Chapter 4231 — A Grudge Is Born
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At this thought, Wei Zhao could not help but smile faintly. He cupped his hands toward Qi Wenmo and replied, "My junior sister and I happen to be in the Wei Arc sea region to train for a time. We have nowhere else to go in any case, so since Brother Qi is so warmhearted, it would be unreasonable for us to keep declining. We shall accept your kind offer with gratitude."
"Good, excellent indeed! The young hero is a straightforward man, as I thought. Come, come, let us find a place where we can eat and talk at leisure—consider it my humble welcome for the two of you!" Qi Wenmo laughed heartily on the spot, inviting them with an open, cheerful expression.
"Since it is Brother Qi's bidding, how dare we disobey!" Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao exchanged a glance and laughed just as heartily.
In the present circumstances, they had no better choice than to go with Qi Wenmo. If they refused, Qi Wenmo himself might not fly into a rage, but getting past Cheng Qitian would be another matter entirely.
Since someone was willing to extricate them from this predicament, Wei Zhao was not one for false modesty. Better to go along with him for now than to stay and face Cheng Qitian and the wounded, furious Old Kong alone. As for whether Qi Wenmo truly meant to hire them as bodyguards for his house or had some other design, they would simply have to play it by ear.
Having spoken, the two sides felt as though they had met too late. They promptly walked off laughing and chatting, leaving Cheng Qitian and his men behind, so furious they could not utter a word for a long while.
In broad daylight, someone had brazenly snatched away the men Cheng Qitian had set his eyes on, and from first to last not a single word of explanation had been offered. This was more than infuriating—it was outright bullying, beyond all endurance!
Yet however furious he was, Cheng Qitian could do nothing at this moment. The other man's backing was in no way inferior to his own, and he too had a formidable Nascent Soul servant. If they truly came to blows in relentless pursuit, he would be the one to suffer. What could he do but swallow this bitter humiliation?
"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Cheng Qitian shouted the word three times in his rage, and behind the departing Wei Zhao and the others he stamped his feet and threatened, unwilling to give up: "If you have the guts, then follow this fellow surnamed Qi forever! Otherwise, if I ever catch you alone—heh heh! Mark my words: when I, Cheng Qitian, want to kill someone in the Wei Arc sea region, I have never yet failed!"
For all Cheng Qitian's screeching and clamoring behind them, Qi Wenmo and Wei Zhao paid him not the slightest heed, walking off chatting and laughing among themselves. The onlookers drawn by the commotion only grew more numerous, and the young master Cheng of the Poison Eye Mercenary Corps had become a stamping, raging clown for all to gawk at.
Under Qi Wenmo's lead, the group arrived at an upscale tavern in Wei Arc City. He deliberately secured a private room and ordered a table of rare delicacies, proving quite generous and openhanded.
Once they had all taken their seats, Qi Wenmo spoke up: "Young hero, I wonder where the two of you have come from? Perhaps you would introduce yourselves?"
"Brother Qi, I am Ling Yi, and this beside me is my fellow disciple, Junior Sister Huang. We are both disciples of the Sandie Pavilion of the North Island." Wei Zhao concealed nothing and frankly acknowledged their identities, though he gave false names for the two of them.
He had not said so plainly on the road earlier, fearing that among so many people some ill-disposed listener might overhear and report it to Cheng Qitian, which would not do at all. After all, even false names would have to be used consistently throughout their time in the Wei Arc sea region.