Chapter 583 — Tooth for Tooth
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"Tang Zhi?" Zhao Qibing was taken aback. But when he heard Wei Zhao speak of the demolished house, the disfigurement, and the legs owed, Zhao Qibing knew at once whom Wei Zhao meant! Was it not that pretty girl he had taken a fancy to that very morning?
What Zhao Qibing had not expected, however, was that Tang Zhi actually had such a formidable boyfriend. These bulldozers and excavators were not the sort of thing an ordinary person could assemble in such a short time!
Wei Zhao gave him no chance to speak further, but walked toward him step by step: "You won't live past this year."
"Uncle Zhu, kill him for me!" Zhao Qibing did not take Wei Zhao seriously at all. Wei Zhao had already made him lose all face; if he did not kill Wei Zhao now to vent his fury, then he believed he would never be able to hold his head up again in Songshan City — not before these distinguished guests who had come to attend the completion ceremony!
As for the consequences of killing Wei Zhao, Zhao Qibing need not consider them! These people all knew his background and would not dare to gossip. Besides, their own subordinates were hardly clean-handed, and they would not report or denounce Zhao Qibing either.
Wei Zhao ignored Zhao Qibing and simply kept walking toward him.
Zhu Bo made his move, striking at Wei Zhao with a palm. A flicker of something strange passed through Wei Zhao's eyes as he raised his own palm to meet it.
With a great boom, Zhu Bo staggered back several steps, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath caught in his chest. He stared at Wei Zhao in disbelief. Mystic rank! This man was actually Mystic rank as well!
Wei Zhao too tasted sweetness at the back of his throat, yet he did not fall back. Step by step, he kept closing in on Zhao Qibing!
Zhao Qibing was dumbstruck. He knew Zhu Bo's strength well enough — the man was an early-stage Mystic rank expert, rare even within the family. It was precisely because his father doted on him that Zhu Bo had been sent to watch over him. And yet this fine expert had been knocked back by a single palm from Wei Zhao — and had coughed up blood besides?
How was that possible? This young man before him could not even be twenty yet, could he?
Zhu Bo wanted to rush over and save Zhao Qibing, but having just traded a palm with Wei Zhao, he had suffered no small internal injury. His breathing had yet to settle, and at this moment he could not move at all — he could not even speak!
Zhao Qibing was afraid at last. He was arrogant, but he was no fool! A man who could beat back Zhu Bo would handle him like child's play. He turned around, all thought of face abandoned, and made to run.
But Wei Zhao blocked his path.
"Your legs. Leave them.
" Wei Zhao said flatly.
"I am a descendant of the Zhao family! You can't do this!" Zhao Qibing declared his identity. "My father is Zhao Guangyin."
"Who is Zhao Guangyin? Never heard of him. Some brother of Zhao Kuangyin's?" Wei Zhao slapped Zhao Qibing across the head, beating his face into a bloody mess, blood streaming down his cheeks until no one could tell where he had been hurt.
How fierce was the force of Wei Zhao's blow? It sent Zhao Qibing sprawling head over heels, unconscious.
But the very next moment Zhao Qibing came to again, for he felt with perfect clarity the agony in both his legs, and the crisp sound of breaking bone.
Two cracks rang out, and Zhao Qibing passed out once more.
Wei Zhao meant to do something more to Zhao Qibing's body, but he felt his own body growing heavier and heavier. He drew a deep breath and forced himself to steady his stance.