Chapter 3075 — An Old Acquaintance
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Clear the room, clear the room! The Firearm Squad is conducting business here—all bystanders get out!" Besides the four burly men in black, there were several bodyguards behind Zhen Yingjun with bulging waists that clearly concealed firearms. When these men announced the name of the Firearm Squad, everyone in the rest area paled. They rose one after another, cast Wei Zhao a look of pity, and quickly left.
"What sect are you from? The Jinzhong Sect?" Wei Zhao did not answer Black One's question, but asked instead.
"The Jinzhong Sect?" Black One snorted at Wei Zhao's words. "The Jinzhong Sect is not even worthy to carry our shoes! From the look of you, you are nothing but a hidden-level player. If I told you our sect's name, it would scare you to death!"
"Scare me to death?" Wei Zhao was taken aback. Could these people be from the ancient level? The Zhen family was formidable indeed, to have established ties with the ancient level.
"I will tell you—we are from the Iron Garment Sect! How about that, scared?" Black Two announced their sect, then looked at Wei Zhao mockingly, waiting for him to wet himself in terror.
"The Iron Garment Sect?" Wei Zhao repeated, then said, "Never heard of it!"
"You..." Black Two flew into a rage. Wei Zhao's words had scorned their very existence, filling Black Two with boundless fury. "Brat, you are asking for death!"
"You need not get angry. Wei Zhao has only ever moved among secular families—he does not even know the names of a few hidden families, so how could he know how formidable the ancient level is?" Zhen Yingjun had calmed considerably by now. He waved a hand and said, "Stop wasting words with them—just kill him!"
In Zhen Yingjun's eyes, what use was Wei Zhao's past strength now? His own backing was the ancient level—and the renowned Iron Garment Sect, no less. Of course he no longer feared Wei Zhao!
"Zhen Yingjun, you still owe me money, don't you? The two hundred and fifty million you owed me last time? I happen to be short on cash lately. Return it to me, and we will let today's matter drop. Your men here have trained hard to reach this level—I will spare their lives." Wei Zhao turned to Zhen Yingjun and said.
"Bluffing and blustering!" Zhen Yingjun sneered. "Wei Zhao, no need to disguise the fear in your heart. I know you are afraid—that is why you say such pompous things. Do not think I do not know; I understand all this. Today you must die! Get him, all of you—no more talk, just kill the bastard!"
"Yes, Young Master Jun!" The men in black from the Iron Garment Sect nodded, and Black One lunged straight at Wei Zhao with a punch!
Wei Zhao frowned slightly. To be honest, he did not much want to make an enemy of the Iron Garment Sect. After all, among the ancient sects, he had already incurred the enmity of the Night Palace, the Tomorrow and Tomorrow Sect, the Blood Garment Yellow Springs Sect, and the ancient Eastern Family. There were only so many ancient sects to begin with, and Wei Zhao had offended four of them at once—plus the Profound Pill Sect, whose stance was unclear. He truly did not want to be at odds with the Iron Garment Sect.
But what puzzled Wei Zhao was this: why could Zhen Yingjun command the people of the Iron Garment Sect? (To be continued)