Chapter 2582 — Another Move

"That's right—an expert of the early Heaven rank," Fatso Feng nodded. "Mr. Lin, why do you ask all of a sudden?"

"He's come to my company," Wei Zhao said.

"What? He's gone to your company, Mr. Lin?" Fatso Feng was taken aback. "What would he want there?"

"Heh, it's like this..." Wei Zhao recounted how Zhuge Junshi had schemed to frame Guan Daifu Pharmaceutical and force a partnership on them.

"So... you want me to smooth things over behind the scenes?" Fatso Feng knew Wei Zhao's strength, and so it never once crossed his mind that Wei Zhao might be able to kill Zhuge Junshi; what he assumed was that Wei Zhao had come to ask him to mediate, though that put him in an awkward spot. "You know as well as I do that I may hold the title of boss now, but my word carries no weight!"

"No need to smooth anything over." Wei Zhao smiled. "I just want to know—if this Zhuge Junshi were to die, would that cause any problems?"

"Problems? Could he actually die?" Fatso Feng froze for a moment, then said in delight, "If he died, that would be wonderful! I could seize the chance to move up and finally breathe easy!"

"Good. Then wait to collect his corpse." Wei Zhao hung up.

He sped along the whole way, and at last arrived, dusty and travel-worn, at the tower of the Kang Shenyi Pharmaceutical Company. The guard at the entrance was the same one as the day before, but now, the moment he saw Wei Zhao, he hurried over with the utmost deference. "Mr. Lin, have you come to see Vice President Kang?"

"Take me to the reception room," Wei Zhao said, wasting no words on him.

"Of course." The guard nodded hastily and led Wei Zhao to the elevator, pointing him toward the reception room.

At the door of the reception room, Wei Zhao made no effort to conceal his strength. He directly circulated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, laying bare his full power at the peak of the middle Earth rank—this was meant to serve as a decoy.

Pushing the door open and stepping inside, Wei Zhao could feel the tension thick in the room. No one spoke, but Fatso Lai sat there drenched in cold sweat; only when he saw Wei Zhao did he let out a breath and rise to his feet. "Boss, you're here!"

"Haha, and here I thought the man behind you must be something special—just a peak middle Earth rank after all!" Zhuge Junshi burst into laughter at the sight of Wei Zhao. "A moment ago an early Earth rank came to throw his life away, and now a peak middle Earth rank shows up. Do you really think you pose any threat to me? In my eyes, even a peak late Earth rank is still just an Earth rank expert!"

"Oh... the seventh stance of the Frenzied Flame Eight-Trigram Palm!" One moment Wei Zhao was nodding along with a most "humble" air; the next, he struck without the slightest warning!

"Boom—"

The fearsome power of the martial technique erupted in an instant, slamming into Zhuge Junshi before he had any chance to defend himself—the technique was already fully unleashed! It carried the force of an ordinary martial technique's thirteenth stance. Never mind an early Heaven rank expert—even one at the peak of the early Heaven rank would have been utterly doomed, caught unguarded by Wei Zhao's full-power strike!

This blow was even more powerful than the one that had crippled Third Brother You. Third Brother You had at least survived as a cripple; Zhuge Junshi would die with his eyes wide open in regret.

He did not even have time to leave behind a single word. Zhuge Junshi was dead, his entire body smashed into a pulp of flesh and blood, every bone shattered—a more wretched end there could not be.

"Heh..." Wei Zhao turned his head with an air of perfect harmlessness and looked at Zhuge Junshi's follower, who stood frozen in shock. The man's face was deathly pale, his whole body shaking uncontrollably. He was merely a Yellow rank expert—not worth a single finger against Wei Zhao.

In his eyes, Wei Zhao was now a peak early Heaven rank expert, perhaps even a middle Heaven rank one! True, Wei Zhao had revealed only peak middle Earth rank strength just now, but the martial technique he had unleashed was a thirteenth-stance Heaven rank technique—something only a peak early Heaven rank or middle Heaven rank expert could bring forth!

Which meant Wei Zhao must have been deliberately suppressing his strength all along, playing the pig to eat the tiger. So when Wei Zhao's gaze fell on him, his heart turned to ash. "Senior, I... this... I'm only a follower, this has nothing to do with me... it was all Zhuge Junshi's idea..."

"Oh, then take his corpse and get out of here. Tell whoever's behind you that when I have the time, I'll pay your headquarters a visit and settle this account properly! You dared to touch my company—do you have a death wish?" Wei Zhao warned him coolly. Naturally he would not kill this follower; he needed someone to carry word back—and to carry Zhuge Junshi's corpse back with him!

When the time came, with Zhuge Junshi's corpse looking so very, very gruesome, it would be easier for Fatso Feng to rise to power, and the experts at headquarters would have to weigh things carefully. In a place steeped in such grudges, they would do well not to drag themselves into it!

The feud was Zhuge Junshi's doing, and Wei Zhao would find a chance to settle it. Anyone coming here now would only be asking for trouble, wouldn't they? He trusted no one would be willing to wade into these murky waters—and Fatso Feng would rise to power as a matter of course.

"Yes, yes!" the follower answered in a frantic hurry and moved to gather up Zhuge Junshi's corpse and leave.

"Wait. Fatso Lai, find him a suitcase. Carrying him out like that would frighten the company's ordinary employees!" Wei Zhao raised a hand to stop the follower.

"Right." Fatso Lai came back to his senses, and the look he gave Wei Zhao now held even more admiration. One move—and that Zhuge Junshi, so arrogant just moments before, was dead. Was this not power beyond belief?

Wu Chengtian had long heard that Wei Zhao could fight above his rank against Heaven rank experts, but that was only hearsay. Today was the first time he had witnessed it—and Wei Zhao had annihilated a Heaven rank expert with absolute dominance. What did that even mean?

Wu Chengtian counted himself lucky. Both of his bosses were ruthless men—Er Goudan could beat to death a master of the Golden Bell Shield, and Wei Zhao could slay a Heaven rank expert in a single move across ranks. These were no ordinary ruthless men! How right his choice had been back then!

Fatso Lai quickly found a suitcase and handed it to the follower, who silently stuffed Zhuge Junshi's corpse inside, snapped it shut, cast one look of awe at Wei Zhao, and turned to leave the reception room.

This follower, too, had come from headquarters. He had been a lowly underling there, and following Zhuge Junshi to the domestic branch had been a matter of immense honor—do it well, and soaring success was within reach!

And so it had proved. After he arrived, Zhuge Junshi had taken charge of everything at the domestic branch in his capacity as military advisor, holding all power in his own hands!