Chapter 3952 — Meng Jueming's Summons
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If Mine No. 10 had any distinguishing feature, it was simply that there were few people about. Apart from the usual two guards, one could not sight another soul in that vast mining zone—but so what?
The two guards were, after all, a real nuisance. Pulling anything shady under their noses was simply unrealistic, and to go after the guards themselves would blow the matter wide open—then no one involved would escape the consequences.
Or was that precisely Meng Jueming's intent—to pick a place with few people in order to threaten him, while not daring to choose somewhere utterly deserted, lest Wei Zhao spring up and cut him down on the spot?
Wei Zhao clenched his fist in secret. Whatever scheme Meng Jueming was hatching, today this matter had to be settled once and for all; otherwise, if the man truly got to pushing him around, there would never be a day of peace again. Success or failure turned on this single stroke.
Entering Mine No. 10 after so long, Wei Zhao felt a strange sense of a world turned over. Under the watchful eyes of the two guards, he made a brief survey around the mining zone and found nothing out of the ordinary.
That came as no surprise. This was mining ground, after all, watched by guards at every hour; even with all his connections, pulling something off here would not be so easy for Meng Jueming.
Yet even so, the man had summoned him to this place—did he truly think that having a grip on his identity meant he had Wei Zhao wholly in his pocket?
Suppressing his misgivings, Wei Zhao immediately fell into the part of a man with nothing on his mind and, by familiar paths, set about mining.
Meng Jueming might be the great threat at his heart, one that must be rooted out this very time, but the more so, the more he had to steady himself. If only to keep the enemy guessing, he could not afford to show too much out of the ordinary.
And so it went until the noon hour, when Meng Jueming's figure at last emerged from the depths of the mine shaft.
The instant he stepped into Mine No. 10 and caught sight of Wei Zhao's back from afar, Meng Jueming's heart leapt with delight. If this fellow had shown up here, it meant that his being Lin Er was settled beyond doubt—otherwise there would have been no reason at all for him to come.
Yet on a second look, a shade of doubt crept into Meng Jueming's expression. Wei Zhao was at that moment mining away with fiery zeal; from the look of it, he hardly seemed a man who had come to keep an appointment.
Any normal person, with a fatal grip on his identity held by another, would be at the very least uneasy, if not thrown into panic. At such a critical, life-or-death moment, who the hell would be in the mood to mine?
Was this fellow putting on an act? Meng Jueming could not keep from muttering inwardly. Still, if the man thought such a petty trick could fool him, that was far too low an opinion of him.
With a glance at the two guards nearby, Meng Jueming strode up behind the busy Wei Zhao and, clapping his hands, said with a mocking lilt, "Young Hero Lin, no wonder you're the mining ace who keeps making miracles. The moves, the efficiency—tsk, tsk, you could practically be held up as a model."
Wei Zhao paid him no heed, not even pausing for an instant, and simply went on mining with single-minded focus, showing not the slightest inclination to open his mouth and respond. (To be continued..) R1071