Chapter 1677 — The Message Was Wrong
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Of course, if it were merely a matter of very ordinary inner arts, Bingtang could have dug out a few volumes—but there was nothing remotely remarkable in any of them, and she doubted Wei Zhao would think much of them either. This time, a suitable inner art had to be found; they could not simply grab some random thing to make up the numbers.
"All right, I will wait for you at the Ice Palace!" Feng Xiaoxiao threw her arms around Wei Zhao, rose on tiptoe to plant a light kiss on his cheek, then quickly released him. A little embarrassed, she said to Tang Zhi, "Don't be jealous, Sister Tang Zhi. I am kissing him now because who knows how long it will be before I get another chance—and by then, the two of you will likely be even more intimate than this!"
Bold as Feng Xiaoxiao was, with Tang Zhi standing right there she could not help feeling a little shy.
"Of course I won't be jealous," Tang Zhi said with a smile. "Take good care of yourself, and don't wear yourself out."
"Don't worry, Sister Tang Zhi!" Feng Xiaoxiao nodded in reply.
Just as Wei Zhao and the others were on their way back to Songshan City, inside the Geli Fuyun Bar, Zhao Qibing was waiting for good news from the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect.
"I wonder whether this Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect is reliable at all. It has been so long and still no word has come—have they dealt with Wei Zhao or not?" Every day Zhao Qibing waited for news, and every day he was met with disappointment.
"Young Master Bing, the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect may be a domineering lot, but their strength is not to be underestimated. If they sent three or four top-tier late Mystic-rank fighters, they should be able to handle Wei Zhao with ease," said Chief Zhu.
At this moment, word of what had happened with the hidden Tang family had not spread, for Chief Tang had issued a gag order: every guest present would keep the events of the birthday banquet to themselves. It was only natural, then, that the other hidden families had received no news.
"Forget it, let us set that aside for now. Cihua, how have business matters been lately?" Zhao Qibing had spent ten million to have Wei Zhao killed. It was not a vast sum, but to a man desperate to earn more merit for the Zhao family, money spent was money not earned.
"The new Qibing Tower is nearly complete, and the shantytown redevelopment is underway," Li Cihua said. "This time I chose to rebuild Qibing Tower in the shantytown. As for the plot where the old tower stood, I plan to sell it off for cash or redevelop it into a shopping mall."
"Oh? Why rebuild in the shantytown?" Zhao Qibing asked, slightly taken aback.
"That old site... the tower collapsed twice in a row, which is a bit unlucky, so I took it upon myself to build in the shantytown. That way it can proceed alongside the redevelopment work, which is more convenient..." Li Cihua said. "Didn't you say, Young Master Bing, that I could make my own decisions on business matters and needn't bother you? I figured this was no great matter, so I went ahead and decided."
"Oh, so that's how it is. It was never a big deal to begin with!" Zhao Qibing nodded. "A change of location is for the best. That old place—I feel sick at heart every time I see it, reminded of the shame of my broken leg and the two collapses. A new site is just the thing for a fresh start!"
"Understood. But as for the orphanage, that matter is still unsettled. The old director is stubborn as a mule and hard as stone. We tried frightening her once before, and there was no reaction at all!" Li Cihua said. "Then afterward we had one mishap after another here—the Medicine King and Uncle Zhu were both injured—so we stopped making trouble for them. What do you think, Young Master Bing...?"