Chapter 4035 — Another Rival
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In his eyes, Zheng Tianjie was no different from the men of the Wantong Merchant Guild who had just been killed—all of them rivals to the Hong Merchant Guild, and anyone who threatened it would be dealt with without mercy.
Wei Zhao gave a grunt of assent and was just about to sit down cross-legged when another burst of incredibly swift raptor flight came rushing from behind.
Those few had actually dared to turn back—had they seen that he was injured? Wei Zhao was briefly taken aback, but at once realized he was wrong. This time only three had come after them.
"You all saw that move just now, didn't you? What do you make of it, martial nephew?" Nan Tianxiong asked one of the men behind him in a low voice.
"Reporting to Martial Uncle, the distance was too great to see it clearly, but this disciple is certain—the sensation was identical to when my master was killed. So this Wei Zhao must be Lin Er without a doubt!" Yu Jiang declared with utter conviction.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go after them, brother!" Nan Tianguan could scarcely contain himself. He was a single step from the Golden Core stage, and his hunger for the Star Ink Stone burned more fiercely than anyone's.
"Good. It looks like that brat has spent himself after that one move and has nothing left. As for that old man Hong Zhong, he's nothing but a merchant—in all my years on the North Island I've never heard of him being any kind of fighter. Nothing to worry about. Let's move." Nan Tianxiong grinned and gave the order.
In moments, the raptors bearing Nan Tianxiong and his two companions appeared directly above Wei Zhao and Hong Zhong.
"So they did follow. These three are like ghosts that won't let go." Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow slightly. He had in fact noticed the three of them back at the auction, and had been rather startled at the time, though he had paid them no heed.
Hovering high overhead, Nan Tianxiong looked down upon them and said, "Should I call you Wei Zhao, or should I call you by your other name—Lin Er? My third brother, Nan Tianyong, was killed by you, wasn't he?"
Wei Zhao was about to speak, but Hong Zhong pressed a hand to his shoulder, signaling that he needn't bother with them and should just focus on healing.
"Silent? Then you admit it. The debt for killing a master is irreconcilable—please, Martial Uncles, avenge your disciple!" Yu Jiang put on a mask of grief and wailed as though his heart were being torn apart.
"As if you needed to tell us." Nan Tianguan curled his lip and pointed at Wei Zhao. "I'll give you two choices. One: we throw you down right now to feed the sea beasts, and you die with no corpse left whole. Two: you hand over the Star Ink Stone and the treasures you bid on these past two days of your own accord—and of course you still die in the end, but we'll leave your body intact. Take your pick."
"Heh. Death either way—you're as domineering as ever, sir." Hong Zhong suddenly laughed. "Though last time we merely threw you into the street to be shamed. This time we're out on the vast open sea. If you're thrown down again, it'll be your life."
"Gah!" Nan Tianguan choked on the words. Last time, to learn the truth of Lin Er's identity, he had personally taken Yu Jiang to the Hong Merchant Guild—only to end up exactly like Nan Tianyong, flung from the second floor into the street like a dead dog. That was the greatest humiliation of his life, and now Hong Zhong had thrown it in his face. This was beyond all bearing! R1152