Chapter 221 — The Price of a Wandering Hand
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"I barely gave you a little warning, and this is how you carry on? That spineless? Tell me — were you sent by that Zou Tiandi?" Wei Zhao had not expected the blond to start wailing the moment his hand was broken. Pathetic, really.
"Awooo... my hand..." The blond did not answer, only kept up his unearthly keening.
"..." Wei Zhao was at a loss. With a helpless wrench of his hand, another crack rang out. "There. Stop howling. It's set back in place. Now answer me, and be quick about it..."
The four henchmen the blond had brought along were struck a little dumb. What sort of man was this? Was he doing a circus trick? Yanked the blond's palm out of joint, then casually popped it back in?
They thought of rushing him, but hesitated. After all, the blond had not given the word, and they could hardly ignore their boss's safety.
"Get him! All of you, get him together, finish this little bastard off..." Huang Mao's hand had been reattached, and with the pain finally somewhat eased, he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
"Crack" — another crisp snap, and Wei Zhao had wrenched Huang Mao's hand out of its socket again.
"Awo..." Huang Mao howled in agony, but this time Wei Zhao had used more force than before; his hand was not merely dislocated but outright deformed, bent at an acute angle beyond all belief.
Huang Mao cried out twice, then his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.
"I never should have set it for you. You really are a worthless piece of trash." This time Wei Zhao could not even be bothered to question him; he turned to Huang Mao's several underlings, who had been about to step forward but were now hesitating: "You lot — any of you got itchy hands?"
Looking at Huang Mao's deformed hand, the four of them were thrown into turmoil — what the hell kind of madman was this, and how could he be so savage?
"N-no... no..." These men had no desire to end up like Huang Mao, and instinctively shook their heads again and again.
"Oh, then it's you." Wei Zhao pointed at the underling who had earlier told Tang Zhi to step outside, and asked: "Tell me, was it that President Zou who sent you here just now?"
"This..." That underling was Huang Mao's absolute right hand, and betraying Huang Mao was simply beyond him. Looking at Huang Mao on the floor, a sudden vicious resolve surged up in his heart; he whipped a dagger from his person and lunged at Wei Zhao, shouting: "I'll fight you to the death!"
But just as he was about to close on Wei Zhao, the underling abruptly changed direction, and the dagger stabbed toward Tang Zhi!
Tang Zhi gave a startled cry, wanting to dodge, but it was already too late. Just as the blade seemed about to reach her, her body twisted with uncanny suddenness and pitched toward Huang Mao, and the dagger buried itself in Huang Mao's bent hand.
Huang Mao had already fainted from the pain, but at this stab from his own underling he came awake with a howl of "Awo!" Seeing his trusted right hand stabbing him with a dagger, Huang Mao was instantly beside himself with fury — his own man had turned on him: "What the f*** are you trying to do?"
Huang Mao did not know where he found the resolve and courage, but he yanked the dagger — along with his newly wounded hand — free with his left hand and leveled it at his trusted underling: "You stab me in the back?"
"Boss... you've got it all wrong, it wasn't me... I was trying to stab that little bastard and that woman, but for some reason, when I got close, the kid gave my leg a light kick with his foot, and it felt like my whole leg went numb, and then I fell to the ground." The trusted underling waved his hands frantically in explanation: "I don't know how it happened either, but the blade ended up in you, boss..."