Chapter 3235 — Asking for Help
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"How long will it hold?" Wei Zhao asked, his expression somewhat grim.
"Judging by the quality of this Heaven-and-Earth Net of yours, about a day—though if I actually struggled inside it, a few hours at most," the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder said. "Only I can't be bothered to waste my effort. There's no way you can do anything to me, so why should I trouble myself?"
"You seem quite confident." Wei Zhao was somewhat helpless. Indeed, with his own strength alone, there was no way he could do anything to the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder—not even with all his underlings. Even if the whole lot of them rushed him together, a group beating could not possibly inflict any harm on the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder. After all, they were not in the same weight class.
It was like a swarm of ants trying to shake an elephant—one stamp of the elephant's foot and the ants were dead.
Still, Wei Zhao's mind raced, and he thought of a few people. He just did not know whether they could help him. The people Wei Zhao knew who were capable of killing the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder were limited.
Aside from Old Man Wei and Ergoudan, far away in West Star Mountain Village, there were only the few from the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect! But distant water could not quench a nearby fire. Old Man Wei could not come, and even if Ergoudan came, it would take too long—there was no time.
So the only people Wei Zhao could turn to were those few from the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect.
At that thought, Wei Zhao could only adopt a let's-give-it-a-try attitude and dial the number the Sinister Ancestor of the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect had left him, to see whether they could step forward and kill someone for him. They were an organization that killed for payment; if Wei Zhao paid a certain price, surely he could get them to do him this favor?
"Mr. Lin, hello there!" Seeing that it was Wei Zhao's number, the Sinister Ancestor picked up at once. His tone was exceedingly polite—because of Lin Dongfang's existence, he did not dare show Wei Zhao anything less than respect!
Yet he did not dare overdo it either. He could only keep a fawning look on his face while keeping his tone flat.
"Sinister Ancestor, might I ask you to kill someone for me?" Wei Zhao asked.
At first, when the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder saw Wei Zhao making a phone call, he had not paid it much mind. He had some understanding of Wei Zhao's circle—plenty of underlings, true, but the strongest were no more than Feng Shihua and those other ancient-level figures. None of them posed any threat to him whatsoever, so there was nothing for him to fear.
But when he heard the name Sinister Ancestor, his heart gave a sudden leap. Was that not someone from the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect? Wei Zhao was calling them? What did that mean—that he wanted to hire assassins from the Blood-Clad Yellow Springs Sect to kill him?
On second thought, however, the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder calmed down again. The Sinister Ancestor was merely an expert at the peak of the late Heaven tier, not yet advanced to Great Perfection. Even if he came, with the Grand Elder's true qi shielding his body at full power, there was no way the man could kill him.
And if he sent other subordinates, there was even less to worry about! What was truly worrisome were those two—the Yellow Springs Ancestor and the Blood-Clad Ancestor, both at the peak of the late Heaven tier and at Great Perfection! But could just anyone summon those two?
Those two Ancestors were existences of his own level. Ordinary assignments were beneath their notice, and such grandes dames were reserved besides—it was not as though anyone who asked could get them to take the field!