Chapter 1860 — The Overbearing Wei Zhao
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"Overbearing? When he had someone run Uncle Chu down, did he think that was overbearing?" As he spoke, Wei Zhao set to work inflicting injuries on An Jiande's body—injuries of a kind that likely only Wei Zhao himself could undo; otherwise, even if An Jiande were pulled back from the brink, he would be nothing but a vegetable.
Watching the bloody spectacle before him, An Liwen's face twitched several times.
He had always thought himself ruthless enough, cruel and vicious to the bone; but now, watching Wei Zhao stamp on a man with a face utterly devoid of expression, An Liwen understood—Wei Zhao was the real devil. That is, provided you had provoked him; otherwise the fellow seemed almost harmless.
"All of Gu Pengzhan's holdings, plus a billion." An Liwen named his terms.
He knew full well he could never escape Wei Zhao's palm. Three Earth-rank experts had failed to escape—what chance did he have? So An Liwen wasted no words and named his price for keeping his life.
"Is a billion a lot?" Wei Zhao dropped An Jiande—his life now uncertain, his body no longer recognizably human—and turned to look at An Liwen.
"I had no part in the business of running Uncle Chu down. Afterward I even gave Yaoyao a hundred thousand to help ease the burden of her medical costs." An Liwen said, "The terms I just offered—plus two billion more!"
"Fine. Hand the things over." Wei Zhao nodded, his face expressionless.
An Mingyue sighed and turned to go upstairs; all the documents were in the safe. But he did not dare to flee—if he ran, then An Liwen, An Mingri and An Jiande would likely never leave this room alive.
Amiable as Wei Zhao might appear, the sight of him reducing An Jiande to a half-man, half-ghost in the middle of a pleasant conversation made it plain that today's rumor—one move annihilating three Earth-rank experts—was no lie.
An Mingyue brought down the transfer documents and the share certificates, signed each one in turn, and handed them to Wei Zhao.
Then he made a phone call and transferred two billion into Wei Zhao's account. Wealthy as An Liwen might be, parting with two billion would badly sap the An family's strength.
The earlier claim that those funds had been borrowed from Gu Pengzhan had been pure fiction—they had never existed at all. So this time the An family had gained nothing whatsoever; instead they had sunk two billion into the affair.
"You have everything now. Will you let us go?" An Liwen asked.
"The things were mine to begin with. Did I ever say I would let you go?" Wei Zhao asked mildly.
"You—" An Liwen's face flushed crimson, furious at Wei Zhao's words.
Wei Zhao was about to say something when his brow furrowed—for in that instant he sensed a powerful aura closing fast on the villa!
Peak late Earth-rank strength!
A foe, not a friend. Wei Zhao needed no great thought to guess that an expert of that caliber appearing here at this moment could mean no good.
The next moment, a man in black appeared in the An family's living room. He swept his gaze over everyone present, scarcely sparing a glance for An Jiande lying on the floor like a dead dog, and fixed his eyes on Wei Zhao.
"You are Wei Zhao, I take it?" the man in black asked, looking at him.
"And you are?" Wei Zhao drew a deep breath; he had not expected to meet such an expert here.
"My name you need not know. You need only know that I come on the orders of the Fire Wolf Gang's branch chief to protect An Liwen and his family. That is enough." The man in black made no effort to conceal his strength; his peak late Earth-rank power was on full display.
"Heh..." Wei Zhao was startled inwardly, but only smiled faintly. He had not circulated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, and no aura emanated from him at all.
This, of course, was deliberate. Were he to reveal his early Earth-rank strength now, the other man would only grow more overbearing.