Chapter 4337 — Enemies Upon Return
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Wei Zhao stood on the deck, looking down at the busy dock below, and stretched lazily, as though preparing to leap down from the cargo ship. This was the moment—the man in black's spirits surged, and he was about to make his move.
But before he could land so much as half a punch or a kick, a blur flashed before his eyes, and Wei Zhao's figure abruptly appeared right in front of him, giving him such a fright that he stumbled back a step.
"Se—senior, what is this about…" The man in black retreated again and again, his heart churning like a stormy sea. How could this thing be so fast, appearing and vanishing like a ghost!
"Little Black, you stayed honest the whole way, and now you want to run? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow. His divine sense had been fixed on the man in black the entire time; any flicker of true qi from the fellow could never escape his perception.
"N—no, senior, you misunderstand. I was just a little excited just now, I truly didn't mean to flee, absolutely not, I swear to heaven!" the man in black said, hurriedly invoking oaths.
"Didn't mean to flee?" Wei Zhao smiled and gave a faint nod. "Since you're so cooperative, Little Black, so much the better. You needn't die, and I needn't dirty my hands—good for you and good for me."
"Yes, yes—thank you, senior, for sparing my worthless life." The man in black was overjoyed at the words and let out a breath of relief. He had thought that being caught red-handed this time meant certain death.
But before he could finish exhaling, his vision went black—Wei Zhao swept a kick across his head, and the whole man flew sideways, landing in utter disgrace on the dock and setting the surrounding crowd to clamoring. Before he passed out, his face still full of grievance, he stammered, "Didn't you say you wouldn't kill me…"
"That's right, I won't kill you—but I never said I wouldn't kick you," Wei Zhao said, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
He truly had no intention of killing the man; but this fellow was, after all, an expert at the peak of the late Golden Core stage, not some ordinary stray cat or dog, and his head was full of plots and foul schemes. Left to hop about freely, he would surely stir up trouble sooner or later. Wei Zhao still meant to have him testify against Wei Zhaotong—so of course knocking him out first was the simpler course.
Wei Zhao leaped down from the cargo ship, exchanged a few words with the clerk at the dock's storage office, left the ship in their keeping, then walked straight up to the man in black. Under the watching eyes of the surrounding crowd, he hoisted the man up with one hand, ready to return to the Qingtian Escort Agency and report.
Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from the distance, laughing in triumph: "Hahahaha, I thought you'd just run off for good, boy—that you'd never dare come back in this lifetime! Who'd have thought that after hiding in your shell so long, the shrinking turtle would finally poke his head out again!"
At the sound, the faces of the crowd around them all changed, and they hurriedly parted to either side. Wei Zhao looked up and saw the very first enemy he had made after arriving in the Wei Arc sea region coming straight toward him: Cheng Qitian, the young master of the Poison Eye Mercenary Corps—and behind him, as ever, followed that Old Kong, an expert at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage!
"Hmph, the world is small indeed—enemies will meet," Wei Zhao sneered coldly, and without haste casually tossed the unconscious man in black to one side.
He had long expected such a scene. A man like Cheng Qitian was plainly the sort who repaid every slight, and having been humiliated in public by Wei Zhao last time, he would never let the matter rest until he had evened the score. No doubt his Poison Eye Mercenary Corps had kept spies planted on the dock all these days; Wei Zhao had probably been reported before his ship even docked.