Chapter 3811 — A Fitting Comeuppance
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That Meng Jueming had managed to get his hands on two of them already was the absolute limit. If they kept pouring them into Meng Zhou like coins down a bottomless pit, not only would Meng Jueming be unable to bear it—even a young master with backing as deep as Xu Lingchong's might not be willing to grit his teeth and sink such capital into it.
"Heh heh. Boss, you see how Meng Jueming and Meng Zhou always carry on in front of us, strutting about with their noses in the air, like they're untouchable. And now that Xu Lingchong turns up, they shrivel into crawling turtles on the spot. Just look at the way the pair of them don't dare breathe too loud—it's fucking pathetic, isn't it!" Qiao Hongcai gloated with great glee.
Wei Zhao could not help laughing. "Heh heh, well, whose fault is it that they tried to pull a fast one on this Young Master Xu the moment he arrived? He finally comes to Yingxin Pavilion for once, and the first thing he sees is Meng Zhou surrendering to our Xiao Che. If I were him, I'd be stewing in my own juices right about now—and of course the only place he can vent all that temper is on underlings like Meng Jueming!"
Beside him, poor Senior Brother and Xiao Che exchanged a smile at these words. It was a rare sight to see Meng Jueming and Meng Zhou so thoroughly thwarted; even two honest, good-natured sorts like them could not help but feel a wave of satisfaction. A fitting comeuppance indeed!
"Heh, pity that fellow Meng Zhou's probably scared out of his wits by now. I was looking forward to him challenging me, so I could have another go at him and see whose Thousand Legs is tougher—his or my Iron Cold Palm. Just a shame I doubt I'll get the chance today," Qiao Hongcai said with a regretful shake of his head after they had joked among themselves for a while.
Wei Zhao could not help but laugh at that, and shook his head. "That's enough out of you. You'd better hurry on up and challenge your way up the ranks to collect points—that's what you ought to be doing right now. As for dealing with Meng Zhou, I give you my word: there'll be no shortage of chances in the days to come."
"All right, I'll do as you say, Boss," Qiao Hongcai said with a nod, and then, under everyone's watchful eyes, turned and stepped up onto the arena platform.
As one of the four top early-Foundation Establishment fighters of Qingyun Pavilion, and having fought Meng Zhou to a mutual ruin for two bouts running, Qiao Hongcai had now completely shed the label of trash. What defined him now was no longer merely being an underling of Wei Zhao, but a true figure of note who drew everyone's attention.
By now, in Qingyun Pavilion, no one dared look down on him. On the contrary, whenever anyone recalled the ferocious way this fellow had fought Meng Zhou to a standstill twice over, they could not help but feel their scalps prickle, and would not even dare to meet his eye—for fear that he might mistake it for a provocation and fix his sights on them, in which case they could weep all they liked and it would avail them nothing.
Following the principle of maximizing points, Qiao Hongcai's next challenge was naturally a direct call-out to Mountain-Base Cave Dwelling No. 11, one rank above his own. The outcome of that duel was never in any doubt.
The fight was over in a single exchange. Qiao Hongcai collected his points with ease and, escorted off the stage by all eyes filled with awe, stepped down unhurriedly.
徐 Lingchong? No. [[26]] Taking in such a galling spectacle, and hearing all these miserable tidings from Meng Jueming, Young Master Xu's face had by now darkened to the point of dripping. It had never once crossed his mind that in the short time he had been away, so many upheavals could have occurred here—and upheavals that left him so thoroughly shamed, at that!