Chapter 1483 — A Slap in the Face
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"Ha, I thank Brother Zhao for his concern. I'm quite all right." Wei Zhao smiled and nodded to him. Toward this Zhao Qilei he bore no great ill will; the man was slippery, true enough, but easier to get along with than Zhao Qibing, and by instinct he judged that Zhao Qilei and Zhao Qibing stood as rivals — much as Yu Bing and Yu Shan did.
"Quite all right? Crippled, more like, and about to take his leave of my big brother, I'd say." Yu Shan spoke in that sneering, insidious way. "Though my big brother's luck is foul enough — he has no sooner found himself an ally than the man turns into a good-for-nothing. How tragic, how tragic!"
Yu Shan had once been rather restrained; but having suddenly taken Feng Nitian as his leader, he had swollen with self-importance, and had begun to do a few heaven-defying things himself.
With a click, the door beside Wei Zhao was pushed open, and Yu Bing glared furiously at Yu Shan. "Yu Shan, what did you say! Say it again!"
"Oh? What? Am I wrong? Did I tread on your sore spot, big brother? Couldn't help but leap out, could you?" Yu Shan said, curling his lip and eyeing Yu Bing with mockery.
"Yu Shan, you grow more ill-mannered by the day." Yu Bing was beside himself with rage, glaring at Yu Shan. "You set yourself against me at every turn, and I have endured it. But you should not make a joke of another man's suffering!"
"And what the hell are you?" Hearing Yu Bing prattle on, Feng Nitian at once grew impatient. He had been on his way out to eat and was being held up here, which naturally put him in a foul mood.
"And who are you? This is a matter of the Yu family — it is not for you to cut in!" Yu Bing had not expected that Yu Shan would have someone to speak up for him.
"Not for me?" Feng Nitian suddenly raised both hands, in an instant forming a strange hand seal in the air, then gave a cold laugh. "Ignorant little trash. If I wished to kill you, it would be easier than turning my palm."
With that, Feng Nitian stretched out his right hand and swung it hard. With a crisp crack, a ringing slap landed on Yu Bing's face; then, backhanding it again, crack — another slap landed on the other side of Yu Bing's face.
And Yu Bing stood there without moving, taking the blows from Feng Nitian as though waiting to be struck, offering not the slightest resistance.
Though Wei Zhao stood some distance off, he could still see Yu Bing's expression clearly. It was filled with fury, yet he did not stir and did not strike back, which astonished Wei Zhao greatly.
Yu Bing was in no way a coward. Yesterday, when Zhang Naipao had been so fearsome, Yu Bing had been ready to stand up for him in his wrath, and had been stopped only by a look from Wei Zhao. Today, with someone slapping his face in public, he showed no reaction at all. What on earth was going on?
After the two slaps, Feng Nitian patted his hands indifferently and said to Zhao Qilei, Zhao Qiwu and Yu Shan beside him, "Let's go. I'm starving. Listening to this trash drone on and on is truly tiresome."
Wei Zhao hesitated, and did not step in to stop him, for he could not be certain of Yu Bing's intent. Why had Yu Bing chosen to swallow it? Was there something in this that he did not know? Since even Yu Bing had held himself back, Wei Zhao would certainly not act rashly.