Chapter 3240 — Another Fine Treasure
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"You flatter me, flatter me..." Wei Zhao, seeing not the slightest flicker of curiosity in the Sinister Ancestor, could not help feeling a little puzzled—did these men truly have no curiosity at all? Then he remembered the three of them were assassins, and at once his confusion dissolved.
Assassins, as a rule, do not pry into matters that have nothing to do with them. Take a man's money, spare him his troubles—why poke around in so much useless business? Curiosity killed the cat.
"This time we must thank you as well, Master Wei Zhao," said the Sinister Ancestor. "Had you not netted the old devil in that Heaven-and-Earth Snare, we truly would not have dared strike so lightly. As it stands, you saved us the trouble—no need for our own men to sweat over it; the job was done." He glanced toward the stairwell. "Shall we go up together and take a look?"
"Very well! I was merely in the right place at the right time—if anything, I should be thanking the three of you for making your move, for otherwise I truly had no way to deal with him." Though the other party spoke so courteously, Wei Zhao could not afford to be anything but polite in return; after all, this was a matter of mutual aid. And though he found the men of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect remarkably loyal and upright, he dared not overstep.
When all was said and done, they owed him nothing. They were businessmen, and to have come this far was already more than decent.
The four of them climbed the stairs together, and there at the entrance of the dormitory building they came upon the Old Dean, Xu Shilan, Cheng Yiyi, and the pair Yu Xiaoke and Little Ken. Plainly they had long since seen Wei Zhao sitting in meditation on the ground below and had simply not gone over to disturb him.
And once the three ancestors of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect appeared, there was even less reason to intrude. So the group had merely stood at a distance, watching Wei Zhao in silence.
Seeing Wei Zhao walk toward them apparently unharmed, the Old Dean and the others breathed a sigh of relief. A flicker of excitement and glad relief passed through the eyes of Xu Shilan and Cheng Yiyi—but Yu Xiaoke's heart was a tangle of quite another kind.
In truth, were Wei Zhao to die, one might call it a good thing for Yu Xiaoke: a clean end to it all, no need to fret over his pestering hereafter, no need to worry about what obstacles still stood between her and the Male Bandit. And yet Yu Xiaoke simply did not want anything to happen to Wei Zhao.
She did not like him, but she knew he was a good man—and he had come to grief trying to save the Old Dean. If so, Yu Xiaoke would never be happy again for the rest of her life; she even thought she might well remain a widow for his sake. A promise made was a promise kept. She did not consider herself any paragon of a girl, but neither was she one to go back on her word.
So when she saw that Wei Zhao was unharmed, Yu Xiaoke let out a breath of relief. This fellow was formidable indeed—truly blessed with great fortune and long life.
"Wei Zhao, are you all right?" Xu Shilan could not help asking as he came near, her eyes brimming with unconcealed concern. These past days she had been with Wei Zhao every day, and he had saved her any number of times; that she felt something for him was impossible to deny. Xu Shilan's heart had long since secretly inclined toward him, and now that her mother was found, she no longer had so many scruples.
Her career as a star had, in truth, been undertaken only to find her mother. Now that her mother was found, the thought of retreat had begun to stir in her heart. What gossip rags said no longer mattered to her. She liked Wei Zhao—that was simply that—and there was nothing to hide.