Chapter 2347 — Who Are You?
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Donghai could be counted as the hidden Han family's territory too. Wei Zhao's elder had been bullied here—as Wei Zhao's junior brother, how could Han Xiaohu bear the shame?
At that thought, Han Xiaohu thumped his chest and declared, "Boss, leave this to me. I guarantee I'll get it done properly. Lei Daming, is it? I'll have a word with my grandfather and make the man behave himself!"
"Mm, handle it as you see fit," Wei Zhao said with a nod.
"Uncle Chu, rest easy. These small fry aren't worth the boss lifting a finger—I'll take care of them!" Han Xiaohu said. "First I'll find out what sort of background this Lei Daming has, then work out a countermeasure."
"No need to ask around. He's brought more people," Wei Zhao suddenly cut in, speaking calmly.
"Again?" Han Xiaohu was instantly nettled. This was Donghai City—the hidden Han family were half-owners here—and Lei Daming still dared to come? Han Xiaohu was about to explode with rage. He shot to his feet and said to Wei Zhao, "Boss, leave it to me. I'll go have a word with him!"
"All right," Wei Zhao said with a nod. "Be careful."
Han Xiaohu stepped out of the private room and saw the lobby manager from before, strutting over with a bald man and an old man and a young man in tow! The lobby manager, who had been so meek a moment ago, now looked like a prize rooster, chest puffed out and head held high.
Han Xiaohu did not recognize the bald man—presumably that was Lei Daming—but the old man and the young man bringing up the rear were only too familiar to him. At the sight of them, Han Xiaohu could not help but frown. Enemies really were fated to meet!
Both hidden families of Donghai, the hidden Han family and the hidden Zhao family, were naturally not on good terms—especially after their falling-out at the Hidden World Families Summit. The two families were now like fire and water!
"Han Xiaohu, shouldn't you be staying quietly at home? Since when did you learn to jump out and play the champion for others?" Zhao Qibing had long found Han Xiaohu an eyesore. He had broken his leg in the very first race and had never had a chance to curse Han Xiaohu since—until now. With Elder Bi at his side, he naturally no longer feared Han Xiaohu.
"Zhao Qibing. Is your leg healed?" Han Xiaohu looked at Zhao Qibing's swiftly striding legs with a face full of mockery. "Seems you rushed over here so eagerly because you're hoping for another break!"
"Han Xiaohu, give you an inch and you take a mile, is that it? Before, with Wei Zhao at your side, I didn't dare touch you—but now, what do you think you are? Nothing but one of Wei Zhao's dogs, and you don't even know your own place. No skills to speak of, yet you strut out here putting on airs!" Zhao Qibing, struck on his sore spot, grew furious at once. "I'm telling you, if you know what's good for you today, take your people and crawl back home, and tell your people to stop coveting Donghai City's business—otherwise don't blame me, Zhao, for being unkind!"
"I'm really curious—you're only a Mystic-rank fighter now, aren't you? What gives you the right to bark at me?" Han Xiaohu watched Zhao Qibing with interest, his tone mocking. "Or do you fancy you can fight above your level like the boss?"
"You level up by swallowing pills, and you still put on airs with me!" Zhao Qibing said with contempt. "I don't mind telling you—the master has already agreed to give me pills too. Catching up to you will be a matter of minutes!"
It wasn't that the hidden Zhao family lacked wondrous elixirs like the Spirit-Gathering Pill and the Minor Qi-Gathering Pill—they simply had few in stock. For a family to endure and develop, it could hardly empty its entire fortune for the use of its younger generation, could it?