Chapter 717 — Even the Gods Cannot Save Him
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Cousin, why don't you go find Wei Zhao? Whether it works or not, we have to try. If he refuses to help, then I die, and that's that — blame my ill fortune..." Li Dilei had not a single thought of revenge. And why not? Even Young Master Bing had been crippled by Wei Zhao. What was he but a scrap of nothing? With his own strength, seeking revenge on Wei Zhao was nonsense. If Wei Zhao were so easily avenged upon, would Young Master Bing still be sitting in that wheelchair?
Li Cihua thought this over and found it made sense. He could not help glancing at Young Master Bing — after all, Young Master Bing's grudge against Wei Zhao ran deep. If he now went to beg Wei Zhao, would that not amount to showing weakness?
"Dilei has done plenty for the Zhao family over the years. I can't just watch him die," Young Master Bing said, waving a hand. "Just pretend I know nothing about it. It will also serve as a chance to sound Wei Zhao out!"
It had to be said that Young Master Bing was very good at winning hearts. This was also why Zhong and his son gave their lives to serve him. Without spending a single cent, he had handed Li Cihua and Li Dilei a favor.
Li Cihua and Li Dilei were indeed moved to tears of gratitude. Li Cihua said, "Thank you, Young Master Bing! My cousin and I are truly fortunate to be able to serve you!"
"Enough. Hurry off and find Wei Zhao. In the future, just earn more money for the Zhao family and for me — that's worth more than anything," Young Master Bing said with a wave of his hand. Inwardly, his hatred for Wei Zhao deepened another layer, and he pondered how to snuff out this menace Wei Zhao in one stroke! Best of all with a single fatal blow, leaving him no chance to strike back!
Otherwise, with a dangerous figure like Wei Zhao in Songshan City, he would be hobbled in everything he did. He did not even know how he had run into Wei Zhao. If he took another blow from him, would he even live to tell of it?
Li Cihua did not dare delay either. He dialed Wei Zhao's number straight away. Wei Zhao's number was no secret — it was easy enough to look up — and Li Cihua had learned it from An Liwen long ago.
Wei Zhao, Gu Mengyao, Shen Yushu, and Tang Zhi had just gotten into the car when his phone began to ring. He picked it up and saw an unfamiliar number.
"Hello?" Wei Zhao answered.
"Wei Zhao? This is Li Cihua." Though Li Cihua was seething inside, his surface manner was perfectly composed.
"Oh, Brother Cihua. What can I do for you?" Hearing Li Cihua's even tone, Wei Zhao inquired just as mildly, as though he had no idea why Li Cihua might be calling.
Yet that "Brother Cihua" landed on Li Cihua's ear as something close to mockery. Did Wei Zhao have any need to call him brother? It seemed he plainly did not.
This was only the second time Li Cihua had spoken with Wei Zhao directly. The first had been at the Geli Fuyun Bar, where he had tried both threats and bribes, only for Wei Zhao to pay him no mind at all and, in passing, to finish off two Yellow-rank experts at his side — a loss that had cost Li Cihua dearly.
"Enough. Let's speak plainly, no games. My cousin Li Dilei's injuries — you did that, didn't you?" Li Cihua simply dropped the pretense; the feud between himself and Wei Zhao could no longer be reconciled.
"He's hurt? When I left, he was hopping about as lively as could be." Wei Zhao smiled. "By the way, you didn't stupidly pull the silver needles out of him, did you? That would be a shame — not even a god could save him then."