Chapter 3715 — Riding the Tiger
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"Junior Brother Lin, you nearly scared us to death just now!" The long-suffering senior brother and the others crowded around Wei Zhao, complaining in jest.
Truth be told, they had been sick with worry down there below the platform—not only on Wei Zhao's account, but on their own as well.
For all that the long-suffering senior brother held the higher nominal status, Wei Zhao was the backbone of their little band. If anything happened to Wei Zhao, a handful like them could never hope to stand against the likes of Meng Jueming—and their days from then on would be truly miserable.
Wei Zhao smiled faintly. "Ha... I told you long ago, I know what I am doing. I would not act rashly."
The long-suffering senior brother and the others exchanged bitter smiles. Given the way things had looked just now, how could they not have worried?
Qiao Hongcai, however, gave a chuckle. "After all, our Wei Zhao is the leader—a perfect god-level performance is nothing to him at all! This outcome was entirely within my expectations, which is why I was not the least bit worried."
Xiao Che glanced at him from the side and drily added, "Right. You merely trembled when you spoke, that is all."
"My heavens! That was exhaustion, I tell you—not worry that our leader Wei Zhao would run into trouble!" Qiao Hongcai yelped.
Wei Zhao and the others could not help but smile. Apart from sheer nervousness, who the hell gets so exhausted that their voice shakes when they speak? The man was plainly saying one thing and meaning another!
Compared with the easy laughter of Wei Zhao's group, the faces of Xu Lingchong, Hu Yunfeng, Meng Jueming, and the rest were now exceedingly grim.
Remember, they had just been mocking Wei Zhao before the eyes of the whole crowd, each of them loudly declaring that he had overestimated himself—and now? Wei Zhao had come down light as a cloud with a perfect god-level score, and those very words had naturally turned about into sharp slaps laid across their own faces, stinging their cheeks, stinging to the very marrow!
For a man to slap his own face so briskly and so savagely—truly a rare sight in this world.
And while all the newcomers clustered around Wei Zhao's perfect god-level score and each other's assessment points, marveling and sighing with emotion, the Law Enforcement Hall experts on the platform—who by all rights should have finished and gone—were sunk in a mire from which they could not pull free, every face stamped with an incredulous dread.
What in the world were those fools still doing up there? Had they lost the nerve to face him, and so did not dare come down?
By now the face of young master Xu Lingchong was dark enough to drip water. In his view, dealing with Wei Zhao should have been the work of a lifted hand; he had assumed that even if Wei Zhao did not die this time, he would at least leave half his life behind—yet never had he imagined that Wei Zhao would not merely walk away whole, but walk away with a perfect score that left every eye staring. How was a man to bear the shame?
Losing face before these newcomers would have been bad enough, but the crux was that he had just boasted to Shangguan Lanzhi in person, pledging his word that he would finish Wei Zhao off and vent her grievance, hoping thereby to win a measure of favor with the little princess—and now look. He had gone to steal a chicken and lost the rice instead; far from gaining her favor, he had let her witness a comedy at his own expense!
The illustrious young master Xu could not even deal with a trifling newcomer like Wei Zhao—the joke had grown very large indeed.
Little did they know that their Miss Shangguan Lanzhi was at this very moment delighted in her heart: as expected of my junior brother, he has truly carried forward my own magnificence!