Chapter 4344 — A Solemn Apology
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What was more, the reason Wei Zhaotong had offered at the time was that this shipment was vital relief goods for the Fang family estate on Xianpeng Island, and that it absolutely had to be guaranteed without the slightest mishap. It sounded entirely reasonable, so Qi Wenmo had thought nothing more of it and had not sent him out of the room.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that these two oddities about Wei Zhaotong had their root right here—that the man had been out to swallow the goods back for himself, a bare-handed swindle, using it to extort a full three hundred thousand spirit jades. What an appetite!
"That's right, that's exactly how it was." The man in black nodded, stealing a timid glance at Wei Zhao, his heart steeped in regret. He had thought a partnership with Wei Zhaotong would be a fine piece of business—who could have known that such a murderous fiend of a god of death was holed up among them as an escort? Had he known, he would not have dared come rob the convoy for ten thousand guts.
"Tell me in detail exactly what happened when you robbed the convoy," Qi Wenmo said, forcing down the fury in his chest, his face drawn tight.
"The robbery? Oh, there's not much to tell. After the four of us boarded, they didn't resist—the gap in strength was just too vast. If they had dared resist, that would have been a single word: death." As the man in black spoke, doubt was secretly stirring in his heart. Though on the surface it certainly looked that way, with this god of death's strength, taking on four at once would have been effortless—so why had he not struck then?
"Who was the first to surrender?" Qi Wenmo asked coldly.
"Why, those two things right there..." The man in black pouted his lips toward Li Yanji and Guan Zhiyuan.
The faces of everyone present changed at once, and the looks they cast at Li and Guan were filled with contempt and scorn. Not only had these two been the first to surrender themselves, but after returning they had actually flung mud at their companions. To be shameless to such a degree—they were thoroughgoing scum, and nothing less.
"Don't you slander us! This man is no pirate at all, and everything he has said is pure fabrication—Young Master, you must not believe him!" Li Yanji and Guan Zhiyuan, heedless of their bedraggled state, scrambled and stumbled to their feet, stamping and cursing. Even now they would not give up, thinking that so long as they insisted this man had been hired by Wei Zhao to put on a show, they might still have a thread of hope.
"Pure fabrication?" Before Wei Zhao could even open his mouth, Qi Wenmo himself had already kicked each of the two hopeless fools flying. Then, seething with killing intent, he shouted coldly, "Even at this point, the two of you are still speaking up for Wei Zhaotong. Am I to take it that you are both his bought-and-paid accomplices?"
"Ah? No... no... Young Master, we..." Li Yanji and Guan Zhiyuan, their faces bruised and swollen, turned ashen at once and stammered, unable to get a word out.
They had no idea at all of the odd and suspicious turns in Wei Zhaotong's discussion with Qi Wenmo back then, still less that Qi Wenmo had already concluded that the mastermind behind this affair could be none other than Wei Zhaotong!
For them to sling more mud at Wei Zhao now would not only fail to help matters—it would make everyone take them for Wei Zhaotong's accomplices. What had merely been a matter of losing their jobs might, if they kept flailing about like this, cost them their lives.
"Go on," Qi Wenmo said, turning back to the man in black. As for Li Yanji and Guan Zhiyuan, he could not even be bothered to spare them another glance. If the two fools insisted on pestering on with no regard for their lives, he would not mind sending them both to hell.