Chapter 3784 — The Second Round
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
"So does that mean you're letting me off the hook, Boss Meng Zhou, and going straight after that worthless Qiao in the next round to stomp the deluded fool into the ground?" Zha Wu could not help but ask, his face full of hope.
Meng Zhou was taken aback for a moment, then his expression turned strange. He shot Zha Wu a cold sneer. "When did I ever say that? Did I ever say I'd let you off? You weakling, don't go fooling yourself!"
"Huh?" Zha Wu froze on the spot, then hurriedly put on a fawning smile. "Boss Meng Zhou, my heart's weak and I scare easy, so please don't joke with me!"
"Who's joking with you? You think I'm so idle that I'd waste time joking with a weakling like you?" Meng Zhou sneered on and on, nothing at all like the smug, self-satisfied figure of a moment ago, basking in the flattery.
Hearing this, Zha Wu's mouth twisted with rage on the spot, a bellyful of curses lodged in his throat that he did not dare utter aloud.
My god! I wore my lips raw, poured out all that talk, and if you weren't going to agree, then what the hell were you nodding your head at me for? Must a man be this shameless? With that kind of character, what sort of newcomers' leader are you fit to be!
Meng Zhou was obviously a simple-minded creature who by all rights should have been easy for Zha Wu to fool, and before this everything had been going along fine, yet now, without the slightest warning, he had suddenly gone back on his word—it truly caught a man off guard!
What Zha Wu did not know was that the fellow really was easy to fool, but Meng Jue Ming had warned him beforehand that real interests outweighed everything else. Even if he had truly believed Zha Wu's words and wanted to let him off, Meng Zhou did not have the nerve to defy Meng Jue Ming's wishes.
One had to know that this steward and senior fellow disciple Meng Jue Ming was not only his ninth cousin, but also his sole patron. Once Meng Jue Ming opened his mouth, what did it matter how glibly a disliked weakling like Zha Wu talked?
Whether to listen to Meng Jue Ming or to this weakling Zha Wu—to Meng Zhou, that was no choice at all.
At that cold laugh from Meng Zhou, Zha Wu felt as though he had been plunged into an ice cellar, and could not help but shiver.
Before this, he had never imagined Meng Zhou could be such a cold-blooded, domineering sort. He had pestered and fawned and flattered for so long, yet had failed to move the creature in the slightest—all that hard-earned talk, every last bit of it, had been a complete damn waste.
"Listen up, you weakling. Get ready to surrender nice and obedient in the next round. Of course, if you're unwilling, I don't mind showing a little of my methods to establish my authority—but whether you live or die then, I won't be responsible. Understand what I mean?" The smile on Meng Zhou's face grew more and more ferocious.
Originally he had planned to make an example of Xiao Che in the first round, but he had never expected Xiao Che to be so slippery—the moment he saw the situation turn bad, he had voluntarily conceded. So now Meng Zhou had a bellyful of energy with nowhere to spend it, and if Zha Wu were to unwittingly step forward at this moment, the outcome could well be imagined.
"Yes, yes, I understand. I'll take my leave, then." Though Zha Wu was cursing up a storm inside, paying his respects to every female ancestor of Meng Zhou's family for eighteen generations, on the surface he still had to keep up a forced smile—except that smile, however one looked at it, was utterly miserable, a match for that miserable senior fellow disciple of theirs.
Matters having come to this point, there was no meaning in saying another word. However aggrieved and wretched Zha Wu felt inside, he could only pinch his nose and withdraw.