Chapter 838 — The Prophecy Shu Appears Again
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"Ah—!" the old woman let out a startled cry and stared at Zhen Yingjun in some terror, yet did not dare talk back. She took him for a thug; after all, she had run into unreasonable people like this before.
She could only swallow her anger, shoot Zhen Yingjun a resentful glance, lower her head, and, shuffling along unsteadily, painfully bend down to gather the mineral water bottles and drink bottles scattered on the ground.
"Damn it, what rotten luck!" Zhen Yingjun casually tossed his own drink bottle down in front of the old woman and said viciously, "Here! For you, trash picker!"
Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, together with Wei Zhao, had just stepped out of the billiard hall and saw this scene from afar. The young lady frowned; she thought Zhen Yingjun truly vile—how could he treat a frail old woman like that?
But before the young lady could speak, Shen Yushu was already indignant: "Hey, how can you be so rotten? Have you no sense of decency? How can you treat this granny like that? Can't you see her legs are bad, that she's disabled?"
"None of your business!" Zhen Yingjun flared up even more, thinking to himself that this little girl was sticking her nose into far too much. He had kicked the old woman—what did that have to do with her?
"Won't you be old and feeble someday too? Can you guarantee you'll never be disabled? If you were disabled and others treated you this way, would you feel good about it?" Shen Yushu gave a cold snort.
Only then did Wei Zhao discover that Shen Yushu had such a warmhearted, chivalrous side; she and the young lady were, in truth, both good people.
"Hmph, my family has money to spare—why would I ever go out picking trash? Besides, I'm perfectly healthy—how could I possibly become disabled? That makes no sense at all!" Zhen Yingjun said with disdain.
"Lots of things make no sense. Before today, had you ever seen a bouncy ball? Before me, the peerless, invincible beauty Shu, nothing is impossible!" Shen Yushu blinked and said, "Maybe in a little while you'll turn just like that granny, and her illness will have moved onto you! Isn't that so, Arrow Brand Bro?"
"You psycho!" How could Zhen Yingjun believe such nonsense from Shen Yushu? He gave an annoyed huff and turned to leave.
"Wait, why is your back dirty?" Wei Zhao stepped over and casually patted Zhen Yingjun. Under the sunlight, a dazzling glint flashed across Wei Zhao's hand, gone in an instant—the effect of a silver needle catching the sun.
"What do you mean by that?" Zhen Yingjun was startled. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, I was mistaken—it's this granny who's dirty." Wei Zhao paid him no more mind, turned, and walked over to the old scavenger. The silver needle made a few seemingly casual jabs at the old woman's body, then was withdrawn.
All of this happened in an instant. Zhen Yingjun did not take it seriously at all, but Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu were slightly taken aback.
Because they had seen the silver needle in Wei Zhao's hand! Shen Yushu's earlier words had been prompted by the thought that Wei Zhao was a doctor; she had wanted to see whether Wei Zhao might have some way to punish Zhen Yingjun. She figured that if Wei Zhao could cure even General Wei Wu's grave injuries, he surely had some means to deal with Zhen Yingjun.
"You psycho..." Zhen Yingjun had barely finished grumbling when he suddenly realized his own mouth had gone crooked! What was going on? In alarm he reached up to touch his mouth, but was stunned to find that, for some unknown reason, the corner of his mouth had drawn over to one side—and it would not obey him, for he had lost all feeling in it! It was as though this mouth were not his own...
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" Zhen Yingjun cried out indistinctly, his words slurred because of his crooked mouth.
Meanwhile, the old woman suddenly discovered that her leg seemed to have healed all at once—she was no longer lame! She was astonished. "My leg, how did my leg suddenly get better?"