Chapter 1071 — Hatred to the Bone
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"Mm... right, I shot down their helicopter just now. Have someone clean it up. I expect everyone aboard fell to their deaths," Wei Zhao said.
"Gah?" Feng Tianlong's eyes went wide when he heard this.
Wei Zhao had shot down a helicopter? How on earth had he done it? Wei Zhao should not be carrying a gun, should he? And even if he were, could an ordinary pistol bring down an aircraft? What kind of joke was this?
"You... how did you do it?" Feng Tianlong was aghast. "What did you use to shoot it down?"
"The guardrail on the winding mountain road," Wei Zhao said mildly.
"This..." Feng Tianlong could scarcely believe it was real, but he also knew that Wei Zhao could not be lying to him about such a matter, so he had no choice but to believe him. Now was not the time for doubt. He said swiftly, "Wei Zhao, keep Xiaoxiao safe. I'll be there at once."
"Heh. All right." Wei Zhao nodded.
The bald man in sunglasses now hated Wei Zhao to the bone! The helicopter — Wei Zhao had actually shot it down? And with a guardrail off the mountain road? Was this even human?
"Let me go, or the Red Conch will never let you off!" Now that the bald man in sunglasses knew Wei Zhao's strength, he abandoned any thought of meeting him head-on. He had originally meant to bide his time, seize control of Feng Xiaoxiao, and use her to threaten Wei Zhao and Feng Tianlong; but when he heard that Wei Zhao had brought the helicopter down with his bare hands, the bald man in sunglasses resolutely dropped that plan!
That would have been no different from courting death. In front of Wei Zhao he abandoned every little trick and scheme, and merely negotiated with him in a tone of threat.
"Red Conch?" A contemptuous smile flickered at the corner of Wei Zhao's mouth. "I don't know what that is, but you'd best not provoke me — otherwise, watch out, or your whole clan may be wiped out."
At Wei Zhao's arrogance, the bald man in sunglasses nearly exploded with fury! The Red Conch was one of the international criminal syndicates, with immense power behind it! So what if you, Wei Zhao, are a cultivator — we have cultivators too! A frog at the bottom of a well!
And yet, toward Wei Zhao, the bald man in sunglasses truly had no temper left to lose. In his eyes, Wei Zhao was plainly a madman of a sort — shooting down an aircraft barehanded; ordinary men could never do such a thing!
When words fail, half a sentence is too many. The bald man in sunglasses counted himself beaten this time, and offered no more pointless resistance; he would wait for Feng Tianlong's men to come and take him away!
To him, being captured was nothing. As the second-in-command of an international criminal organization, he had been caught by police all over the world — but each time he had eventually escaped; and even when he had not, the local police, cowed by the Red Conch's reign of terror, had been forced to release him!
So he was confident that after falling into Feng Tianlong's hands, he would regain his freedom once more!
As long as he was not shot dead on the spot, there would be no problem at all. While there's life, there's hope!