Chapter 225 — What Game Is He Playing
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"Got something to say? Say it and get lost." Wei Zhao had no desire to deal with him. The guy was acting like he had a screw loose today. "Wei Zhao, come on. Sure, we've had our misunderstandings before, but none of them are the kind that can't be cleared up!" Zhong Yongliang's words left Wei Zhao frozen in place.
Misunderstandings? Wei Zhao studied Zhong Yongliang with interest. What was wrong with this guy today? Earlier he had been grinning like a lunatic, and now he wanted to talk about misunderstandings? Had he heard that right? Had the man actually lost his mind, or was there some other motive behind this?
"Misunderstandings? Zhong Yongliang, you know better than I do whether what's between us is a misunderstanding. Black Panther is already locked up—how exactly is that going to be cleared up?" Yang Zhao looked at Zhong Yongliang with a half-smile. "Oh, right, I almost forgot—Black Panther seems to have gotten out. You'd better watch your back. Don't let him come looking for trouble with you."
"Ha, Wei Zhao, you really are a joker. What does Brother Black Panther have to do with me? Haha..." Zhong Yongliang let out two dry laughs.
"All right, if you've got business, then get to it. I don't have time to shoot the breeze with you." Wei Zhao frowned. Why did this guy feel so strange?
"Actually, I do have something important to tell you..." Zhong Yongliang lowered his voice. "This is very important. It concerns someone close to you..."
"What is it?" Wei Zhao was getting impatient. Zhong Yongliang was being all cryptic, and it was impossible to tell what he was actually trying to say. But there was no way Wei Zhao would believe a word of what this guy had said before—most of it was lying nonsense.
"I can't say it now... How about this: tonight, I'll treat you to dinner, and then I'll tell you everything in detail!" Zhong Yongliang said. "Of course, if you really don't want to know, you don't have to come. I'm genuinely just trying to help."
Help? Wei Zhao was no fool. From Zhong Yongliang's contradictory words, he could tell this guy was absolutely trying to string him along.
But string him along for what? And why invite him to dinner? What could Zhong Yongliang possibly have that concerned someone close to Wei Zhao?
"Trying to help? If you're really trying to help, then say it now," Wei Zhao said flatly.
"Wei Zhao, you have to understand, coming to tell you this puts me under enormous pressure. It involves another person. I'm going behind his back to inform on him, and I've already struggled a great deal with this in my heart!" Zhong Yongliang said, his face full of worry. "If he finds out I tipped you off, he definitely won't let me off the hook!"
"Inform on him?" Wei Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly and studied the Zhong Yongliang before him, trying to read something from his face, but Zhong Yongliang still wore that same terrified, trembling look.
To play this scene well, Zhong Yongliang had really gone all out. He had planned it for a long time at the classroom door before coming over to carry it out, so naturally he could not let Wei Zhao see through him so easily.
But Wei Zhao had long since determined that this guy definitely had ulterior motives, so there was something wrong here—absolutely something wrong!