Chapter 1724 — Xiaoshu Is Sick (Part One)
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But how could Zhao Qibing have any money? He still owed the Blood Garment Yellow Springs Sect three hundred million, and now Wei Zhao had come demanding two hundred million — was the man even going to let him live? Even if Zhao Qibing smashed his pots, sold the iron, and sold his own blood, he could never repay that kind of money!
"Yes or no — one word." Wei Zhao frowned, his patience wearing thin.
"I... I can pay, but I really don't have that much money right now... Look, my tower and everything else burned down, the whole real estate company hasn't made a cent yet and it's already losing money — the tower's been built three times now..." Zhao Qibing said with a bitter face. "So... how about I just owe it to you for now?"
"Owe it? For how long?" Wei Zhao saw that Zhao Qibing really did seem to have no money, and so he didn't press him any further.
"Two years. Within two years I'll definitely pay it all back — I can write you an IOU!" Zhao Qibing said. In his mind, he would just send Wei Zhao off for now; maybe in two years he'd advance to an Earth-rank expert, and then he wouldn't have to fear Wei Zhao anymore!
"Oh. Then write it." Wei Zhao hadn't expected Zhao Qibing to actually pay up. The fellow was hopelessly poor — his tower had been destroyed three times; he was probably flat broke by now. Extorting a few million out of him wouldn't be enough for anything.
Zhao Qibing had no choice but to write Wei Zhao an IOU under humiliation. But Wei Zhao glanced at it and frowned again: "You owe it for two years, and not a bit of interest? If I put it in the bank, I'd get several million a year, wouldn't I?"
"Interest too? Can we skip it?" Though Zhao Qibing had never intended to pay this money at all, he felt an instinctive fear of Wei Zhao — afraid that once Wei Zhao got stronger, he'd still have to pay up.
"Skipping it is fine too." Wei Zhao tucked the IOU into his pocket, then said, "Then shall I collect a little interest now?"
"Huh? Now?" Zhao Qibing had been delighted by the first half of Wei Zhao's sentence, but at the second half he nearly collapsed to the ground!
But before Zhao Qibing could sit down on the ground himself, he heard two crisp cracks — and he went straight down onto the floor! Because his legs had been broken by Wei Zhao again!
"Aooo—" Zhao Qibing groaned in pain. Fortunately he was a **-rank now and could still hold it in; gritting his teeth against the agony in his legs, cold sweat pouring down his face, he said, "You don't keep your word... didn't you say you wouldn't hit me if I paid..."
"Didn't I leave you one leg? Or do you want your third leg broken too?" As Wei Zhao spoke, he lifted his leg as if to stomp down.
Zhao Qibing was instantly terrified and shook his head again and again: "No... no I don't..."
He resigned himself to his bad luck. Facing Wei Zhao now, he truly had no way out! But inwardly he swore a silent oath: one day he would torture Wei Zhao to death! He would break every bone in Wei Zhao's body and let him taste this pain too!
"This bar — I'm burning it for you. If you dare put it out, I'll come back in the middle of the night and burn it again. And when you can't get out then, don't blame me for not warning you!" As Wei Zhao spoke, a ball of fire-element pill flame appeared in his hand, and he casually tossed it onto the bar's wooden fittings — instantly, roaring flames sprang up.
And Wei Zhao turned and walked out of the bar.
After Wei Zhao left, Su Jiaonang, who had been hiding off to one side, hurried over: "Young Master Bing, what do we do now? Should we call the fire brigade and put it out?"
"Put out my ass — let it burn. Didn't you hear Wei Zhao? If I put it out, he'll come back in the middle of the night and burn it again. Hurry up and carry me out, and get everyone in the bar out — do you want to burn me to death?"
"Yes! Yes!" Su Jiaonang wiped the cold sweat of fright from his forehead and hastily agreed.