Chapter 4332 — No Need to Hold Back
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
At any other time, the man in blue's violent temper would have had him striking to kill long ago. But now he dared not act rashly. For one thing, the docks were under strict lockdown, and he could not risk making too much noise—this was, after all, a stolen ship, and exposure would mean trouble. For another, he had not yet taken Wei Zhao's measure, could not see through to the man's true strength.
Judging by this fellow's stance, he had not come with good intentions, and his aura was gathered tight, betraying nothing. If by chance he was a peak Golden Core cultivator—or even a Nascent Soul expert—then today would spell bitter suffering.
"Heh. How true it is that great men are ever forgetful. If you can't recall it yourself, then let it go. I make it a rule never to give my name to the dead." Wei Zhao smiled faintly, unbothered.
"What?!" The man in blue flew into a rage. He studied Wei Zhao's face for a moment, struck by a nagging sense of familiarity. Then, all at once, a jolt ran through him, and he stabbed a finger at Wei Zhao: "You're that escort!"
"Your memory's not half bad. Good—since you've worked it out yourself, at least you won't die with your eyes open. A fine thing, as far as you're concerned." Wei Zhao still leaned against the doorway, smiling with that same cool, indifferent ease.
"Hmph—die with my eyes open? Hahahaha!" Now that the man in blue had seen through Wei Zhao's true level, he was no longer tense as before. Brimming with brazen confidence, he doubled over with laughter. "Just an early-stage Golden Core ant, and your mouth is as big as ever! Heh heh, the four of you together didn't dare let out a single fart in front of me back then, and now that you're all alone, you've still got the nerve to swagger up and put on airs? You're the old man who hangs himself from the rafters—too tired of living to care!"
"Is that so funny?" A mocking curve lifted the corner of Wei Zhao's mouth.
"Of course it's funny. I've been out in this world for years, and I've never seen a fool like you. I spared your worthless life before, and now you've actually come crawling back onto this ship on your own. Someone in such a hurry to die—that's a rare sight!" The man in blue sneered. "Listen, boy—the Qingtian Escort Agency tosses you a few spirit jades and pays you a pittance. Is it worth selling your life for them like this? Or do you think snatching back the cargo we took makes you some kind of hero, all grand and glorious?"
"Heh. You're overthinking it. There's a ship sitting right here, ready to sail—I just hitched a ride, that's all. And while I was at it, I figured I'd honor a request and see the job done, seeing as someone asked me to. Who told you to be so unlucky as to run into me again?" Wei Zhao said lightly, betraying nothing.
"Heh heh, who are you calling unlucky? An early-stage Golden Core piece of trash, shooting off his mouth in front of me. Fine—I've got nothing better to do anyway. Today I'll teach you how the word 'death' is written!" With that, the man in blue exploded into motion, lunging straight for Wei Zhao.
"Oh? A stolen ship like this, and you're not afraid of kicking up a fuss and getting exposed?" Wei Zhao's lips curled in a light laugh. He kept his arms folded and did not strike.
"Hmph. So that's what you're counting on—thinking I'm afraid people will find out and won't dare touch you?" The man in blue kept charging forward, laughing all the while. "Hahahaha, a hopeless fool! What do you take this place for? This is the lawless Zhenduan sea lanes—murder and arson are everywhere, nobody gives a damn. Even if you told them I'm a pirate, you think anyone would help you? Utterly stupid!"
"So you're saying that even if someone dies here right now, no one will come to interfere?" Wei Zhao watched the man in blue, who in an instant had loomed over his head, and remained entirely unhurried.