Chapter 2314 — Exposed?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
His right hand shot out swift as lightning and snatched the pistol from Two-Deaf's grip; then, with a "bang," he drove the butt of the gun into Two-Deaf's forehead. Two-Deaf let out a scream and crumpled to the ground.
"This..." Hammer stared at the sudden turn of events, dazed and at a loss.
"So you're eager to make your move?" The corner of Big Feng's mouth lifted slightly as he spoke with sarcasm.
"Do you expect me to sit and wait for death while your man tries to kill me?" Wei Zhao said, clinging to one last hope. "I don't know how I've offended you, but since you don't want to do business, I've nothing more to say. The broad road lies open—each of us walks his own half. I'll trouble Big Feng to see me out."
"Heh heh..." Big Feng laughed at his words, as though watching a clown perform, and asked with keen interest, "Are you finished?"
"What exactly do you mean?" Wei Zhao frowned. This Big Feng seemed utterly certain that he was not a member of an overseas gang come here for a source of goods.
"Are you wondering just where it was you gave yourself away?" Big Feng said calmly. "Actually, from first to last, you did well—not a single flaw to speak of. Our security men here even watched the footage of you snorting white powder; your performance was watertight, you might say. But your flaw wasn't there. It was in what you said!"
"What I said?" Wei Zhao asked in return.
"What, you admit it?" Big Feng sneered.
"So what if I admit it? Don't imagine that a handful of gun-toting thugs can frighten me." Wei Zhao casually kneaded the pistol in his hand into a ball of iron and tossed it to the ground with a "bang."
"Heh heh..." Big Feng laughed again and circulated his inner arts; in an instant, the peak late-stage strength of the Mystic Rank was on full display!
"You're a cultivator?" Wei Zhao was slightly startled. He had not previously examined Big Feng's strength, for in his view, the head of a bar was unlikely to be any great hand—just as that so-called second-in-command at the Red Conch had been no great hand either!
Nor had Bald Wolf, the man who dealt the drugs, been any great hand. Thus Wei Zhao had subconsciously assumed that the Red Conch had few real fighters. What he had not expected was that a mere bar owner here should be a master of peak late-stage Mystic Rank!
"If I weren't a cultivator, could I hold this place down?" Big Feng laughed. "I don't mind telling you—my men are only for dealing with ordinary folk. Anyone with real skill, I handle myself! Young man, your strength looks decent, but it should only be Yellow Rank at best, so I advise you not to throw your life away."