Chapter 1989 — Doubts About Their Origins
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"The people in the car?" Wei Zhao was rather surprised. Could these men be after Xu Shilan, to kidnap her? It looked as though they were not targeting him — otherwise, however crazed an enemy might be, he could not possibly send three gun-toting ordinary men to point guns at an Earth rank expert. Unless he was insane.
"Enough talk — do it now!" one of the black-clad men barked.
"You're here for Xu Shilan? Who sent you? Tell me, and I won't kill you," Wei Zhao said mildly, looking at the black-clad man who had spoken.
"Ha? Kid, you're going to kill us?" The man thought he had misheard, and burst out laughing: "You mean you can kill us? Is that it?"
"Yes. Since you've missed your chance, there's no need to say anything more." Wei Zhao's hand flicked, and a silver needle shot out, burying itself in the black-clad man's chest; the man did not even manage a grunt before he fell to the ground.
Wei Zhao did not even need true qi to finish off this black-clad man, because he was merely an ordinary person — at most a cultivator who had just crossed the threshold of martial arts, not even a Yellow rank expert.
The remaining two both drew in a sharp breath. They had not expected this man before them to strike the instant he spoke, without leaving the slightest room; and the most terrifying part was that neither of them had seen clearly, or had any idea, how Wei Zhao had killed the black-clad man who had spoken.
"Hiss... you... who are you?" one of the two remaining black-clad men asked.
"Your turn. Who sent you?" Wei Zhao asked.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" the black-clad man asked, somewhat tense.
"You've outlived your usefulness too." Wei Zhao flicked his wrist, and the second black-clad man fell to the ground as well.
"You... you, you, you, you..." The third black-clad man was stunned; to this moment he still did not know how his two companions had died, so he stammered instinctively, and after saying "you" several times he hurriedly looked toward the Audi A6 beside him and cried: "Brother Sanlei, this one's a tough nut — save me, quick..."
In fact, even before the third black-clad man opened his mouth, the man in the last Audi A6 could no longer sit still; he pushed the door open and stepped out.
"Who sent you? My patience is limited," Wei Zhao said mildly.
Wei Zhao was not afraid of trouble, but it was obvious that this was the airport expressway, crowded with traffic coming and going. He feared that if this dragged on, Xu Shilan's identity would be exposed, which would be bad for her; so he wanted to settle it quickly.