Chapter 3418 — Return to Songshan City
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"Young Master Lin, shall we make our move now?" Tor Sun-Moon had been waiting a long while.
"Elder Tor, I've changed my mind," Wei Zhao said mildly.
"What?!" Tor Sun-Moon's heart gave a sudden lurch. Changed his mind? Did that not mean Wei Zhao no longer wished to strike at the poison-refining base—and that his promise, too, was now worthless?
"In a little while, bring your people and wipe out every last one of the base's management. As for the biochemical humans, pick out a few of the truly wicked and dispose of them as well. After that, one of my subordinates will come to take over the place; he'll pin it all on the great bandits of the roads, and your Poli clan will have had no part in it. If the base remains here, your yearly income remains as before." Wei Zhao sighed. In the end, he was still a little soft-hearted. He would have the Poli clan kill some evildoers, but not the biochemical humans.
As for the base itself, Wei Zhao was not worried; with Brother Dafeng in control, no great evil would be done there, and their own people would not be poisoned.
Killing a few biochemical humans was, in Wei Zhao's mind, a way to muddy the waters. When Brother Dafeng made his report, he could claim that the Pangolin had been killed as well—and thus Wei Zhao himself could slip free.
"So that's how it is..." Tor Sun-Moon was both startled and delighted, and said hastily, "I understand. I'll take my people over at once!"
So long as Wei Zhao was not going back on his word, all was well. And as matters stood, this was still to the Poli clan's advantage—why would they not do it?
At Tor Sun-Moon's command, the finest fighters of the Poli clan turned out in full.
It was a moonless, wind-whipped night, fit for killing. Within the poison-refining base, every member of the Red Conch would be strangled.
Meng Gaohai had never imagined that Wei Zhao could command even the patriarch of the Tor clan—they were utterly stunned. That Wei Zhao could control senior members of the Red Conch had already shaken them to the core; now they looked on him as something close to an immortal.
"Good. I'll wait here for your rendezvous!" Wei Zhao nodded, hung up the phone, and then settled in to wait quietly...
With the Poli clan's finest gathered in force, wiping out the poison-refining base was a trifling matter. It took but a single night's work: every last one of the Red Conch's people in the base was annihilated. And from the biochemical humans' files they learned what each of those creatures had done in the past. Tor Sun-Moon chose the ones steeped in wickedness and did away with them, leaving the corpses torn apart beyond recognition.
That done, they withdrew their people quietly. Meng Gaohai, for his part, was credited with giving timely warning—though he could not save the lives of those Red Conch members, he had at least preserved the base.
Even when Meng Gaohai's conduct was reported up the line, no one thought anything amiss, for Meng Gaohai was the base's chief to begin with. He also held a share of administrative authority; it was only because he did not wear the garb of the base's managers that he escaped with his life.
As chief, he naturally knew where a telephone could be found. He located the number of the nearest Red Conch branch and its chief, Brother Dafeng, and called him in for aid—and after that, everything else fell into place...
The Pangolin had been spirited away by Wei Zhao without a sound. Few knew that he was not dead; those who did were all Wei Zhao's men.
The general manager learned that the poison-refining base in the Hakunamata Desert had been wiped out. He was furious. "Dafeng, what in the world happened? Who did this?"