Chapter 4741 — What If I Am Not Polite?

"Nothing much. I merely heard from my men that you were still here, miss, so I came over specially to have a look—to see if there was anything I could help with." Scarface smiled a lecherous smile. Held back by that last shred of wariness, he did not want to resort to brute force right away; if he could make the little wench lower her head and see reason, so much the better.

"That won't be necessary. I advise you to take your men and leave at once—otherwise, if you disturb my peace and quiet, don't blame me for being rude to you." Huo Yudie gave a cold humph, feigning a show of strength.

"Is that so? So the young lady wants peace and quiet? Splendid, splendid. But this place is truly wretched—it keeps out neither wind nor rain. By any measure it seems to have nothing at all to do with peace and quiet, wouldn't you say?" Scarface pinched his chin and chuckled.

Huo Yudie gave him a cold glance and said nothing. She had no idea what this wretch was brewing in his gourd; the gap in strength between them was far too vast, and unless it was absolutely unavoidable, she could not afford to tear off all pretense and fight him head-on. She could only play along and stall.

"Looking over the whole trial ground, I'd say the only place that could be called quiet is my own. If the young lady doesn't mind, why not come and stay at my place for a while?" Scarface proposed with ill intent.

"No need. I'm quite comfortable staying here. You people leave." Huo Yudie refused on the spot.

"Miss, as the saying goes: at home one relies on one's parents, abroad one relies on friends. Our meeting here was a chance encounter, and that is what we call fate. I am extending the invitation in all sincerity—isn't it rather ungracious of you to say that?" Scarface's expression shifted.

"Then what exactly do you want?" Huo Yudie's heart gave a start. If the man turned hostile on the spot, things today would truly be dire.

"Nothing at all. I just want the young lady to come and stay at my place for a spell, and to keep me company while she's at it. I reckon the two of us could cultivate our feelings nicely." Only now did Scarface reveal his fox's tail. His face dripping with greed, he chuckled: "After all, we're all stuck in this godforsaken place with no way out. Life has to go on. A great beauty like you can't spend all her days keeping vigil over a half-dead thing like that, now can she? What do you say, miss?"

"In your dreams!" Huo Yudie's face turned cold as frost in an instant. Playing along was one thing, but now that the man had said it so plainly, she could not bear it.

"Hey, hey. Little wench, let me give you a piece of advice: you'd best not speak so absolutely. Just keep me company for a few days, and I guarantee not a single person here will dare touch a hair on your head. That's good for you and good for me. But if you refuse the toast only to drink the forfeit, then don't blame me for not being gentle with the fairer sex!" A fierce look flashed across Scarface's face.

"You!" Huo Yudie was so furious her silver teeth clenched. Had she not been worried about Wei Zhao behind her, she would have struck long ago. Even if it killed her, she would never let this man have his way.

"Heh heh, I'm still being polite to you right now, so you'd best accept. Otherwise, when I stop being polite, then—" As Scarface spoke, he reached out a lewd hand toward Huo Yudie.

"And what if you stop being polite?" Along with the indifferent words, a hand suddenly seized Scarface's lecherous claw, and no matter how desperately he struggled, it did not budge in the slightest.

At the sight of the owner of that hand, everyone else drew a sharp breath in unison and scattered like birds and beasts without another word. As for Huo Yudie, an incredulous light flickered in her eyes, and she covered her small mouth with both hands, so overcome that for a long while she could not utter a single word.

Thud! Scarface's legs gave way in fright, and a full-fledged expert at the peak of the early Xuan Ascension stage dropped to his knees on the spot. Judging by his expression, he was scared clean out of his wits—he would never in his wildest dreams have imagined that Wei Zhao, who had taken such a horrifying wound to the abdomen, would actually wake up at this very moment!

And judging by that aura, it seemed even stronger than before. This ruthless one had already been able to send him flying with a casual slap before; now, if he wanted to kill him, wouldn't that be easier than crushing an ant?

His feeling was indeed not mistaken. As the saying goes, a great disaster survived brings a great blessing to follow. After so many days in a coma, Wei Zhao's cultivation had imperceptibly climbed to the mid Nascent Soul stage. He had only just awakened just now, and his power was not yet fully under control, which was why Scarface had been able to sense it.

"You still haven't answered me. What happens if you stop being polite?" Wei Zhao looked at Scarface trembling on his knees before him, a faint killing intent in his tone.

"N-n-nothing... nothing at all... I just have a foul mouth..." As he spoke, Scarface dealt himself two vicious slaps and pleaded with a woebegone face: "Spare my life, Senior! I truly just have a foul mouth, I meant nothing else..."

"Then what did you come here for?" Wei Zhao said noncommittally, curling his lip.

"Uh... I came to see you off, Senior. Yes, yes, that's it. I figured you must be getting tired of staying here by now, Senior, so I came to bid you farewell..." Scarface hit upon a sudden inspiration.

"Is that so? Then why did I vaguely hear just now that you seemed to want her to sleep with you?" The killing intent on Wei Zhao's body grew thicker and thicker.

"No, no, that was a colossal misunderstanding!" Scarface was scared half to death on the spot, terrified that the very next moment Wei Zhao would press him to death. He hastily thought on his feet: "Senior, I truly did not say anything about sleeping! I said I wanted your lady wife to come back with me and pick out some fine things as a farewell gift for you, just a small token of my regard..."

"Really?" Wei Zhao turned to look at Huo Yudie, took her hand, and gave a mischievous wink.

Huo Yudie was still lost in the sudden joy when she felt Wei Zhao take her hand and only then snapped back to her senses. Her pretty face flushed bright red at once, her cheeks like fiery clouds, the redness reaching even the roots of her ears.

She had not caught a single word of what was just said, but she had caught the sensitive word "wife." Seeing that Wei Zhao showed not the slightest intention of correcting it—and had even taken the initiative to hold her hand—did that mean he had tacitly acknowledged it?

But she wasn't even prepared yet! Wasn't this progress a little too fast? How was she supposed to explain this to her master when she got back?

Huo Yudie's mind was a whirl of wild fancies, and only when Wei Zhao asked a second time did she barely come back to herself. After grasping his meaning, she tilted her head and said: "I suppose so. Then shall we go pick some out?"

"Very well. It would be rude to decline such hospitality, after all." Wei Zhao glanced at Scarface with amusement and said mildly: "Well? Aren't you going to lead the way?" (To be continued~^~)