Chapter 867 — Revenge Plan

"By the way, Dad, I hear that girl Gu Mengyao's family is loaded—Wei Zhao is her bodyguard. Why don't we go after Gu Mengyao and make her cough up the money for us?" Zhen Yingjun's thoughts turned at once to Gu Mengyao; from Zhao Qibing he had picked up a fair amount about Wei Zhao.

Of course, Zhen Yingjun had no idea that Zhao Qibing had let those things slip on purpose—his aim was simply to make Zhen Yingjun a sacrificial pawn.

"I know. I've already had people look into it. The Gu Group—quite famous in the province." Zhen Dazhou had long since set his sights on Gu Pengzhan's side of things, and his logic was clear enough: if my son ended up like this because of your daughter, then if you don't pay the medical bills, who will? And not just the medical bills—you'll have to throw in some compensation as well!

"Exactly!" Hearing that his father was also inclined to make trouble for Gu Mengyao, Zhen Yingjun felt a weight lift from his heart. "But one thing's for sure—that Wei Zhao has to die!"

"Killing Wei Zhao won't be easy. I hear he's a skilled fighter at the early Mystic rank, and that Li Fu fellow beside Gu Pengzhan is at the peak of the late Yellow rank. Moving against them will be no simple matter." Part of Zhen Dazhou's information had come from his own investigation, but most of it came from Zhao Qibing.

"Hmph, what good are those skilled fighters? Don't we have guns? However tough he is, can he be bulletproof?" Zhen Yingjun said with some contempt. "Dad, what about the musket squad under you—the ones who do that no-cost business on the high seas? Bring them back and *** Wei Zhao!"

The Zhen family had some legitimate businesses in Donghai, but it was the no-cost business that made the money! The Zhen family kept a pirate crew on the sea code-named the "Musket Squad," which specialized in robbing cargo ships on the high seas and brought the family enormous wealth every year.

Of course, the business wasn't really the Zhen family's own—with their strength, they could never have run an operation that size. Zhen Dazhou managed it on behalf of a distant relative, who took the lion's share; Zhen Dazhou got only twenty percent.

"Childish! You bring the Musket Squad into the city and riddle Wei Zhao with bullets? Is that any way to wait for the police to wipe out the Zhen family?" Zhen Dazhou glared at Zhen Yingjun and said angrily, "Those cultivators may fear guns too, but a sneak attack with one or two guns can't hit them at all—they're too fast. The only way is to have a whole group fire at once, use the volley tactic, and maybe you can kill one. But unless it's somewhere deserted, if a gunfight on that scale breaks out in the city, your old man will be arrested tomorrow as the head of a terrorist organization!"

"That... I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't think it through..." Zhen Yingjun had always thought it was a fine thing for the family to have a musket squad, as though they feared nothing in this world. But now, hearing his father's words, he realized he had been taking things rather too much for granted.

"Hmph, still, your idea has merit. I've got a rough plan for dealing with them..." A crafty, vicious glint flashed in Zhen Dazhou's eyes. "Come on, let's go see the Medicine King and get you treated first!"

"Dad, how are you going to deal with them?" Zhen Yingjun, however, seemed unable to wait.

"I'm going to ask your Fourth Granduncle for help—request that he send some of the skilled men around him!" Zhen Dazhou said. This Fourth Granduncle was Zhen Dazhou's business partner; eighty percent of the maritime business belonged to him, and Zhen Dazhou was merely working for him.

"Oh? You mean Ma Zhu, the one beside Fourth Granduncle?" Zhen Yingjun asked quickly. "I hear he's a Mystic-rank fighter too, isn't he?"

"Yes. Back when we were fighting over business on the sea, your Fourth Granduncle sent him to assist me. You should have seen him—his skill was truly formidable!" Zhen Dazhou seemed to be recalling the past. "One kick, and he sent a man flying, killed him outright—kicked his head clean off..."

"Can he handle Wei Zhao?" Zhen Yingjun had never thought much of cultivators and martial artists; he always felt they were no match for guns and cannons. But according to his father, there really was no way to use guns on a large scale in the city.

"Naturally, that's no problem at all!" Zhen Dazhou said. "He's an external-school expert at the mid Mystic rank, and according to Zhao Qibing, Wei Zhao is only early Mystic rank—so of course he can handle him!"

Zhen Dazhou himself wasn't too clear on the difference between the external school and the internal school, but he felt certain that mid Mystic rank had to be stronger than early Mystic rank.

"Then let him just kill Wei Zhao outright? But that wouldn't be satisfying either!" Zhen Yingjun felt that simply killing Wei Zhao would be letting him off too easy.

"Of course we can't just kill him outright!" Zhen Dazhou shook his head. "What we'll do is have Ma Zhu kidnap Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu. His only opponent will be that Li Fu—once Li Fu is beaten, all he has to do is seize Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu. With hostages in hand, we can threaten Gu Pengzhan into paying a ransom to get them back. And of course, we can specify that Wei Zhao delivers the ransom—have him bring it to some desolate mountain spot, and let the Musket Squad ambush him with a volley!"

"Brilliant! That way we not only get a huge pile of money, but we get our revenge too!" Zhen Yingjun's eyes lit up at his father's words. "Good, it's settled then—but only after my illness is cured! Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu—I'll play those two girls to death! Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!" Zhen Dazhou laughed along with his son, and just like that, a plan for revenge took shape...

Inside the Powerful Cloud Bar, Zhao Qibing said with some annoyance, "What did Zhen Dazhou take Zhen Yingjun off to do? Doesn't he want his illness treated? Why hasn't he come back after so long?"

"Not so. My guess is Zhen Dazhou wants to take Zhen Yingjun to the hospital to confirm whether he's actually sick at all," the Medicine King said, seeing through Zhen Dazhou's purpose.

"Oh? And can the hospital actually tell?" Zhao Qibing asked, startled.

"Would Young Master Bing doubt tampering done by me, the Medicine King? Rest assured, the two of them will be back very soon!" the Medicine King said. "This money, Young Master Bing, you are certain to make it!"

"Ha, then I am relieved!" Zhao Qibing nodded. "Making money like this really is something—it is just that this kind of fat sheep patient is not common. Otherwise, why would I even bother with real estate to make money!"

"This kind of patient is naturally something you can only encounter, not seek out," the Medicine King said. "By the way, Young Master Bing, this time, now that his impotence is cured, should we give him a few more ailments?"