Chapter 4164 — A Pillow for a Sleepy Man
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
The three set off at once for the Central Merchants' Association to meet the mysterious man in black, recounted the whole affair from beginning to end, and waited for his judgment. But what he said gave all three a great shock.
"Leave that Wei Zhao alone for now. I have had my eye on this man for a long time; he is among those I mean to win over," the mysterious man said coolly.
Nan Tian Liuguang and the other two looked at one another, struck dumb. Though deeply unwilling, they dared not raise the slightest objection, and could only nod and murmur their assent with heads hanging low.
For all their helplessness, the three broke out in a cold sweat together. Never in their wildest dreams could they have imagined that even the mysterious man, their own superior, set such store by Wei Zhao. It was fortunate they had not rushed to act; had they truly stopped at nothing to kill Wei Zhao and thereby spoiled the mysterious man's grand design, disaster would indeed have been upon them.
The matter of dealing with Wei Zhao had to be abandoned by Nan Tian Liuguang and his two companions, and Si Haitao could only return to North Island steeped in gloom.
His chief mission in coming to Central Island this time had been to win over Nan Tian Liuguang; the business of dealing with Wei Zhao had been a notion born only after an unexpected discovery. Now Nan Tian Liuguang had joined the Center, and the superiors forbade them to touch Wei Zhao, so there was nothing left to do on Central Island—he could only turn back home.
Even so, his heart was far from reconciled. The humiliation he had suffered at Wei Zhao's hands had been monstrous: not only had he lost all face, he had been beaten within an inch of reporting to the King of Hell. It was a hatred as deep as the sea. And now the superiors would not let him touch Wei Zhao—how was he to bear it?
Yet Si Haitao had never been a man to keep to his place. Now that he had set his mind on dealing with Wei Zhao, no one could stop him. Even if, cowed by the mysterious man's authority, he dared not act openly, a little covert instigation—getting others to do the deed for him—surely carried no risk at all.
Wei Zhao had few enemies on Central Island, but on North Island they were assuredly not few. Even the mysterious man could not stop such people from striking him down.
Fortune favors the diligent. Scarcely had Si Haitao returned to North Island when he discovered a heaven-sent opportunity: wanted notices were plastered all over North Island, and the figure sketched and sought in them was none other than the martial artist Ling Yi!
"Marvelous, truly marvelous! A pillow brought to a man just as he grows sleepy—this time Wei Zhao is digging his own grave, and he can hardly blame me for fanning the flames. Who told you to be so charmless and make enemies everywhere? Heh heh!" Si Haitao was overjoyed.
Ling Yi was a wholly new appearance; no one on North Island likely yet knew it was Wei Zhao in disguise. If the news were only slipped out quietly, then when Wei Zhao returned he would be lucky to escape with his skin, and even the mysterious man could not lay the blame at Si Haitao's door.
Laughing aloud, Si Haitao at once took up a wanted notice and read it through carefully. Once he understood the ins and outs of the matter, his laughter grew merrier still.
On North Island, only the Law Enforcement Hall had the authority to issue wanted notices, and this time the charge against the martial artist Ling Yi was the murder of a disciple of the Soaring Heavens Pavilion—Su Zhaohu!
Without a moment's hesitation, Si Haitao, having carefully kept his movements from prying eyes, went straight to the Law Enforcement Hall.