Chapter 3074 — A Reserved Seat
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"Your mother—who told you to sit here? Don't you know this is our Young Master Jun's reserved seat?" The voice rang out abruptly behind Wei Zhao! It wasn't that Wei Zhao hadn't noticed people coming up behind him; it was simply that the green channel had no shortage of people coming to meet flights, all bustling to and fro, and so long as they weren't coming to attack him, Wei Zhao had no reason to care what they were up to.
Wei Zhao frowned. A reserved seat, was it? But when he glanced down, his spot seemed to have nothing special about it apart from good lighting and being one of those more comfortable sofas.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and give up the seat for our Young Master Jun!" The voice, seeing Wei Zhao look down, barked with palpable impatience.
If the seat really had been reserved, Wei Zhao would have gladly given it up. After all, despite his formidable strength, he had no wish to bully ordinary people over trifling matters—these days, his eyes were fixed only on cultivators.
But the seat was not reserved at all; there wasn't a single marking on it. That put Wei Zhao in a foul mood. He stood up, turned around, and looked at the man who had cursed him—a man in black. What surprised Wei Zhao was that although he couldn't gauge the man's strength, he was certainly a skilled fighter.
"Where does it say this seat is yours?" Wei Zhao asked coolly. The man might be skilled, but only by ordinary standards—Wei Zhao didn't give him a second thought.
The man in black didn't answer. Apparently he didn't even deign to look at Wei Zhao, for he simply reached out to shove him aside, wanting to push Wei Zhao out of the way without so much as an explanation.
But to his immense astonishment, one shove—and Wei Zhao did not budge an inch!
"You—" The fighter was startled. He knew his own strength well. Having failed to move Wei Zhao with one push, he immediately poured more force into his hands, laying bare the full extent of his late-stage Mystic-rank peak external arts cultivation!
He had expected this push—sure to succeed, no doubt about it—to send Wei Zhao flying. But to his horror, Wei Zhao remained utterly immovable, still standing right where he was!
"Smack!" Wei Zhao dealt him a slap that sent the Mystic-rank fighter flying outright!
"Boom!" With a tremendous crash, the Mystic-rank fighter slammed onto the floor, blood all over his mouth, teeth knocked loose—yet he felt no pain, for he had already been knocked unconscious!
"Out of the way! Out of the way!" Just after the Mystic-rank fighter was slapped flying by Wei Zhao, a commotion broke out at the lounge entrance, and a pale-faced youth, escorted by several burly men in black, came striding into the lounge!
But when they saw the Mystic-rank fighter lying motionless on the floor, his mouth full of blood, they were all struck dumb!
One of the burly men in black came running over in two strides: "Junior Brother, what happened to you? Who did this to you?"
Wei Zhao frowned. Since when had so many skilled fighters been turning up in Donghai City?
(It's the end of the month—summoning your [Monthly] votes! The [Monthly] rankings keep slipping further back, but Yuren still keeps his promise to mass-release, and now that it's month's end, everyone who has [Monthly] votes, cast them for Yuren! Before month's end, every 30 votes still earns an extra chapter; if I can't write them this month, I'll make them up next month! Many thanks!) (To be continued...