Chapter 585 — What Strength
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"Boss, this is bad! Young Master Bing has had his face smashed and both his legs broken, Uncle Zhu has been wounded as well, and Qibing Tower has been knocked down!" Li Cihua said, unable to hide the shock in his heart.
There was a spell of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Zhao Guangyin's incredulous voice: "What did you say? Xiaobing had his legs broken, and Uncle Zhu was wounded too? How is that possible? Uncle Zhu is an expert of the early Mystic rank, a rarity even in the mundane world. Are you running a fever? How could Xiaobing make an enemy of such a man?"
"What? Early Mystic rank?" Li Cihua gaped again in shock. He had long guessed that Uncle Zhu was immensely strong, for a man placed beside Young Master Bing could hardly be weaker than the two Yellow-rank experts Zhao Guangyin had once assigned to him. Yet hearing Zhao Guangyin say with his own mouth that Uncle Zhu was an expert of the early Mystic rank shocked Li Cihua all over again!
That such a formidable being had been struck by a single palm from Wei Zhao and left gravely hurt, barely able to hold on? Then what manner of being was Wei Zhao? Could he be even stronger than the early Mystic rank?
"Give me the phone. I will speak with the Family Head myself!" Uncle Zhu circulated his own inner cultivation method, regulated his breathing, recovered a little strength, and gestured to Li Cihua.
Li Cihua hurriedly handed the phone to Uncle Zhu, for only Uncle Zhu's words would Zhao Guangyin believe! In truth, Li Cihua himself could hardly believe that Wei Zhao, a boy of nineteen, could have defeated Uncle Zhu. Had the world gone mad, or had Mystic-rank experts become so worthless?
"Is that Uncle Zhu? This is Zhao Guangyin. How are you?" Zhao Guangyin still could hardly believe that Uncle Zhu was injured, for the whole thing was too inconceivable! Zhao Qibing had only been in that tiny place called Songshan City for a few days. How could he have run into so powerful an opponent?
Beings capable of wounding a Mystic-rank expert were generally those old monsters who never showed themselves in the world. Those old things were all chasing higher power. What mind would they have to bother with the shabby affairs of the mundane world?
"Family Head, it is me. I can hold on for two days at most. I have been struck with internal injuries. Quickly ask the Medicine King to come and save me!" Uncle Zhu's voice was very weak: "Without miraculous elixirs, the true qi of nature alone is not enough to heal my wounds!"
"What!" Only upon hearing Uncle Zhu's words did Zhao Guangyin finally believe Li Cihua completely. Uncle Zhu was injured! And not lightly! Yet hearing that Uncle Zhu could still hold on for two days, Zhao Guangyin breathed a sigh of relief and felt a touch of luck. As long as he could recover, all would be well. Uncle Zhu was only in his forties, one of the most promising experts in the family to advance to the Earth rank. If he were truly lost here, and on account of his own illegitimate son, Zhao Guangyin's own position as Family Head would likely be shaken.
Zhao Guangyin drew a deep breath, then asked: "How is Xiaobing?"
"Young Master Bing has no fatal wounds. Both legs are fractured and his face has been disfigured, but if the Medicine King acts personally, there should be no lasting aftereffects." Uncle Zhu said.
"Good!" Hearing that his own son was also in no mortal danger, Zhao Guangyin finally let out a complete sigh of relief: "I will send the Medicine King over at once! Besides that, I want to know the cause and course of this affair!"
"Let Li Cihua tell you about that." Uncle Zhu knew little about causes and courses, nor did he need to know. His duty was to protect Young Master Bing's safety. As for the running of the company and such, he did not concern himself with it.