Chapter 3909 — T020 Double Eleven Special Chapter 7: At Our Age, We Are All Smart People
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He Dantou scoffed. "No wonder the Iron-Robed Sect got wiped out by Wei Zhao. You took a beating that hard and never even dared to let out a fart. And you still call yourselves an ancient sect? More like a sect of turtles!"
"What did you say! President He, don't push us too far!" The faces of the Iron-Robed Ancestor and the others flushed scarlet. However accommodating they might be, they were seasoned Heaven-Tier Great Perfection masters of long standing. To be mocked and humiliated to their faces like this—no amount of levelheadedness could make them swallow it any longer. They were not ninja turtles, after all.
"My apologies, my apologies—a slip of the tongue." He Dantou laughed as though nothing had happened, then all at once his expression turned grave. "Gentlemen, if I can pull a few more reinforcements over here, will you still want to back down?"
"Reinforcements? How many?" The Iron-Robed Ancestor and the others suppressed their displeasure, and their spirits rose together.
"I won't boast of numbers, but three Heaven-Tier Great Perfection masters is no trouble at all," He Dantou said with studied profundity.
His words were no idle boast. The Heart had formidable resources at its back, and finding three more Heaven-Tier Great Perfection masters would be no difficult matter.
The eyes of the Iron-Robed Ancestor and the others lit up at once. Eight Heaven-Tier Great Perfection masters were already gathered here; if He Dantou could bring three more, that would make eleven in all—more than enough to deal with Wei Zhao's underlings!
"And one more thing. You gentlemen have surely heard of the Black Horse Society. They are enemies of Wei Zhao as well. A word to them, and they would not pass up such a fine chance for revenge." He Dantou tossed out another piece of bait.
After all, Wei Zhao had only a handful of Heaven-Tier Great Perfection underlings who had the rank but not the substance. Even with the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect sticking its hand in, the eleven of them could just about cope. Once they managed to join forces and kill a few of the weaker ones first to establish their authority, their odds would not be small.
And if they could bring in the Black Horse Society's finest as well, then this battle of vengeance would be a sure thing.
After all, the Black Horse Society was a sect on par with the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect, its members just as rich in combat experience. With the two holding each other in check, victory would be all but certain!
"Then it's settled. So long as President He can bring more men, we wouldn't mind risking our lives alongside you and throwing ourselves into one bloody fight!" the Iron-Robed Ancestor and the others declared righteously on the spot.
Their earlier urge to back down had been a choice forced upon them by circumstance. Now that a chance for revenge had appeared, how could they be willing to play the ninja turtle?
They might hold the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect's old ancestors in considerable dread, but they must not forget that they themselves were no pushovers either. So long as they did not come up short in numbers, they had at least an eighty percent chance of killing Wei Zhao's underlings—men who had the rank but no real combat experience!
"Good, then. Let us find somewhere to rest and recover for a while, and wait for me to call my men over." He Dantou chuckled slyly. This time, Wei Zhao's underlings would be rooted out, every last one.
And just as storm clouds gathered over East Sea City, the peaceful village of West Star Mountain welcomed an uninvited guest—one who held in hand a photograph, the very one of Wei Zhao and Lin Dongfang together.
Sensing someone behind him, Lin Dongfang, who had been tending his flowers and plants, suddenly froze. Then a plaintive voice came from behind him: "An old thing like you—even if you can't leave the village yourself, couldn't you at least have sent word to me?"