Chapter 4343 — The Truth Behind the Escort Robbery
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Risky as it was, no better plan came to mind just then—he had to silence the man at once!
Smack! Such a petty scheme was plain at a glance, and how could Wei Zhao let it succeed? Without the least martial technique, he simply raised his hand and slapped Li Yanji flying before everyone's eyes, sending him crashing through a courtyard wall and tumbling into the dust, where he lay unable to rise for a long while.
Guan Zhiyuan, standing nearby, meant to make his move as well, but a single look from Wei Zhao froze him in place—like a lamb pinned by a starving wolf, his scalp prickled in an instant and he dared not cross the line again.
They were both at the middle Golden Core stage, yet the gap in strength was a hundredfold, a thousandfold. Had Wei Zhao truly meant to kill, one finger would have been enough to crush him. Years of roaming the jianghu had not granted him extraordinary insight, perhaps, but at least his instinct for danger remained sharp.
As for the rest, they watched Wei Zhao with wary faces, one and all. None had expected him to strike so suddenly, and none had expected that this fellow, who had plainly been only at the early Golden Core stage before, could now send Li Yanji flying with a single unhurried slap!
Qi Wenmo, however, showed no great surprise. Back at the docks, Wei Zhao had been a fighter strong enough to wound the likes of Old Kong; that Li Yanji, peak of the middle Golden Core stage, should be slapped away by him was hardly strange. At this moment he was merely curious—just what was the background of this black-clad man lying on the ground?
"Heh, so the two of you do know him after all. What say you? Still want to throw him out? Want to silence him for good, do you? Didn't the two of you just swear up and down that I had defected to this thing? Now that he's here to testify before everyone in person, isn't that all the more convincing?" Wei Zhao sneered as he kicked the black-clad man twice, kicking him awake.
"Spare me, senior! Spare me, senior..." The moment the black-clad man came to, he paid no mind to the crowd around him and dared not flee on his own; the first thing he did was kowtow to Wei Zhao and beg for mercy.
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. The black-clad man had made no effort to restrain his aura, and they could all tell he was plainly a peak late Golden Core expert—so why was he kowtowing to Wei Zhao?
But Qi Wenmo cared nothing for that. He looked at the black-clad man, then turned to Wei Zhao and said, "You mean to say this is the pirate who robbed the escort in the first place?"
"The very same." Wei Zhao nodded faintly, too lazy to explain anything on purpose—and in truth, no explanation was needed. Qi Wenmo was a clever man, and Li Yanji's eagerness to silence the fellow just now had already proven how credible this man's identity was. It proved, too, that everything the two of them had said before was utter nonsense!
"Talk. What exactly is going on!" Qi Wenmo suddenly seized Guan Zhiyuan by the collar and growled low, his face dark with menace. However great his magnanimity, however deep his cultivation, there was no chance he would keep suppressing himself once he realized his own subordinates had been playing him for a fool.
Li Yanji lay sprawled among the rocks, unable to get up—and so, by luck, escaped the storm. That left Guan Zhiyuan alone to face Qi Wenmo's wrath, and he could not utter a single word.
Before everyone's eyes, the wretch actually wet himself in fright, and the reek of urine made them all wrinkle their noses. Qi Wenmo's mouth twitched a few times; fearing the man might stain him, he flung him aside with a look of utter disgust.