a young Grandmaster.
But envy and jealousy were one thing; he always remained clear-headed and rational. After all, with his years of growth and mental conditioning, he had long outgrown the phase of being hot-headed.
