Chapter 2315 — Who Exactly Are You? (Part 1)

"So it seems I underestimated you lot." Truth be told, Wei Zhao had never expected a Xuan-rank expert to be stationed in the Conch Bar! Still, the sects and great families had led him into a misconception—that whoever served as a leader must be a martial powerhouse. Since Big Feng had been captured by Feng Tianlong, his strength could not be very high; and the Second Boss, whom Wei Zhao himself had taken, was also no great threat—of that Wei Zhao was well aware.

As for that death-squad man, he had some skill, but in Wei Zhao's eyes he was nothing remarkable. That was how Wei Zhao had fallen into the trap of assuming things: he had overlooked that a gang's figurehead need not be a cultivator at all! Rank and hierarchy in the gangs were not like those in the great families and sects—their leaders could be ruthless schemers, or men of deep cunning and strategy!

It was the same with the Fire Wolf Gang: An Liwen was a worthless bird whose belly brimmed with nothing but dirty tricks for squeezing out money, yet he could command a whole stable of capable men. The principle was exactly the same.

"So you finally admit it? You're no merchant, are you?" Big Feng wore the look of a man holding all the cards. "Out with it—what are you really doing here? And who sent you?"

"I don't mind telling you, but first I want to know—how did you realize I wasn't a customer here to buy drugs?" Wei Zhao was genuinely curious about this point.

Because Wei Zhao had just carefully gone back over the whole of his visit to the Conch Bar, from taking the bait on the fishing line to swallowing the ecstasy and the white powder—he had played it all convincingly, without a single flaw. Moreover, Aotedi, the man who had "traded" with him, had already been taken away by Feng Tianlong, and Baldy Wolf, who knew him well, had been arrested too. The dead could not testify. Even if Big Feng investigated, he could not dig up anything from Aotedi's side. So Yang Zhao was utterly perplexed. Just what was it? "Actually, you made a mistake—not a big one, but not a small one either." Big Feng did not conceal it; he kindly satisfied Wei Zhao's curiosity. "Ruileida Town is one of the Red Conch's largest strongholds—bigger even than this one in Qingrun City. You went there—how could you possibly fail to find a source of goods?"

"What do you mean by that?" Wei Zhao frowned.

"In Ruileida Town, you could walk into any bar or nightclub, even an inn or a tavern, and openly say you were looking for white powder, and someone would sell it to you. How could you fail to find a source?" Big Feng looked at Wei Zhao with open mockery. "It's a lawless little town across the border—two gangs and three families hold everything there. Want to find a source of white powder in that town? It takes one sentence, and someone would take you straight to the Red Conch's headquarters. Why go to the trouble of coming all the way here?"

"So that's how it is..." Wei Zhao let out a long breath of dawning realization. It seemed the saying that even the wise might slip once in a thousand thoughts was true—Wei Zhao had never imagined such a thing! Indeed, just as Big Feng said, in a place like Ruileida Town, buying white powder was a matter of a single sentence. Why travel all the way here?

"All right, the explanation is finished. You can tell me where you come from, and I'll grant you a quicker death," Big Feng said.

"Death? I really haven't thought about that." Wei Zhao waved a hand casually and knocked Hammer unconscious where he stood. Though Wei Zhao felt no fondness for the Red Conch's people, Hammer, that simple fool, had after all brought him here—and Wei Zhao did not want to kill the donkey after it had done the grinding. So he merely knocked him out.

"You dare to make a move here?" Big Feng stared at Wei Zhao in disbelief.

"Nonsense—if I didn't dare make a move, I wouldn't have had Hammer bring me here!" Wei Zhao looked at Big Feng as though at a fool. "You're clever, I'll grant you—clever enough to see through me. But I can't let you off just because you're clever, because the kind I hate most is the sort who thinks they're cleverer than me."

"?!" Big Feng's eyes went wide. He could not understand how, after he had revealed his power, this brat before him still dared say such a thing. Was he not afraid of him? That couldn't be—he himself was an expert of the peak late Xuan rank! In the secular world, he was a man who could walk anywhere he pleased!

"Actually, my whole purpose was to have Hammer bring me here. Now that I'm here, whether you see through my identity or not makes no difference. At best, one way saves a little effort—you willingly take me to see the boss behind you. The way things stand now, I have to spend a bit more effort to make you, with no choice left, willingly take me to see the boss behind you. The result is about the same either way." Wei Zhao shrugged.

"Do you even know what peak late Xuan rank means, you brat?" Never since he had entered the world had Big Feng been so despised! Even Yu Shuixing, head of the secular Yu family, addressed him respectfully as Brother Big Feng whenever they met!

But Yu Shuixing was an expert of peak late Xuan rank—the same as himself!

"I know a little," Wei Zhao said.

"You know, and you still dare talk like that? A newborn calf really doesn't fear the tiger. Do you know that Yu Shuixing, head of the secular Yu family, calls me Brother Big Feng with the greatest respect when he sees me?" Big Feng felt that though he could kill Wei Zhao in an instant, being despised like this was truly unbearable! Before he killed Wei Zhao, he had to make the boy understand what a lofty, exalted being he was!

"Oh, so you and that old thing Yu Shuixing are brothers? You two are close, then?" Wei Zhao asked.

"Naturally... Don't change the subject!" Big Feng glared at Wei Zhao. "I'm only telling you the difference between the Xuan rank and the Huang rank!"

"Since you and Yu Shuixing are brothers, then there's no need to hurry—you'll be keeping him company soon enough, and he'll surely be glad to see you sent along to join him." Wei Zhao said this with a grin, but murder had already stirred in his heart. This man was mixed up with Yu Shuixing, so he was certainly no good; the Pangolin's death was most likely connected to him as well. In Wei Zhao's mind, Big Feng was already a dead man.

"Who exactly are you?" Big Feng's gaze sharpened. He understood Wei Zhao's implication well enough—Yu Shuixing was dead; that much he knew. The secular Yu family had been wiped out. How did this young man know? Could he be connected to it?

"An enemy of your Red Conch!" Wei Zhao said.

"Forget it. Since you won't talk, then you never will." As Big Feng spoke, the aura of true qi around him suddenly surged, released to its peak in an instant!