Chapter 890 — Learn to Take Care of Yourself
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A higher level... higher... Suddenly, a possibility flashed through Wei Zhao's mind... Wait!
Wei Zhao burst out laughing. He looked at Ma Zhu, and his smile was faintly unsettling. He was not getting out of this alive today, so if he had to die, he would drag someone down with him to keep him company in the grave!
"Yaoyao, Xiaoshu..." Wei Zhao turned his head and looked at Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu.
"Hm?" Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu noticed that there was something strange about Wei Zhao's smile, and they had no idea what he was about to do.
"From now on, you have to learn to take good care of yourselves..." Wei Zhao said with a smile.
"?" Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu were taken aback. They could not understand why Wei Zhao would suddenly blurt out such a thing at a time like this.
But Wei Zhao offered no explanation. The next moment, he raised his head and looked at Ma Zhu. How laughable — he had been searching all this time for a flaw in Ma Zhu and had never found one, yet in the end Ma Zhu had gone and exposed his own weakness!
"What are you laughing at?" Ma Zhu was startled. Wei Zhao's smile gave him a creeping, hair-raising feeling.
"Wahahahaha, Master Ma, this kid was just settling his affairs after death!" Zhen Yingjun suddenly burst into loud laughter. He was the first to grasp the meaning of Wei Zhao's earlier words.
At Zhen Yingjun's reminder, Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu understood at once! Wei Zhao... was he settling his affairs after death?
"Wei Zhao, run! Don't worry about us, just go, hurry!" Gu Mengyao shouted at Wei Zhao, nearly out of her mind...
But Wei Zhao turned a deaf ear. A strange smile hung on his face, and his hands were held in a most peculiar pose.
Tears had already blurred Gu Mengyao's eyes. She had never imagined that Wei Zhao would go to his death for her sake and Xiaoshu's! At the top of her voice, the young miss howled at Wei Zhao: "You idiot! For thirty thousand yuan you go and throw your life away! No wonder Zhen Yingjun calls you a fool — you great big fool!"
Shen Yushu clutched Gu Mengyao's hand tightly and said nothing. Carefree and loud as she usually was, at this moment her heart was consumed with anxiety.
"Hmph, seems you have a bit of resolve after all, boy!" Ma Zhu laughed. "You can go ahead and die in peace. As for those two little girls, we won't touch them. We'll let them leave safely."
Wei Zhao did not speak. His hands still held that strange pose, and no one knew what he was doing.
"What? What is this supposed to mean? Still hoping to make one last heroic flourish before you die?" Ma Zhu eyed Wei Zhao with some puzzlement, though a thread of impatience ran through his words. Wei Zhao had exhausted every last ounce of his patience! He could not wait to kill Wei Zhao the very next moment.
"Heh. If I die, I may as well die in style. I am about to make my move." The smile on Wei Zhao's face slowly faded, and he began to walk toward Ma Zhu, one step at a time.
"Make your move? Haha, fine, if you want to make a move, then by all means!" Ma Zhu was not afraid of Wei Zhao making a move. As an expert at the eighth layer of the Golden Bell Shield, he did not regard Wei Zhao as worthy of his attention at all.
"Heh..." Wei Zhao's movements abruptly quickened, and his whole body charged at Ma Zhu — except that his hands still kept to that strange pose from before.
A trace of mockery flickered at the corner of Ma Zhu's mouth. "Been playing too much Street Fighter, have you? Though I have to say, this move of yours does look rather flashy for a dying man..."
As he spoke, Ma Zhu swung out his right fist, ready to receive Wei Zhao's "strange move."
"Flashy... perhaps. But something even flashier is yet to come!" A trace of resolve flickered at the corner of Wei Zhao's mouth. His hands suddenly pressed together palm to palm, then thrust outward — rather like the way one unleashes a move in Street Fighter.