Chapter 770 — The Building Collapsed Again
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"By my reckoning, the time should be about right. The timed bomb in Wei Zhao's car ought to be going off any second now, shouldn't it?" Zhang Yuzhou said, glancing at his watch.
"Yes. Cihua, go turn on the TV. I expect the news will be reporting it soon enough," Zhao Qibing ordered Li Cihua.
"Yes, Young Master Bing!" Li Cihua turned to switch on the television, but just at that moment his phone rang.
Li Cihua pulled it out instinctively and took a look. It was Wei Zhao calling. He hesitated a moment, then pressed the answer button anyway. He had no idea what Wei Zhao could want at a time like this, but the thought of hearing the instant Wei Zhao was blown to bits over the phone was a pleasant one.
"Hello? Wei Zhao, what is it?" Li Cihua asked, feigning indifference.
"Cihua, old pal? Something's just come up that I need to take care of, so I'm leaving the car parked at your place for now. If anything happens to it, I'll be looking to you lot for compensation!" That was all Wei Zhao said before hanging up outright.
"Hello? What do you mean? What are you talking about? ... Gah?" Li Cihua suddenly let out a cry of alarm, his eyes fixed straight on the monitor screen, his whole body frozen on the spot as though struck by a paralysis spell.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Qibing, startled by Li Cihua's sudden "Gah!", snapped at him in annoyance.
"Young Master Bing, Young Master Bing, bad news, bad news — he's back, he's back!" Only then, jolted by Zhao Qibing's scolding, did Li Cihua snap out of his shock. Pointing a trembling finger at the monitor screen, he cried out in alarm: "He's back!"
"What's back?" Zhao Qibing was taken aback.
"Wei Zhao! Wei Zhao is back!" Li Cihua said urgently. "Wei Zhao has driven the car back into the underground parking garage!"
"What? What did you say?" Zhao Qibing was thrown into a panic at Li Cihua's words. He whipped his head around to look at the monitor screen and was instantly struck dumb! There, in the underground parking garage of Qibing Tower, Wei Zhao's beat-up old van had appeared once again! "Quick, get that car out of there!"
"We don't have the keys! Even if we pushed it out now, there'd be no time — less than five minutes before the bomb goes off!" Zhang Yuzhou had seen the scene on the monitor too. Trembling all over, he pointed at his watch and said, "Young Master Bing, we'd better run for our lives!"
"Then go take the bomb off and throw it away!" Young Master Bing was badly startled and hastily gave the order.
"Young Master Bing, there's no time, and besides — who'd dare go near it?" Li Cihua paused to think, and managed to stay fairly calm. "Even going down by elevator will take us at least two minutes. We should just run for it!"
"Damn it all — then get me downstairs right now! Wei Zhao, you son of a bitch! You double-crossing bastard!" Young Master Bing's eyes were bloodshot; he was about to burst with rage!
Li Cihua did not dare linger either. He pushed Young Master Bing straight into the elevator, with Su Jiaonang and Zhang Yuzhou following behind. The moment the four of them stepped out of the elevator, they bolted frantically out of the building. Zhao Qibing no longer cared how badly the wheelchair jolted — all the way he kept urging them on: "Faster, faster, faster! Hurry!"
Stumbling and scrambling, the four of them finally made it out of the building. They had just reached the far side of the street when they heard a tremendous "boom," followed by the rumbling roar of the tower coming down. In an instant, the grand, imposing, brand-new Qibing Tower was reduced to a heap of rubble!
Watching his newly built tower collapse just like that, Zhao Qibing was left with no tears to cry.