Chapter 770 — The Building Collapsed Again
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Gone? Gone again? Zhao Qibing felt as though he were dreaming. The first tower had stood for barely a day before it came down. The second tower had likewise stood for barely a day before it came down too! At this rate, he was surely unmatched in all of history and would have no equal in ages to come.
Li Cihua's face had gone ashen as well. He had never imagined Wei Zhao would pull a stunt like this! It was too underhanded. Driving the car back with less than five minutes to spare — who would dare touch it then? Even knowing full well there was a bomb inside, no one would dare go near it!
"Hell! What kind of bomb is that? How can it have that much power?" Zhao Qibing demanded, his eyes wide and bloodshot.
"TNT. I was afraid it wouldn't be enough to kill Wei Zhao — after all, he's a Yellow-rank expert — so I used high-grade TNT..." Zhang Yuzhou said meekly.
"You goddamned son of a — my tower!" Zhao Qibing was on the verge of tears. Was it easy for him? His first tower had been torn down by Wei Zhao the moment it was finished, and now his second tower had been blown up by Wei Zhao the moment it was finished too...
But whose fault was it, really? Wei Zhao's, or his own? Zhao Qibing felt utterly humiliated. The bomb had been meant to blow Wei Zhao to pieces, yet in the end Wei Zhao had not been blown up at all — instead, his own tower had been blasted into flat ground!
This was just too unfair. If the building had blown up together with Wei Zhao, Zhao Qibing would have accepted it — as long as Wei Zhao was dead, losing a building would have been a loss he could live with. The problem was that Wei Zhao had come out without a scratch!
"Young Master Bing, I never expected this either... If I'd known, I would have used plain explosives..." Seeing Zhao Qibing's face, now twisted out of all shape, Zhang Yuzhou hastened to explain, his voice betraying a distinct lack of confidence.
"Wei Zhao, if I don't do you in, my name isn't Zhao Qibing! ***You son of a bitch!***" Zhao Qibing did not blame Zhang Yuzhou. A debt has a head, and a wrong has a master — Zhang Yuzhou had meant well. He had been afraid the blast would not kill Wei Zhao, and so he had used high-powered explosives. How could Zhao Qibing hold it against him? The only one to blame here was Wei Zhao, for being too devious. If Wei Zhao had not driven the car back again, would the building have come down?
But just at that moment, Li Cihua's cell phone rang.
"It's Wei Zhao..." Li Cihua glanced at the caller ID on the screen and said cautiously.
"Answer it. See what he has to say!" Zhao Qibing said through gritted teeth.
"Hello?" Li Cihua picked up.
"Brother Cihua, what's happened to your building? My car is still down there in the underground garage! You people are being far too irresponsible — you'll have to compensate me for my losses!" Wei Zhao's voice on the line sounded as though he were badly rattled.
"......" Li Cihua very much wanted to curse, but after a moment's hesitation he held his tongue.
Zhao Qibing, standing beside him, had heard what Wei Zhao was saying as well. He reached out a hand toward Li Cihua: "Give me the phone!"
Li Cihua hurriedly handed the phone to Zhao Qibing.
"Wei Zhao? You've got nerve, I'll grant you that. Just you wait and see!" Zhao Qibing said venomously.
"Young Master Bing, what are you talking about? I don't follow. Right now it's my car that's come to grief in your building — surely you're the ones who ought to be paying compensation?" Wei Zhao said mildly. "Have you got something dangerous stashed away in that building? Otherwise, perhaps I should go to the police?"