Chapter 228 — You Dare Hit Me
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"If I've guessed right, you and Zou Ruoming joined forces to deal with me, didn't you? You found someone and had him lie in wait at the place where Zou Ruoming plans to commit his crime, then came to me pretending to be sincere, tipping me off—when in truth you mean to lure me there and take your revenge on me. That's right, isn't it?"
"And the man lying in wait for me—let me think—must be Black Panther, right? Otherwise it's too much of a coincidence: he escaped yesterday, and today you're already scheming against me. Only a fool like Black Panther would help you take revenge on me. He must hate me for sending him to prison, right?"
"Hmph, so what if you guessed right?" Zhong Yongliang sneered. "Go on, waste your breath here, waste your time. By then Tang Zhi will have been screwed to death. Haha, hit me, then—if you've got time to hit me, go ahead, hit me all you like. It's your time you're wasting, after all."
"Bang—" Another punch.
"Have you... have you lost your mind?" Zhong Yongliang stared at Wei Zhao in disbelief. "You... you still have time to hit me?"
"You kept checking your phone, which proves there is a secret signal between you and Black Panther. Once he settles things on his end, he will notify you by text or some other means." Wei Zhao curled his lip and looked at Zhong Yongliang with pity. "But you still have not received a text, which means Black Panther has not succeeded yet, so you need not go around making alarmist threats."
"..." Zhong Yongliang drew a deep breath and clenched his fists. He felt utterly pathetic, toyed with by Wei Zhao like this. Wei Zhao had actually guessed every one of his thoughts and plans, and that gave Zhong Yongliang an urge to fly into a rage.
He wished Wei Zhao would drop dead right then and there, but in the end Zhong Yongliang still unclenched his fists. He who cannot bear a small grievance ruins the grand plan; in any case, all he had to do was lure Wei Zhao to Brother Black Panther's place, and Brother Black Panther would finish Wei Zhao off. Then his revenge would be complete.
At that thought, Zhong Yongliang swallowed his humiliation and said, "Fine, even if you guessed right, I will not waste words with you. Come with me—Brother Black Panther is waiting for you at the unfinished building on Honghua Road in the North District."
"Had you been this obedient sooner, you would have saved yourself a beating." Wei Zhao patted the back of Zhong Yongliang's head. "Do less of this foolishness from now on."
"Hoo..." Zhong Yongliang gritted his teeth. Endure. Keep enduring. This old man will turn into a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle first and let you strut for a while; soon enough you will learn what tragedy means. You still think Brother Black Panther is the Brother Black Panther of old?
Hahaha—at the thought of Wei Zhao's stunned expression upon seeing Brother Black Panther, whose strength had soared, a wave of comfort washed through Zhong Yongliang's heart, and his earlier displeasure and the pain on his face were cast to the back of his mind.
In the corridor of the Liangbai Grand Hotel, the waiters looked at Zhong Yongliang, his face like a pig's head and covered in blood, with a mixture of curiosity and fear. None dared step forward to ask, but each of them wondered privately what had happened to Young Master Zhong today.
"Young Master Zhong, what happened to you...?" The lobby manager on the first floor, one of Zhong Fabai's trusted men, hurried forward to inquire at the sight of Zhong Yongliang.
"None of your business." Zhong Yongliang waved his hand, signaling him not to stick his nose in.