Chapter 3395 — What Is It?
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Fortunately, Wei Zhao was close enough to Shen Yushu and Yu Xiaoke that there was no need for any awkwardness; besides, they were exhausted, and the moment they lay down they fell into a deep sleep. Wei Zhao cultivated the whole time, keeping an ear out for any movement outside.
Only, these robbers seemed not to operate at night. Each of these raids had been carried out in broad daylight—nothing less than a show of contempt for the hidden Tang family, as if it were beneath them to sneak about under cover of darkness.
Morning, noon, afternoon—not a stir. The bandits did not come here, nor did they visit any of the Tang family's other shops.
Just as Qiu Lingshan was beginning to think Shen Yushu had been talking nonsense, several men in white shirts and black trousers burst into the antique shop without warning! And the moment they were inside, without a word, they began hauling items down from the shelves and carrying them out to a white van parked at the door.
Wei Zhao had heard before how these people operated, but seeing it with his own eyes, he still found them utterly brazen, as if no one else in the world mattered. Yet there was something dull and vacant in their eyes that reminded him, oddly enough, of the biohumans An Liwen had cooked up before.
"Stop right there!" Wei Zhao shouted at one of the biohumans.
But the biohuman paid him no heed, as though he had not heard a thing. With no other choice, Wei Zhao reached out and blocked his path.
This time the biohuman finally noticed Wei Zhao, and promptly smashed the antique vase in his hands straight at him. These creatures simply did as the hypnotist's suggestions told them; they had no thoughts of their own—only instructions!
The hypnotist had shown them Qiu Lingshan's photograph beforehand. Qiu Lingshan was on their whitelist; they would not attack her, only avoid her. Wei Zhao, however, was not, and so when his path was blocked, the biohuman went straight on the offensive.
That antique vase was worth at least a few hundred thousand, and though Wei Zhao had money to spare, he had no desire to waste it. He simply swept it into his jade pendant's space—the place was in utter chaos anyway, and no one was going to ask about it now; a bit of perfunctory talk afterward would smooth things over, and he doubted Tang Taizhong would dare press the matter!
Indeed, though Tang Taizhong wondered where the vase had vanished to, he did not dare breathe a word about it—for no other reason than that he feared distracting Wei Zhao. If he caused Wei Zhao to lose focus, his guilt would be enormous. So what if one battered old vase was gone? However it had gone missing, so be it.
"Boom!" Wei Zhao drove a fist at the robber before him, using only the ordinary tenth form of the Frenzied Flame Fist; his aim was simply to test the strength of this biohuman.
To his disappointment, though, the tenth form of the Frenzied Flame Fist alone was enough to cave in the creature's chest and send him flying backward. He crashed to the ground, spewing mouthful after mouthful of bloody foam, struggling but unable to rise.
Strength like that was no worthy opponent at all. By rights, a man of Tang Taizhong's caliber should have been able to kill these people outright—so how had he ended up wounded by them instead?
Wei Zhao was still puzzling over it when what happened next cleared up the mystery for him!
The biohumans who had been hauling antiques, sensing that their comrade had been attacked, all dropped what they were carrying and turned on Wei Zhao as one. The five who remained all struck at him together.
At the sight, Yu Xiaoke panicked and made to channel the Goddess Nuwa's Sky-Mending Art to shield Wei Zhao. But when Wei Zhao saw what she was doing, he shook his head and said, "No need. Let me test their strength first—if I can't handle it, I'll call for you."