Chapter 760 — The Grieving Young Lady

But almost immediately, Yu Kun sensed something was wrong! How could this be the peak of the late Yellow Rank?

"Pu!" Yu Kun spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and was sent hurtling backward, crashing heavily into the living room's television wall and smashing the TV to pieces.

In that instant, Wei Zhao pulled back half the force in his palm. He did not understand why Uncle Qing had told him to hold back, but since it was Uncle Qing who had said so, Wei Zhao naturally would comply! With Uncle Qing's steady temperament, there was naturally good reason for him to do so.

"Mystic Rank..." Yu Kun stared at Wei Zhao in horror, and after spitting out several more mouthfuls of fresh blood, he managed to force out those two words with great difficulty.

Yu Kun knew Wei Zhao had held back. If not for Uncle Qing's final words telling him to show mercy, he would probably already be dead!

How ruthless! Yu Kun thought in shock. Where had this Wei Zhao come from? To actually possess the strength of the early Mystic Rank? How was this possible? How old was he? He looked even younger than himself, and he wasn't the scion of some great family — how could he have such formidable skills?

But regardless, Yu Kun knew this was no place for him to linger. Wei Zhao had shown mercy this time; whether he would beat him to death next time — that was impossible to say!

Yu Kun hesitated for a moment, then dropped the Ten-Thousand-Year Spring wooden box and the two fragment maps from his arms. Enduring his injuries, he fled the villa at top speed and vanished into the night.

He knew that if he did not leave behind the Ten-Thousand-Year Spring wooden box and the fragment maps, Wei Zhao might very well pursue him — and in that case, whether he would still have his life was anyone's guess!

Wei Zhao watched Yu Kun's retreating figure and did not pursue. Yu Kun was already a cripple; what was the point of chasing him?

Ever since the incident with Li Dilei, Wei Zhao had developed a keen interest in compressing his own energy. His energy could be shared with others for use, but once compressed, the instantaneous burst was something no one could withstand.

The palm strike Wei Zhao had landed on Yu Kun's body contained a charge of compressed energy. Once it entered Yu Kun's body, it detonated rapidly — like a bundle of explosives — directly destroying Yu Kun's meridians.

So even if Yu Kun recovered, he would be a cripple, no longer able to cultivate internal martial arts.

"Why didn't you kill him?" Wei Zhao looked at Uncle Qing with some confusion. What Wei Zhao had not expected was that Uncle Qing was actually an external-style expert at the peak of the late Yellow Rank!

"He is a member of the Yu family," Uncle Qing sighed. "Killing a man of the Yu family would bring enormous trouble."

"Simply because he belongs to the Yu family?" Wei Zhao frowned.

"You don't know the Yu family?" Uncle Qing was slightly taken aback by Wei Zhao's indifferent expression.

"I do," Wei Zhao said coolly. "But that has nothing to do with whether I kill him."

"You... aren't afraid of the Yu family?" Uncle Qing was somewhat astonished. Since Wei Zhao knew of the Yu family, he still dared to let Yu Kun go?

"Afraid?" Wei Zhao murmured, more to himself than to Uncle Qing. "Never mind. He ran — let him run."

The reason Wei Zhao had dared to go for the kill on Yu Kun inside the villa was that everyone present was someone he could trust. Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu would never betray him, nor would Uncle Qing. That was precisely why Wei Zhao dared to strike with such ruthless force!

Every circle had its own rules. Wei Zhao did not believe the Yu family would go to the police over a dead man, so even if Yu Kun died, it would not affect the life he currently lived!

It was just like Zhang Long and Li Yao beside Li Cihua — dead was dead.

This was different from Bing Shao, An Liwen, and Zhong Yongliang. Bing Shao could die, but Wei Zhao could not kill him in broad daylight before a crowd; and if An Liwen and Zhong Yongliang were killed, the police would certainly take action. That was precisely why Wei Zhao employed different approaches for different people.

After hearing Wei Zhao's words, Uncle Qing suddenly recalled Wei Zhao's strength! Early Mystic Rank! Was Wei Zhao truly at the early Mystic Rank?

So what exactly was Wei Zhao's background? And why had Wei Zhao appeared at the young heiress's side? Where on earth had Mr. Gu found him? A fighter of such caliber, yet every day he trailed after the young heiress like a common attendant — escorting her to school and home again, even joining in her games and foolery?

The more Uncle Qing watched Wei Zhao's retreating figure, the deeper his misgivings grew. Just what sort of man was this?

But Gu Pengzhan said nothing, Wei Zhao said nothing, and Uncle Qing would not press them. He gave a faint sigh and walked toward Gu Mengyao.

Gu Mengyao had spoken in a flash of fury, ordering Wei Zhao to kill Yu Kun — but now that Wei Zhao had actually moved to do it, regret had seized her. She could not let Wei Zhao become a murderer on her account!

So though she was somewhat disappointed that Yu Kun had escaped, she was also somewhat relieved. If Wei Zhao had truly killed Yu Kun, how could the affair ever have been settled?

"Miss Gu, he is one of the Yu family. For now we cannot afford to provoke them..." Uncle Qing had let Wei Zhao release Yu Kun, but he owed the young heiress some explanation.

Uncle Qing understood Gu Mengyao's grief; he knew she wanted Yu Kun dead to avenge General Valiant.

"Mm..." Gu Mengyao's feelings had by now settled back into calm. She held General Valiant close and dried her tears.

"Miss, General Valiant... knowing you are safe and sound now, would surely be glad..." Uncle Qing hardly knew how to comfort her. "But a dog that is dead cannot be brought back..."

"Mm..." Gu Mengyao answered woodenly. Did she not know that a dead dog could not be brought back? General Valiant lay motionless now — plainly dead... It was only that, for the moment, she could not bring herself to accept it.

"Ha, maybe it isn't dead yet? Shall I treat it for you?" Wei Zhao came over with a smile, glanced at General Valiant in the young heiress's arms, and asked with a shrug.

"Not dead?" At Wei Zhao's words Gu Mengyao's eyes lit up at once. She stared at him in disbelief, and asked, her voice trembling with excitement, "Wei Zhao, you're saying it isn't dead? You're not lying to me?"

"Have I ever lied to you?" Wei Zhao took General Valiant from the young heiress's arms — though in doing so he happened to brush against her breast...

Very soft. Not large, but springy and full? It had actually felt rather nice? Wei Zhao savored that fleeting sensation.

Gu Mengyao's face flushed crimson at once. In summer one wore so little, and Gu Mengyao was not the sort to wear those heavily padded things; hers was only a thin layer of undergarment, so how could she not notice Wei Zhao's touch?

"Hmph!" Gu Mengyao glared at Wei Zhao. "Then hurry up and cure it — or else... or else I'll settle accounts with you!"

"And if I cure it, the accounts are settled?" Wei Zhao teased.

"Oh, if you cure it, Sister Yaoyao will let you touch it again?" Shen Yushu had seen from the side how Wei Zhao touched Gu Mengyao's breast just now.

"Xiaoshu!" Gu Mengyao was angry. "What nonsense are you spouting? Why don't you let him touch you?"

"Oh, if you let him, then I'll let him." Shen Yushu thought it over and said.

"Go and play by yourself, I have no time for you." Gu Mengyao pushed Shen Yushu aside, then turned back to look at Wei Zhao, who was just then examining General Valiant's condition. She asked anxiously, "How is it, Wei Zhao?" RH