Chapter 4351 — They Came Knocking
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As the two of them were talking, a sudden commotion broke out beyond the agency gates—a clamor of noise and voices, as though a good many people had arrived.
"Could my father have come back?" Qi Wenmo wondered aloud. His old man had lately been busy preparing for the Southern Continent Escort Agency Grand Gathering, the agency's foremost undertaking, so under normal circumstances he should not be returning. Still, the agency had been swindled so badly by Wei Zhaotong this time, and that was no small matter either—it was entirely possible he would come back in person to deal with it.
But just as Qi Wenmo and Wei Zhao exchanged glances, a guard came dashing in, his face stricken. "Something's wrong, Young Master! That wretch Cheng Qitian has brought men and barricaded our gate!"
"Cheng Qitian? Has the fool taken leave of his senses, daring to bring men to block the gates of our Qingtian Escort Agency?" Qi Wenmo was struck dumb.
The Poison Eye Mercenary Corps might plague the region, and many turned pale at the mere mention of them, but he had never taken them too seriously—especially after leading men against them in several fierce clashes over the past two years. Cheng Qitian was no match for him at all, and had been sent fleeing, routed, time and again.
So thoroughly cowed was the lofty Young Master Cheng that every time he set eyes on Qi Wenmo, his heart quailed and his legs turned to jelly. And if the fellow's father, Cheng Haonan, should take the field, then his own father would step up in person as well. What did he have to fear?
Qi Wenmo was still baffled, but beside him Wei Zhao understood perfectly well. After the drubbing he had given the man at the docks earlier, this Young Master Cheng had surely gone back to fetch reinforcements and was out to recover his face.
"Brother Ling, stay here and keep drinking. I'll go out and take a look—I'll be back shortly." Qi Wenmo rose to his feet at once. Cheng Qitian was, after all, the young master of the Poison Eye Mercenary Corps; if he did not go out in person, the rest of the agency would have a hard time handling him.
"Brother Qi, I'd better come with you. If I'm not mistaken, this fellow is here for me." Wei Zhao shook his head with a smile.
"Eh?" Qi Wenmo was at a loss, then suddenly clapped himself on the head. "Right! Brother Ling, you two ganged up and wounded Old Kong back then. With this fellow's petty, spiteful nature, he certainly wouldn't let you off easily. But after all this time, coming to block our gate over a trifle like that—is the man out of his mind?"
"Ah, well, that may not be quite it. There's actually something I didn't get a chance to tell you, Brother Qi—before we came back to the agency just now, I had another fight with them at the docks..." Wei Zhao pinched his nose.
"What? Brother Ling, you're not hurt, are you? That scum Cheng Qitian knows nothing but bullying others on the strength of his position, dragging Old Kong around to throw his weight about every day. A fine expert at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage, reduced to a dog kept by his household—but that dog is a formidable one. Brother Ling, if you run into them again alone in the future, it's better to hold your temper." Qi Wenmo hastened to advise him.
"There's no need to give them such a wide berth, actually. That dog you just mentioned—I crippled him a moment ago." Wei Zhao shrugged and spread his hands.
"Er..." Qi Wenmo's face turned strange all at once. He looked Wei Zhao up and down afresh, his gaze as though beholding a monster. He had already thought highly of Wei Zhao's strength, yet it turned out he had greatly underestimated him still. He could not help asking, "Forgive my curiosity, Brother Ling—you're still an expert at the Golden Core stage, aren't you?"
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