Chapter 2322 — For No Reason?

Ah, strength—when all was said and done, it still came down to strength! Failing to finish off Tagan Long left a hidden danger that would always remain. He could only hope the man had been crippled for good, unable to recover.

"Mid Earth-rank, yet able to unleash a seventh-form martial technique?" A flicker of doubt crossed the Third Boss's eyes. "How is that possible?"

"No need to play dumb. This whole thing was your scheme from the start, wasn't it? Don't tell me these guards have nothing to do with you. What I hate most is clever little men like you." Wei Zhao spoke flatly.

"Brat, so you've decided to make an enemy of us?" The Third Boss's face turned grim, and the aura around him swelled by degrees—from utter calm to a surging tide of true qi in an instant, revealing the full cultivation of a peak late Earth-rank expert. "You may be able to unleash a seventh-form martial technique, but against me you're still far too weak. I am a peak late Earth-rank expert of complete mastery, able to unleash a tenth-form martial technique. Cross blows with me, and you die! Tell me where you come from. I don't care what backing you have behind you—today, you owe us an explanation!"

"An explanation? Who do you think you are?" Wei Zhao sneered coldly.

"Even if you were from an ancient sect, this matter could not be let go so easily today!" the Third Boss said frigidly.

"An ancient sect?" Wei Zhao curled his lip.

The Third Boss was taken aback. Seeing Wei Zhao's expression, it seemed he held ancient sects in a certain contempt? His heart sank, and suddenly a possibility came to him—a dreadful possibility. His voice began to tremble. "Could it be... you are from that place?"

"That place? What place?" Wei Zhao was briefly puzzled.

"Phew..." Seeing that Wei Zhao's confusion did not seem feigned, the Third Boss breathed a sigh of relief. So long as he was not from "that place," all was well. The Fire Wolf Gang and the Red Conch, joining hands, might not fear that place—but a mere branch Third Boss like himself could not possibly stand against them!

Wei Zhao frowned and filed away those four words. That place? What place was it, exactly? It seemed very powerful? Seemed even more formidable than the ancient sects?

"No need to fish for information. I belong to no sect and no faction," Wei Zhao said mildly.

"No sect and no faction?" A cold gleam flashed through the Third Boss's eyes. "Good. Very good! No sect and no faction—since you won't talk, then stay here forever, and pay with your life for my brothers!"

"So you finally admit these men are yours?" Wei Zhao regarded the Third Boss with a half-smile.

"A dying man—what does it matter if I admit it?" The Third Boss had already set his mind on killing Wei Zhao. Since Wei Zhao refused to say where he came from, and the surveillance footage here had recorded the whole scene, then even if someone came looking later, he could use the footage to wash his hands clean of it all!

Even if Wei Zhao truly came from that place, if Wei Zhao himself would not admit it, then his death would be in vain. Who told you not to speak?

"Since you've admitted it, then I'll admit it too." Wei Zhao smiled slightly. "Third Boss of the Red Conch, I came here looking for trouble with you in the first place. If you hadn't seized my girlfriend, I wouldn't even have known how to draw you out. But you came running here to die yourself—so you can't blame anyone else!"

"You know who I am?" The Third Boss's brows knitted slightly. He realized he seemed to have gotten one thing wrong. From beginning to end, he had assumed Wei Zhao had come to stand up for Sun Jingyan—but now it appeared otherwise. Wei Zhao had known his identity all along, and had plainly declared that he had come looking for him!

"Naturally." Wei Zhao said mildly, "The renowned Red Conch! You stole my car, so naturally I came looking for you..."

"Stole your car? You... you're with the Mysterious Investigation Bureau?" The Third Boss was startled and asked instinctively.

An ordinary car would never have caught the Third Boss's notice, but Wei Zhao's Grand Cherokee bore a Mysterious Investigation Bureau plate—perfect cover for their drug-running. So the Third Boss had naturally paid it some attention.

"No. But your Second Boss was taken down by me." Wei Zhao said mildly. "There was also some death-squad fellow—I killed him too. And your business partner in the mundane world, the Yu family—I wiped them out as well..."

"You... just who are you?" The more the Third Boss heard, the more alarmed he became. So this man before him was a sworn enemy of the Red Conch! Yet piecing these matters together, a name suddenly came to him. "You... you're Wei Zhao?"

"You know me?" Wei Zhao was somewhat surprised. He had not expected the Third Boss to have heard his name.

"So it really is you!" A look of dawning realization spread across the Third Boss's face. "Fighting above your rank—I should have known. Who else but someone from that place could have such ability? So you are the legendary Wei Zhao!"

"Since you know me, this is simple enough. If you don't want to die in agony, tell me a few things, and perhaps I'll let you go," Wei Zhao said mildly.

"You? Let me go?" The Third Boss burst out laughing. "A mid Earth-rank expert like you, saying such things to me?"

"A mid Earth-rank can still beat you to death. Try me if you don't believe it!" Wei Zhao said indifferently. Though the Third Boss's cultivation was peak late Earth-rank, the sheer volume of his true qi was clearly far weaker than that of the Fifth Protector from before—and the present Wei Zhao could already hold his own against that Fifth Protector, let alone this Third Boss before him!

By the theory of the Frenzied Fire Eight-Trigram Palm, Wei Zhao's third form was equivalent to the sixth form of the Frenzied Fire Fist, so his fifth form was equivalent to the tenth form of the Frenzied Fire Fist—that is, an eleventh-form martial technique, with the same effect as possessing the Frenzied Fire Divine Bullet. Naturally, it could suppress the Fifth Protector's tenth-form martial technique!

Of course, in a head-on clash, Wei Zhao would likely be gravely wounded as well. That was the choice of last resort; unless it was absolutely necessary, Wei Zhao did not want to trade blows directly with the Third Boss. Even if he did kill the Third Boss, he himself would probably not come out of it well!

And most important of all: once the Third Boss was dead, everything he wanted to ask would be lost forever!

"Wei Zhao, so far as I know, our Red Conch has never offended you. The Yu family of the mundane world offended you and was wiped out—I have nothing to say about that. The Second Boss and the death-squad went looking for you of their own accord—I have nothing to say about that either. But for you to come killing your way into the Red Conch headquarters for no reason at all—do you really think we're soft persimmons to be squeezed at your whim?" The Third Boss gave a cold laugh, speaking with some vexation.

"For no reason?" Wei Zhao also gave a cold laugh. "You sent men to provoke me first, and now you've seized my girlfriend—and you call that no reason?"

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