Chapter 4339 — Framed
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With Wei Zhao's current strength, he could handle a Nascent Soul expert or two, but if he thought he could single-handedly take on an entire local power like Cheng Haonan's Poison Eye Mercenary Corps, he was dreaming far too big—there was no chance of victory at all. And if things truly reached the point of a fight to the death, he would no longer be able to keep his footing in the Weihu Sea Region.
Wei Zhao had never been afraid of trouble, but neither did he go looking for it. Unless it was absolutely unavoidable, he did not want a death-grudge match with the entire Poison Eye Mercenary Corps. At least before he left the Weihu Sea Region, it was best to avoid such things whenever possible.
Under the gaze of the surrounding crowd, Wei Zhao turned, hoisted the unconscious man in black up with one hand, and strode toward the Qingtian Escort Agency, leaving the dock crowd buzzing behind him.
"Hey, even a tough one like Old Kong got crippled just like that—this fellow's really something! Looks like our Weihu City has a new face about to rise!"
"He's clearly only mid-stage Golden Core, yet he sent a peak early-stage Nascent Soul expert flying in a single exchange. Just who is he? Could he be some genius disciple from a major power, out doing training?"
"Hm, very likely. I heard that a few days ago the Morningstar Academy of the Eastern Continent already started selecting disciples in the Zhen Duan Sea Region. This one might well be a genius disciple from the academy, sent ahead to scout the ground!"
"Ignorant fools, what do you know! This man is no Morningstar Academy disciple at all. He's an escort of the Qingtian Escort Agency—Ling Yi, or something like that. The young master Qi Wenmo himself came out to recruit him last time!"
"Right, right, I remember now. He tangled with Cheng Qitian and his lot here last time too, and got the upper hand. Twice now they've been humiliated by the same man. That Turtle-Field young master really has no eye for trouble..."
"Heh heh, the Poison Eye Mercenary Corps has always been arrogant and overbearing, especially that Turtle-Field young master. Every damn day he makes me pay protection money—the docks might as well be his family's private property. Hmph, this time he's finally run into a nail. Serves him right!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down. The Poison Eye Mercenary Corps people are coming. We'd better make ourselves scarce."
All the talk and commotion that followed at the docks had nothing to do with Wei Zhao. Carrying the man in black by one hand, he arrived at the Qingtian Escort Agency and casually tossed the fellow onto the haystack in the corner of the courtyard. The man wouldn't be waking for a good while anyway; no need to worry about him running off.
He stepped toward the mission hall. Seeing Wei Zhao return so suddenly, the two guards at the door wore obvious surprise, exchanging glances and muttering to each other in low voices: "This one actually dares to come back? His hide's thick enough..."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Wei Zhao's brow furrowed at once, and he shot the two a baffled look. As an escort of the Qingtian Escort Agency, coming back to report a completed mission was only natural. How was that thick-skinned? Someone must be playing tricks here.
Talk was talk, but the guards had no intention of stopping Wei Zhao. However fiercely they gossiped in private, so long as no order came from above, they would not act on their own. They merely watched Wei Zhao with strange expressions and let him through into the mission hall.
At that moment the mission hall was loud with voices, a good dozen or more escorts gathered inside—among them the two who had worked with Wei Zhao before, Li Yanji and Guan Zhiyuan.