Chapter 243 — Bizarre Conditions
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Sun Jingyan let out an instinctive scream. She had brought Wei Zhao here to discuss serious business, never expecting to run into a pack of small-time thugs. If Wei Zhao got hurt, if his head were cracked open, who would be left to steal the data for her?
But it was Scarface whose head got cracked open. The beer bottle had ended up in Wei Zhao's hand—only half of it now, the other half having burst apart against Scarface's skull.
Scarface was clearly a ruthless sort himself. Even after being struck on the head by Wei Zhao, he did not cry out; instead it roused his vicious streak. He rose coldly to his feet and stared at Wei Zhao: "Which turf do you run on, brother? Don't you know everything around the North District market is under Scarface's protection? You come here looking for trouble on purpose?"
"Get lost." Wei Zhao still gave just the one word, except this time he added a gesture: he snatched up the bamboo skewer Scarface had finished eating and flung it with a sharp snap, driving it straight into the unscarred half of Scarface's face, punching clean through.
"Awooo—" Scarface let out a miserable howl. The nerves in the face are dense, and a hole punched through the cheek naturally hurts terribly. He had not made a sound when the bottle struck him, but this time Scarface truly could not hold it in, because the pain was too much!
Scarface was somewhat terrified. That bamboo skewer, so light and flimsy, and Wei Zhao had merely tossed it casually, yet it could bury itself in his flesh. Such skill was not something an ordinary man could manage.
Still, Scarface counted as a man of some spine. He cried out only when the skewer went in, then fell silent; gritting his teeth, he pulled the skewer out in one jerk and looked at Wei Zhao: "Brother, I admit I am no match for you, but a man should always leave himself some room. Don't push people too far!"
"Who's your brother? I'm an orphan! Dawdle any longer and I'll keep sticking needles in you!" Wei Zhao said offhandedly, not even lifting his head—utter contempt for Scarface.
"Mountains don't turn, but rivers do—we'll meet again!" Scarface gave a cold snort and left a parting threat: "If you've got guts, wait right here for me!"
"If you're calling people, hurry it up. I can't wait—I've got things to do after I eat. If you're not back by the time I'm done, I'm leaving." Wei Zhao was not provoked in the least; Scarface's taunts were useless on him.
Scarface's expression shifted. He beckoned to his three remaining brothers-in-arms, and they hurried away from the food stall.
"Scarface, why didn't you let a few of us go up?" asked one of Scarface's lackeys, a fellow called Purple Hair.
"The man's a tough one, probably trained in the martial arts. If you went up, you'd only get hurt!" Scarface was no fool: "Anyone who can throw a bamboo skewer into my face like that is definitely no ordinary man!"
At Scarface's words, Purple Hair and the others nodded in deep agreement: "Right, so what do we do? Just swallow this loss? How are we supposed to show our faces on the snack street after this?"
"Of course we can't just let it go! We'll go back and get Brother Guang to settle this for us!" Scarface said.
"Right, Brother Guang! Have Brother Guang bring his men and hack him to death!" Purple Hair said excitedly the moment he heard it. "Let's go find Brother Guang right now!"
When Sun Jingyan heard Wei Zhao call himself an orphan, she was rather shocked. She had not expected Wei Zhao to actually be an orphan! Of course, she did not think he was joking—no one would joke about their own origins like that.
Of course, what shocked Sun Jingyan was not only that, but also the skill Wei Zhao had just displayed! She had long known Wei Zhao's hands were quick—being able to lift the wallet off Wu Chengtian certainly required a fair turn of speed.