Chapter 3799 — Challenging Meng Zhou
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Therefore, in order to seize this golden opportunity of Qiao Hongcai's unhealed injuries, Meng Jueming had Meng Zhou feign weakness and bait Qiao Hongcai into taking the hook!
Given Qiao Hongcai's blunt, hot-tempered nature, and on top of that the unjust treatment he had suffered in the previous round, he must have been stewing in a bellyful of resentment. To show weakness to the enemy at such a time—so long as he could recover even a bit of his strength, there was no way such a man would swallow his anger any longer.
And the result proved that Meng Jueming's plan had succeeded. Just as he and Meng Zhou had wished, Qiao Hongcai—the fool who did not know death when he saw it—had indeed leapt out impatiently to throw his life away!
"This time, we absolutely must not leave him alive," Meng Jueming instructed Meng Zhou in a low voice just before they took the stage.
The opportunity must not be lost, for it would not come again. Once this golden chance slipped by, it would be very difficult to openly do away with this Good-for-Nothing Qiao in the future. After all, Good-for-Nothing Qiao was also an early-Foundation-stage expert; if he truly faced Meng Zhou at full strength, then even with Meng Zhou's edge in martial technique, killing his opponent would still be difficult.
"Rest assured, Ninth Cousin—Good-for-Nothing Qiao will not live past today!" Meng Zhou grinned without changing expression, a sharp killing intent in his eyes, along with a trace of deeply concealed disdain.
After all, Wei Zhao was the rival Meng Zhou had always resolved to trample underfoot; Good-for-Nothing Qiao was merely one of Wei Zhao's underlings. If he, the self-styled leader of Azure Cloud Pavilion's newcomers, were to fight another two full matches to a standstill against a mere underling like Good-for-Nothing Qiao, what face would he have left to contest supremacy with Wei Zhao in the future?
Under everyone's watchful eyes, wearing an air of weakness deliberately put on, Meng Zhou walked onto the platform with a cold laugh.
Given his customary arrogance, he would ordinarily have disdained going to such lengths to feign weakness against a wretch like Good-for-Nothing Qiao. Not only was it not his style, it was beneath him and a loss of face. Moreover, even if one were to put on an act, it could be dropped the moment Qiao Hongcai initiated the challenge, since the bait had been taken and the objective achieved.
Yet today, Meng Zhou seemed a completely different person. Not only did he keep up the act until Qiao Hongcai took the hook, but even now, standing on the platform, he was still acting—so that he could seize the chance to give Qiao Hongcai a treacherous blow and settle the matter once and for all.
"The boy has matured quite a bit after taking his lumps!" Meng Jueming could not help but feel gratified at the sight.
Meng Zhou was now his most relied-upon capable subordinate. His loyalty and strength were decent enough, but the fatal problem was that he never used his head. In the long run, he would at best make a newcomer thug, far from being able to stand on his own.
But now, the fellow had finally wised up—an unexpected gain, and a rare one at that.
In Meng Jueming's calculations, the financial resources of Wei Zhao's crew could obviously not be compared with his own, backed as he was by the formidable patron Young Master Xu.
He did not know by what means they had managed to restore Qiao Hongcai considerably within a mere three days, but it was utterly impossible for him to compare with Meng Zhou, who had taken a fourth-grade Great Return Pill and now stood at the peak of full recovery. Add to that Meng Zhou's natural advantage in martial technique, and the probability of failure in snuffing out Qiao Hongcai today was, in theory, virtually zero.