Chapter 4538 — Long Time No See
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In all of Weihu City, there was only one power that would skulk around watching the Skysupport Escort Agency like this: the Dragon Boat Escort Agency. Wei Zhao was even eighty percent certain that these spies had been posted here to watch for him, so that the moment he appeared, the Old Sect of the Western Hills would have word at once.
Having stayed so long at the Skysupport Escort Agency, Wei Zhao knew its internal layout like the back of his hand. For all that it was now the overlord of the South Continent Sea's escort world, and its guard force was stronger than before by more than a notch, no matter how many men were rotated through the watch, they could not stop Wei Zhao from slipping in.
After the past month of brutally intense training, the seemingly heavily guarded Skysupport Escort Agency was to the present Wei Zhao as good as undefended, no challenge at all.
Another whole day of social obligations. Qi Wenmo rubbed his head and staggered back to his own room, reeking of liquor. There was no help for it: ever since becoming the overlord of the South Continent escort world, major clients came knocking every few days, and as the young master of the agency, he naturally had to receive them in person. The business of drinking with them was simply impossible to refuse.
"Tomorrow it's off to entertain guests again, entertaining this one and that one all day long—damn it, a perfectly good young master of an escort agency, and I'm practically turning into a girl of the Drunken Flower Pavilion..." Qi Wenmo plopped down on the edge of the bed, dazed, and with a bitter smile began to grumble. Once he had dreamed of becoming the overlord of an escort agency, but now that the dream had finally come true, he found it less easy and carefree than before.
"Heh, looks like Brother Qi is quite familiar with the Drunken Flower Pavilion. Here, have a cup of spirit tea to sober up." On the table not far away, a figure had appeared at some unknown moment. He smiled faintly toward Qi Wenmo, casually poured him a cup of tea, poured one for himself as well, took a comfortable sip, and gave not the slightest impression of being a stranger.
"All right, many thanks." Qi Wenmo instinctively rose and started toward the table, but halfway there he suddenly came to his senses. The liquor-induced haze vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold sweat, and he adopted a posture of facing a deadly enemy: "Who's there?!"
Qi Wenmo was instantly shocked sober, his heart pounding with lingering dread, and he could have slapped himself twice. He had not even noticed someone entering his own room—he really had been drinking himself muddle-headed lately! Thank goodness the other party had not struck at the first opportunity; otherwise, even a hundred lives would have had their throats slit long ago.
"What's this? Barely a month apart, and Brother Qi has already forgotten me?" The figure turned around with a smile. It was none other than Wei Zhao, who had slipped in without a sound—though not in his true appearance, for he still wore the Thousand-Silk Mask.
"Brother Ling?!" Qi Wenmo's voice instantly turned to delight at the sound, yet the completely unfamiliar face before him made him freeze again. The disbelief in his eyes made it clear he had already guessed Wei Zhao's identity, though he did not yet dare to be a hundred percent certain.
"No need to doubt it, Brother Qi. It's me, Ling Yi." Wei Zhao nodded with a smile.
"Ah? It really is you, Brother Ling?!" Only then was Qi Wenmo fully convinced of Wei Zhao's identity. The face had changed, but the voice and build had not, and that was enough.
"Heh, a month apart—long time no see, Brother Qi. I trust you've been well." Wei Zhao nodded in confirmation, and at the same time shot Qi Wenmo a look, signaling him not to make too much noise. (To be continued.)