Chapter 4493 — Tears Without Tears
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At that very moment, every eye in the hall fell upon Long Kuiba. Cheng Haonan's sudden flight had thrust the head escort of Longzhou Escort Agency squarely into the teeth of the storm. It was as if Hai Wuliang had set a cauldron of boiling oil on the fire, and Cheng Haonan had casually shoved him in.
Helpless and at a loss, wanting to weep but unable to shed a tear—such was the portrait of Long Kuiba at this moment.
He had barely climbed to the seat of the second-ranked escort agency, and before his backside had even warmed it, before he had a chance to savor the triumph, that seat had been swapped for a tiger bench—and he was being held down to sit on it. The way Long Kuiba felt just then, he could not even cry if he wanted to…
Under all those watching eyes, Long Kuiba slumped to the ground like one bereaved of his parents. Anything he said now was useless; he could not simply flee as Cheng Haonan had, for the whole of Longzhou Escort Agency stood behind him—the enterprise he had built with his own hands through bitter toil. He could never abandon it. So he could only remain here and await Hai Wuliang's verdict.
"It is clear to everyone now—Cheng Haonan is a demonic cultivator, beyond any doubt. Longzhou Escort Agency dared to enter a demonic cultivator in the competition—what does that make of our entire South Continent Escort Alliance? Has our South Continent Escort Alliance truly sunk so low, fallen so far as to nest with demonic cultivators?" Hai Wuliang had seized the moral high ground in one stroke, and for a fleeting moment he seemed to have become once more the spirited, commanding overlord of the escort world.
In the chaotic waters of the South Continent, morality was worth less than nothing—yet on certain special occasions it could hold everyone hostage and become a weapon no one could contend with. Hai Wuliang clearly knew this art well.
At a time like this, even Zhao Bufan and the others could not get a word in. To follow Hai Wuliang's lead would make them mere parroting lackeys; to oppose him would be open sheltering of a demonic cultivator. They could not bear such a damning label, so they could only turn a blind eye.
Among the assembled judges and referees, only Qi Mingyuan still regarded Hai Wuliang with open hostility. Yet even he did not rashly speak up—after all, the matter at hand concerned Longzhou Escort Agency, and there was no need for him to step forward of his own accord; it would only look like a guilty cover-up. Better to wait until the other side made his move, then strike back.
Facing the righteous, indignant Hai Wuliang, Long Kuiba could not utter a single word. The one thing he regretted most now was not the alliance with the Poison Eye Mercenary Corps, nor sending Wu Baoliang and Cheng Haonan out to fight—it was going to visit Hai Wuliang at Four Seas Escort Agency that night!
Had he not handed them the handle himself, then even without a chance to move against Qingtian Escort Agency and Ling Yi, even without a place in the top five, he could at least have withdrawn unscathed—far better than being carved up at others' mercy as he was now. Unfortunately, there has never been a medicine for regret in this world… (To be continued…)