Chapter 739 — Give Me Back My Silver Needle
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So with a "bang", he kicked the door of the private room — and he'd put his full strength into that kick! But who'd have known the door of this little restaurant was flimsy to begin with, couldn't take a kick, and wasn't even locked! With too much force behind it, he went flying straight into the room, landing face-down on the floor with a "thud", sprawled out flat on all fours!
Li Cihua was so furious his teeth itched. Truly a hopeless case — we're here to wreck the place, and the moment you're through the door you're kowtowing to them. What the hell is this?
There was nothing for it — Li Cihua could only lift his foot and follow him into the private room. He couldn't let their momentum weaken!
baldy President Wu's sudden tumble inside made Wei Zhao and the others freeze for a moment. Was this fellow deranged?
And Li Cihua — the moment he entered, he was about to put on a show and start barking orders — but then he saw Wei Zhao in the private room, and with a "gah" he froze on the spot!
Naturally, Baldy President Wu had not caught the look on Li Cihua's face. He was still eating dirt, and having finally scrambled to his feet, he jabbed a finger at Wei Zhao and bellowed, "Brother Cihua, it's this punk! He's the one who kicked my car, and he doesn't give a damn about you!"
Cold sweat broke out down Li Cihua's back. Wei Zhao? How could his luck be this rotten? He had only meant to stand up for one of his men, and he had to run into Wei Zhao?! Didn't give a damn about me? Not only does he not give a damn about me, he doesn't give a damn about Young Master Bing either!
But what can I possibly do to him?
Li Cihua felt a little awkward, unsure what to say. He had meant to claim he'd walked into the wrong private room and lead his men out, but Baldy Wu had gone and spilled everything, leaving him no way to smooth things over.
"Wei Zhao..." Li Cihua said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Brother Cihua, did you come to bring me back my silver needles?" Wei Zhao glanced at Li Cihua and said coolly, "Your brother's needles have been pulled out by now, haven't they? Hurry up and give them back — that stuff is actually pretty expensive!"
"..." Li Cihua's expression turned magnificent in an instant. He still wants the needles back? Isn't this going too far? How much can a box of silver needles possibly be worth? Yet he truly did not dare flare up outright! Wei Zhao's strength spoke for itself, and beyond that, Wei Zhao was a violence-loving maniac who feared neither heaven nor earth — he'd dare beat even Young Master Bing, let alone the likes of Li Cihua!
Li Cihua had no desire to be beaten into a cripple by Wei Zhao! So he could only force a smile and say, "It's just a box of silver needles — you really care that much?"
"Oh, you like silver needles? How about I give you a few more?" As he spoke, Wei Zhao fished the silver needle case out of his pocket.
At the sight of the case, Li Cihua's face went ashen with fright! My God, what did that mean? Did Wei Zhao intend to stick a few more silver needles into him? That was more than Li Cihua could bear! So he said in a fluster, "No, no, I don't like them. I'll go get the needles right now and bring them to you straight away!"
Li Cihua dared not say another word. He turned and left the private room, and Su Jiaonang and the others who had come with him, seeing Li Cihua go, quickly followed him out.
Only Baldy President Wu was left standing there like a fool, frozen and at a loss! What was going on? Li Cihua had come to vent his anger for him — so how had a few words scared him off? And he was even going to fetch silver needles for this man?