Chapter 1677 — The Message Was Wrong
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"Damn it. Wei Zhao putting on airs is one thing, but a miserable little orphanage dares to act high and mighty too? Take some men and frighten them again. If they still won't listen, burn the place to the ground and see whether they move out or not!" Zhao Qibing was now a core figure in the Zhao family, and his tone had grown correspondingly arrogant.
"Yes, Young Master Bing! I will take some men over and warn them right away," Li Cihua said.
The two were still discussing the real estate development when a man in black walked into the Geli Fuyun Bar—none other than the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect's contact from last time!
Su Jiaonang did not dare stand in his way. He followed the man in black all the way to the inner room, where the man planted himself brazenly before Zhao Qibing and said coldly, looking down at him, "Zhao, were you deliberately setting a trap for the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect?"
"What?" Zhao Qibing had been rather pleased to see the man in black, assuming they had already finished off Wei Zhao. But that opening sentence left him utterly baffled. "What do you mean? What are you talking about? How did I set a trap for you? Did you kill Wei Zhao or not?"
"Kill him? We sent three top-tier late Mystic-rank fighters, and every one of them is now a corpse. You ask whether we killed him?" The Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect contact gave a cold snort and said harshly, "From what our people could tell, Wei Zhao is at least Earth-rank or above—and likely not the only Earth-rank on his side. Otherwise, how did our three top-tier late Mystic-rank fighters die? What kind of intelligence was it you gave us?"
"What? All three are dead?" Zhao Qibing was stunned. "Are you serious? There's no mistake? Wei Zhao is plainly only a top-tier late Yellow-rank fighter. Even if he wasn't poisoned, he would be no more than top-tier late Mystic-rank. You sent three top-tier late Mystic-rank fighters just like him—three against one—and you still couldn't kill him?"
"Nonsense! The fact is, our men are dead!" the man in black said coldly. "Zhao, what exactly do you mean by this? We told you not to conceal his strength, and you dared to hide it anyway—do you think the Yellow Springs Blood-Robed Sect is easy to push around?"
"What did I conceal?" Zhao Qibing said furiously. "Wei Zhao is plainly a top-tier late Mystic-rank fighter. He took part in the Ice Palace trial before—everyone knows what his strength is. If he were above Earth-rank, could he have entered the trial at all?"
"Then you are saying Wei Zhao broke through on the way?" the man in black asked.
"That I don't know, but I did not lie to anyone!" Zhao Qibing was both shocked and furious. He had never imagined that three top-tier late Mystic-rank fighters could all be killed by Wei Zhao. Damn it, how could Wei Zhao be so ruthless? Thank heavens he had not sent Chief Zhu into the fray—otherwise Chief Zhu might well have been killed too!
Yet try as he might, Zhao Qibing could not fathom how Wei Zhao could have killed three top-tier late Mystic-rank fighters. Even if Wei Zhao were an early Earth-rank fighter, he could not have done it so easily—and Wei Zhao had been poisoned on top of that!