Chapter 1236 — Powerless
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"I am no death-sworn soldier. Have you got the wrong man? I may not be able to do anything to you, but you have no right to demand anything of me either. Don't forget — until your second-in-command is released, you won't be setting off those explosives so easily!"
"That much you've got right." The man was entirely at ease, the look of a man certain of victory. "But I can play with your woman, can't I? If you don't do as I say, believe me, I'll start this very moment."
"You ..." Wei Zhao stared at the man with bloodshot eyes, fire all but bursting from them. "Don't push a man past bearing!"
"I'm pushing you. So what? What are you going to do about it, hmm? What can you do?" The man watched Wei Zhao with the face of a scoundrel. "If you want to die, hurry up and die. I said we were playing a suicide game — you're the one who failed to understand. Who else is there to blame? Had I known, I'd have spun out a few more pointless words for you. On the count of three, take off your shirt, stand before me, and drive the knife into your heart. Otherwise, don't blame me for touching your girlfriend."
"Mmm — mmm —" This time Feng Xiaoxiao was truly frantic. Whatever Wei Zhao's original intent, the situation had plainly slipped from its rails. The man clearly meant to put Wei Zhao to death, and if Wei Zhao really did as he was told, what road to life could there be?
With a knife driven into the heart, how could a man live? How could Feng Xiaoxiao stand by and watch Wei Zhao do such a foolish thing?
Yet she could not utter a single word; only meaningless muffled sounds would come.
Wei Zhao drew a deep breath, lifted his head to the man, and asked with a grave expression, "If I do as you say, will you let Xiaoxiao go? Not touch her?"
"I will. I may not be a good man, but my credit is sound enough." The man nodded.
"If Uncle Feng releases your second-in-command on his end, will you let Xiaoxiao go, let her leave unharmed?" Wei Zhao asked.
"Naturally." The man said, "If your people truly release the second-in-command, then the moment he is out of danger he will contact me, and I will release Xiaoxiao. Rest assured — we may be a terrorist organization, but we do keep our word. Yes is yes, no is no."
"Good. In that case, I accept your terms." Wei Zhao drew a deep breath, cast Feng Xiaoxiao a glance of tragic resolve, and a bleak smile crossed the corner of his mouth. "Xiaoxiao, take care of yourself."
"Mmm — mmm —" Feng Xiaoxiao grew frantic, struggling with all her strength to work the towel out of her mouth — but how could that be something she could spit out by her own effort?
Wei Zhao smiled and nodded to Feng Xiaoxiao, then began to undo the buttons of his shirt. "The shirt has to come off? Can't it go in through the cloth?"
"Take it off! I have to see the position of the heart clearly." The man plainly did not trust Wei Zhao, afraid he might play some trick.
Wei Zhao said no more, but went on unbuttoning, until the last button came loose. He pulled off the shirt, baring powerful, well-built arms.
"Well, well — I hadn't noticed. Quite the muscles on you. Looks as though I guessed right: you really are police, or one of the Mysterious Investigation Bureau." The man sounded rather pleased with himself. "How could an ordinary man have pectorals and abs like that?"
"Hmph." Wei Zhao gave a noncommittal grunt, said nothing further, and tossed the shirt onto the ground.
"Good. You seem obedient enough. Now pick up the long knife in front of you and settle it yourself." The man nodded in satisfaction.
Wei Zhao said nothing either, but silently picked up the long knife from the ground and held it in his hand, as though examining how sharp it was.
"Come closer. Kill yourself in front of me." The man ordered.
Holding the long knife, Wei Zhao obediently stepped closer.
"That will do. Now raise the knife and drive it into your own heart." The man commanded.