Chapter 738 — A Slip of the Tongue
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Right, this is plenty for four people." The waiter nodded as well. Much as the restaurant wanted to sell more, they couldn't very well let the customers order more than they could eat.
When it was Tang Zhi's turn, she ordered only a few drinks and added nothing to the menu. Fatty Lai had no choice but to throw in an extra dessert before waving the waiter away.
Seated not far off, the bald Boss Wu had also spotted Wei Zhao and his group. His brow knotted instantly. "What rotten luck — enemies on a narrow road! There were too many people at the sales office for me to do anything to you, and now you've gone and delivered yourselves right to my doorstep?"
"That's right, Boss Wu. These people are absolutely terrible — they made us spend an extra two hundred and fifty thousand!" Xiaoli couldn't help but feel the pinch. If only that money had gone to her instead, how sweet that would have been — handed to strangers for nothing! Back when they were buying the apartment, she hadn't thought much of it; after all, it was Boss Wu's money being spent. But now that the place was hers, Xiaoli felt that extra money was hers too.
"I can't let this go without teaching them a lesson!" What Boss Wu was actually plotting was this: hire someone to beat Wei Zhao up, then force him to leave Tang Zhi. At that point he himself would sweep in, strong and heroic, and win the goodwill of Tang Zhi's family. That would put him well on the path to carrying off the lady.
"That's right, Boss Wu — aren't you under Brother Cihua's protection? Why not ask him?" Xiaoli suggested.
"That's precisely what I had in mind!" Bald Boss Wu nodded. His taxi company was registered under Li Cihua's firm, and every month he paid a hefty tribute to Li Cihua. Otherwise, how could bald Boss Wu have bullied his way to the very top of Songshan City's taxi trade?
With Li Cihua standing behind him, the other taxi companies dared to seethe but dared not speak. Who would dare provoke Li Cihua?
Bald Boss Wu dialed Li Cihua's number.
At that moment, Li Cihua had just finished accompanying his brother through a silver needle excision surgery. This surgery had utterly ruined Li Dilei. Once the needles were removed, his entire body was riddled with holes, making him look like a human sieve. Every wound was the size of a rice bowl. The sight was absolutely horrifying!
But to save his life, there was no other way. Otherwise, if the true qi that Wei Zhao had sealed inside him were to erupt, there would be no surviving it.
"Brother, how am I supposed to live like this? They even carved a hole in my little jj! This is the worst!" The moment Li Dilei's anesthesia wore off, he was writhing in unbearable agony.
"Enough, stop howling! Who told you to go provoking Wei Zhao with nothing better to do?" Li Cihua glared at Li Dilei. "Even Young Bing doesn't know how to deal with Wei Zhao yet. What do you think you can do?"
"But I can't accept it! I want revenge! I want Wei Zhao torn to pieces!" Li Dilei's face twisted in pain, teeth bared.
"Wait for Young Bing to avenge you. Don't even think about doing it yourself!" How could Li Cihua not hate Wei Zhao? He hated the man to the very marrow of his bones. But what good did all that hatred do? He was utterly powerless against Wei Zhao — and deeply afraid of him to boot.
Because that brat Wei Zhao was even more ruthless and domineering than he was. Qibing Tower had only just been rebuilt — and to think it had been brought down by Wei Zhao. Li Cihua's heart clenched at the memory. That tower had been built with mountains of silver and gold, and just like that, it was gone!