Chapter 4440 — Slapping His Own Face
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"You all saw that, didn't you? That is what they call sophistry!" Qi Mingyuan finally could contain his anger no longer. Though he did not curse aloud, he had all but torn off the mask of civility on the spot. Pointing at Hai Wuliang, he said loudly, "Since that's how it is, Chief Escort Hai, then tell us—how exactly did we cheat? Let everyone here judge!"
At this sight, every face in the crowd wore the look of one settling in for a good show. By the set of things, the Skysupport Escort Agency was about to challenge the Four Seas Escort Agency to its face—a full-blown public brawl was about to unfold!
"You call it sophistry?" Hai Wuliang's face went utterly grim. "There are only three places in this whole arena where cargo can be hidden—the ship, the reefs, the sea. Now all three are impossible. So I can only suspect that this Ling Yi of your agency never hid the cargo at all—he ground it to powder and destroyed it!"
At this, Zhao Bufan and the others could not help nodding. That really was possible. If it had not been destroyed, the cargo could hardly have vanished into thin air, could it?
"Hmph. This is a cargo-hiding contest, not a cargo-destroying contest. If that isn't cheating, what is?" Hai Wuliang said with smug certainty.
Qi Mingyuan and Qi Wenmo turned to look at Wei Zhao, and now even they felt unsure. They believed Wei Zhao would not do such a thing, but Hai Wuliang's argument was not wrong either—the cargo could not truly have vanished into thin air, could it?
"Well said. But Chief Escort Hai, if I produce the cargo, then I suppose you'll have to swallow those words of yours?" Wei Zhao said unhurriedly, his voice mild.
"Hmph! If you can produce it, I'll not only swallow my words—I'll slap myself twice across the face right here!" Hai Wuliang laughed heartily, every inch the bold chieftain who owned his deeds.
"Heh." Wei Zhao gave him a mocking glance, and before everyone's eyes turned and walked into the black-curtained Number Thirty area. Before anyone could react, he was already out again—except now he carried a cargo chest in his hands.
"Impossible!" Hai Wuliang was utterly dumbfounded. To become overlord of the South Continent's escort trade, he was naturally no fool—yet now he suddenly felt his mind had stopped working.
Nor was it only Hai Wuliang. Zhao Bufan and the rest all wore the faces of men who had seen a ghost. How in the hell had he done it?
"What was it you said just now, Chief Escort Hai?" Qi Mingyuan needled him without missing a beat, and at the same time gave Wei Zhao a thumbs-up. He did not know exactly how the trick had been worked, but their honorary chief escort was truly a master—he had toyed with Hai Wuliang and his lot in the palm of his hand without even trying. One could only submit.
The whole crowd turned as one to stare at Hai Wuliang, every face wearing the look of spectators unwilling to miss a moment of the drama, all eager to see whether this Chief Escort Hai would go back on his word before them all.
Crack! Crack!
In full view of everyone, Hai Wuliang without a word dealt himself two great slaps across the face, then said, "My apologies—my judgment just now was mistaken. Are you satisfied now?"
Looking at the vivid red finger-marks on both his cheeks, Wei Zhao and Qi Mingyuan exchanged a glance, and both thought privately: this one really does deserve to be called a chieftain. To slap his own face before so many people—most men could never do it so cleanly.
But in doing so, the situation that had been so greatly to their advantage was dissolved by those two slaps from the other side! (To be continued)