Chapter 644 — Wei Zhao Collapses: "Really?" He Looked Somewhat Incredulous: "There's Nothing Wrong with the Glasses, Is There?"
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"That can't be right — isn't this just the Lafite we drank yesterday? How could it go to your head?" The moment An Liwen saw Wei Zhao's state, he knew the drug had taken effect, and he could barely contain his delight. Outwardly, however, he put on an air of puzzled concern.
In that instant, An Liwen very much wanted to point right at Wei Zhao and crow: you with your sly little schemes, you with your attempts to steal Gu Mengyao from me — I'm going to cut out your kidneys, let's see you fight me now! But An Liwen did not dare. He knew what Wei Zhao was capable of — at least at the level of a Yellow-tier master — and he feared that in the instant before losing consciousness Wei Zhao might suddenly lash out and land a blow on him. That would be a terrible trade.
"But I really am getting dizzy..." Before he had even finished speaking, Wei Zhao collapsed face-down on the table.
Wei Zhao was well versed in pharmacology and knew the symptoms of poisoning by a sleeping draught inside and out, so when he put on the act now, it left An Liwen not the slightest flaw to seize upon. Moreover, since An Liwen had administered the drug himself, he had not the faintest suspicion that Wei Zhao was feigning unconsciousness.
The moment he saw Wei Zhao had passed out, An Liwen was overjoyed. He snatched up his phone and dialed the number of the tattooed man who had been standing watch outside the private room.
"Come in. He's out cold — help me carry him out!" That one instruction was all An Liwen gave before hanging up.
Moments later, the tattooed man pushed open the door and stepped into the private room. "Brother Wen, is it done?"
"Mm, it's done. Help me get him out." An Liwen rose to his feet and pointed at Wei Zhao, who lay slumped across the table.
The tattooed man nodded, and he and An Liwen each took one of Wei Zhao's arms, hauling him out of the private room between them.
Though the hotel was crowded with guests and waiters coming and going, no one paid any attention to An Liwen and the tattooed man. After all, drunks were everywhere in a place like this — some carried out by friends, some dragged, some slung over a shoulder; nobody cared whether Wei Zhao had passed out or simply drunk himself senseless.
"Wei Zhao, bet you didn't see this coming, did you? You think you can cross me? Let's see how you like losing a kidney!" Once they were in the car, An Liwen turned and glared viciously at Wei Zhao sprawled across the back seat.
"Brother Wen, are we sure there won't be any trouble cutting out his kidney? What if he goes to the police once he finds out what we've done?" the tattooed man asked, somewhat uneasy. After all, Wei Zhao knew An Liwen; if he turned up missing a kidney, An Liwen would be the first person he suspected.
"He won't. This kid's no saint either — he's got blood on his hands. He can't go to the police," An Liwen said, unconvinced that Wei Zhao would ever report them. Li Cihua had told him that two Yellow-rank experts under his command had already fallen at Wei Zhao's hands. "Besides, if he asks, we'll just say he got drunk and we left him at the hotel. As for who cut out his kidney, he's got no evidence!"
The tattooed man nodded. Since An Liwen said there was nothing to worry about, he would not make trouble over it. He started the car and drove toward headquarters.
Wei Zhao had been awake the whole time, listening to every word between An Liwen and the tattooed man. So An Liwen really did have ties to the kidney-harvesting ring — and his plan to drag Wei Zhao off played right into Wei Zhao's hands!