Chapter 4728 — Still Trying to Scare People?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
In their line of work, to put it plainly, one bullied the soft and feared the hard. Being a bit greedy or a bit stupid was no great problem, but there was one rule of survival that had to be remembered above all: when you meet someone you cannot afford to cross, never try to be brave. The farther you stay away, the better, or you will be dead before you know how you died.
"Eh? Boss, something seems off here," one of the underlings could not help saying. "Why is that armored man being dragged along the ground? Is he dead, or just out cold?"
"Right? Could they have run into some powerful monster?" Scarface was just as puzzled.
"Boss, so should we..." The underling drew a finger across his throat.
"Not so fast. Let's watch how things develop first." Scarface pinched his chin and shook his head cautiously. Kang Jingming, the one he feared most, looked to be finished; but he could not gauge the depths of the other man. On the surface he seemed nothing more than an ordinary Nascent Soul expert, yet what if he too was no oil-saving lamp?
As the saying goes, a careful helmsman sails ten thousand years. There were plenty of other fat sheep left to slaughter anyway, and Scarface did not much care about the pickings on this one man. So until he had taken the measure of him, he had no wish to take any careless risk.
Since Scarface had spoken thus, the rest of the underlings naturally dared not make a move on their own, and one by one they drew back to the side, their faces wary.
Even as they spoke, Xu Lingchong had dragged Kang Jingming to within twenty zhang, and Scarface's eyes suddenly lit up. He had spotted a small length of strangely shaped vine protruding from the corner of the man's backpack, arc after arc of electricity flickering along it.
The Thunder Mystic Vine! Scarface was clearly a man who knew his goods. He was already a Profound Ascension expert and in theory had no need of Thunder Mystic Pills to face a lightning tribulation, but that did nothing to dampen his fondness for fine things, least of all a treasure as hard to find under heaven as the Thunder Mystic Vine!
Even as he reeled, Scarface stole two more careful, inconspicuous glances. Only the barest tip of the iceberg was showing, so he could not tell whether it was ripe, but at least one thing was certain: this thing was beyond all doubt the Thunder Mystic Vine!
Scarface swallowed greedily. He truly did not want to let such a supreme treasure slip past him, for a single Thunder Mystic Vine alone was worth as much as all the other pickings combined. And yet he was unwilling to take a risk over it, for what if this remaining youngster was not someone to be trifled with either?
"Boss, that fellow really has passed out cold! Let's make our move!" At that moment one of the underlings, his head full of braids, sprang forward, unable to hold himself back any longer.
"Mm, you go on up!" Scarface nodded at once, but he himself quietly edged backward, so that even if something went wrong he could keep himself well out of it.
With Scarface's blessing, the braided man charged eagerly to the fore and planted himself squarely in Xu Lingchong's path. "Hand over every treasure on you," he said carelessly, "and I, your young master here, can decide to spare your life. Otherwise, heh heh!"
"Out of my way!" Xu Lingchong wanted only to get back to West Island; he had no patience to waste on a lackey like this. His face cold, he snapped, "Have you forgotten what happened last time, you memory-less dog?"
"Oh, what a damn big mouth you've got!" The braided man laughed instead of flying into a rage, pointing at Kang Jingming, limp on the ground like a dead dog. "Don't you play dumb with me! This armored fellow is half dead and can barely save his own skin, and you still want to use him to scare people? Do you really think I've got no brains at all?" (To be continued)