Chapter 167 — Two Unlucky Experts
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Wei Zhao was quite capable of doing things for which there was no evidence. When the time came, Li Cihua would probably be crying without tears, wouldn't he?
Two Yellow Rank experts, dead just like that—unlucky enough, to be sure.
The van suddenly accelerated when it was twenty meters from Wei Zhao. He could even see the smug, sleazy grins on Li Yao's face in the driver's seat and Zhang Long's in the passenger seat. To Wei Zhao, though, those grins were like blossoming epiphyllum flowers—withered in an instant.
"Heh..." Wei Zhao smiled too, but his smile was strange, deeply meaningful...
"What's that kid smiling at?" Li Yao was baffled. Unconsciously he pressed harder on the gas—though in fact the pedal was already floored, and pressing further meant nothing.
"Who knows. Just run him over first," Zhang Long said, ordering Li Yao on. Wei Zhao's smile had made him thoroughly uncomfortable.
Wei Zhao acted as though he had not seen Li Yao accelerate at all. He still stood in the middle of the road like a warrior about to march to his death.
"Hey!" Li Yao saw that he was about to hit Wei Zhao, and a grin spread across his lips...
At the instant the van came hurtling at him, Wei Zhao abruptly dodged to the right, arriving at the side of Li Yao's driver's seat, and then kicked the van's front left tire...
With a huge bang, the van's front left tire burst outright. The vehicle lost its balance at once and veered left, sweeping in an arc past Wei Zhao, smashing through the guardrail along the national highway and plunging down into the ravine...
The van tumbled over and over in the air, then landed at the very bottom of the ravine. After a tremendous crash, flames flickered up in waves...
Wei Zhao glanced down into the ravine and waited a while. When no one emerged from the van—now burned almost beyond recognition—he turned to leave.
Of course, before leaving, he first pushed the sharp blade at the front of his shoe back into place.
Even with his great strength, Wei Zhao had no absolute certainty of kicking a moving tire until it burst; and even if he punctured it, he could not be sure it would deflate outright. Borrowing an outside force was the best method.
A blade had always been hidden in Wei Zhao's shoe. He had modified it on a whim back when he used to watch the anime Detective Conan. It was not of much use, but under particular circumstances it could play an absolutely decisive role.
Just now, for instance: Wei Zhao needed only to stretch out his foot, then hold his body and leg steady with enough composure, and the blade was more than enough to shred a spinning tire to pieces.
Of course, only Wei Zhao dared attempt such a dangerous thing. An ordinary person would likely have lost his footing and had his own foot shredded first.
Two Yellow Rank experts—one at the early stage, one at the peak of the late stage. In Songshan City they counted as experts among experts. To die just like this really was a bit unjust, wasn't it?
Wei Zhao gazed down at the van at the bottom of the cliff, burned beyond all recognition, and shook his head with a sigh. He wondered what Li Cihua would feel upon learning that both his Yellow Rank experts had died this way.
What would gall him most, perhaps, was that he had no way at all to prove whether these two had been killed by Wei Zhao himself. The scene looked exactly like a traffic accident—this was what Li Cihua called the struggles of the upper class, was it? Even knowing Wei Zhao had done it, without evidence he could not prove it.
And even if Li Cihua came to Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao would play the innocent and claim to know nothing, creating for Li Cihua the illusion that these two wretches had simply had bad luck—a blowout, a plunge off the cliff—and let him stew in his own frustration until he choked on it.
Going for wool and coming home shorn—only Li Cihua himself could know that feeling.