Chapter 1238 — Danger Defused
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By now Wei Zhao could not even be bothered to exchange words with him. He tossed the control to the ground and stamped it to powder, then with the tip of his knife neatly sliced through the ropes binding Feng Xiaoxiao's hands, feet, and body — swift and clean, without a trace of dawdling, the blade never once brushing her clothes.
"Waaah — hubby Wei Zhao, you scared me to death just now!" The instant she was free, Feng Xiaoxiao flung herself at Wei Zhao and clung to him.
"Ha ha, it's fine — I was only stringing the idiot along." Wei Zhao patted her gently on the back, consoling her.
"See, I said you weren't that stupid — you'd never really kill yourself!" Feng Xiaoxiao let out a breath of relief. "But it really was dangerous. I haven't long to live as it is; there was no need for you to risk yourself saving me."
"Even if you were already dead — even if you were a corpse — I would still bring you back. And you're not dead. Don't talk such foolishness again. Your illness is nothing; I will find a way to cure it."
Wei Zhao said.
"Mm!" Feng Xiaoxiao nodded. After this episode, her faith in Wei Zhao had only grown deeper.
Perhaps Wei Zhao really could cure her illness, after all?
"Let's go. We're heading downstairs — your father must be beside himself by now." Wei Zhao set Feng Xiaoxiao down from his arms and spoke to her.
"All right! And what about him?" Feng Xiaoxiao pointed at the man on the sofa, whose chest Wei Zhao had opened.
"Oh, isn't he a death-sworn soldier? He'll be dead soon enough," Wei Zhao said indifferently.
When he had removed the remote device, Wei Zhao had already known this man would not last long. The device had been installed near the heart meridian; once it was torn out, the heart meridian was bound to be damaged, and the man would likely die of massive bleeding before long. But there was no need for Wei Zhao to heal him. Even if his own energy cost him nothing, he would never spend it mending an enemy.
The man's life or death had nothing to do with Wei Zhao, and Wei Zhao felt not the slightest shred of pity.
"Oh — then bye-bye! Next life, don't be a death-sworn soldier, all right? You're really scary!" Feng Xiaoxiao waved a hand at the man.
The man rolled his eyes and closed them. He knew, and he sensed it too, that his life was nearing its end. In that moment he felt a dread such as he had never known — a feeling he had never once experienced since he was small, since the day he had been raised as a death-sworn soldier.
With regret and unwillingness, the man closed his eyes.
Wei Zhao led Feng Xiaoxiao downstairs without so much as a backward glance at the man. This person was nothing more than a passerby in Wei Zhao's life; when he fell before Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao did not even spare him a single extra word.
When Wei Zhao, holding Feng Xiaoxiao's hand, slowly walked out the ground-floor door of the high-rise, the police and the agents of the mysterious investigation bureau waiting at a distance were struck dumb!
Wei Zhao had actually, in the midst of such peril, truly rescued Feng Xiaoxiao — and with such composure, without a hint of panic, walking step by step out of the high-rise as steady as could be!
What did that mean? It meant Wei Zhao had completely eliminated the danger, and had no fear at all that the explosives would blow! But wasn't the explosives' remote control integrated with the Red Conch death-sworn soldier?