Chapter 955 — I Had No Choice but to Strike First

"Fine, I'll go right now," Li Cihua said with a nod.

"Where are you two going?" A voice suddenly rang out, startling Zhao Qibing and Li Cihua half to death.

"Wei Zhao?" Zhao Qibing froze, then stared at the newcomer in disbelief. And who else could it be but Wei Zhao?

"Were you looking for me? If so, there's no need to go—I'm here." Wei Zhao regarded Zhao Qibing with a hint of mockery. "Your leg's healed? No wonder you're hopping around so lively. Seems to me you'd be better off sitting quietly in that wheelchair."

"What's that supposed to mean? Wei Zhao, you're finished—crippled—and you still dare show your face here? Tired of living, are you?" Zhao Qibing was baffled by Wei Zhao's words. Had water gotten into the man's brain? When you had strength, I put up with your arrogance. But now you've got nothing—and you're still acting tough with me?

"Who told you I'm finished?" Wei Zhao looked at Zhao Qibing with some surprise. "Did you not sleep well? Can't tell dreaming from reality? Seeing hallucinations?"

Zhao Qibing was momentarily stunned by Wei Zhao's words, but then he thought: Wei Zhao being crippled was something he'd personally sent someone to verify—there couldn't be any mistake. With that, he forced himself to appear calm. "Wei Zhao, drop the act. The bald man in the parking lot outside the Starlight Radiance Grand Hotel was someone I hired. I know your situation inside and out. You still want to scare me? Is Gu Pengzhan really out of options, forced to send you here to hold me steady?"

"Oh?" Wei Zhao frowned slightly. So the man in the parking lot had been hired by Zhao Qibing!

"If I'm not mistaken, Gu Pengzhan is probably packing his things right now, planning to flee, isn't he? Sending you here to stall for time?" Seeing Wei Zhao's earlier frown, Zhao Qibing took it as confirmation that he'd hit the mark, and smugly continued to exercise his powers of deduction. "But Wei Zhao, are you stupid? How can you be this stupid? In a situation like this, you're still risking your life for Gu Pengzhan—how much is he paying you? He sent you here to scare me, which means he's using you as cannon fodder. Do you think you can still walk out of here once you've come? Don't you know I've wanted you dead for a long time?"

"Oh, it wasn't Uncle Chu who sent me. I came on my own," Wei Zhao said, mercilessly demolishing Zhao Qibing's deduction.

"Gah?" Zhao Qibing was taken aback, then pressed on. "I get it—you've always been in love with that little wench Gu Mengyao, haven't you? For her sake, you willingly sacrificed yourself! Am I right? Ah, since ancient times, retainers are ever sentimental, willing to die for their young mistress. I never thought I'd see a modern version! Wahaha, it's just too touching!"

"Your leg's healed, but something's gone wrong with your head?" Wei Zhao looked at the self-satisfied Zhao Qibing and shook his head regretfully. "Seems you'll be needing that wheelchair after all. If your IQ keeps developing like this, I'm afraid the terminal stage will be a vegetative state."

"Damn you, what did you say?" Zhao Qibing slammed the table and pointed at the wheelchair not far behind him. "Wei Zhao, you come to my place and still dare talk like that—you really do want to die! Make me sit in a wheelchair? Do you know why I didn't throw this wheelchair away after I was done with it?"

"Because you already predicted the wheelchair would still be useful?" Wei Zhao looked at Zhao Qibing with some surprise.

"Ha! You're not so stupid after all! You know this wheelchair is prepared for you?" Zhao Qibing burst out laughing. "That's right—in a little while, I'll have you walk in and roll out!"

"Oh, so it's not me who's stupid, it's you." Wei Zhao shook his head regretfully. "Wrong answer. I thought you were a prophesying soldier like Yan Shuyu—I see now you know you'll be needing that wheelchair again soon!"

"Medicine King! Restrain this brat for me—I'm going to break his legs myself!" Zhao Qibing was furious. In his fantasy, when he next met Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao should have been kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, sniveling and weeping, pleading with him. But Wei Zhao had no strength left, and yet was still this arrogant!

This created a vast gulf between Zhao Qibing's ideals and reality, and he was extremely displeased. He could still take revenge on Wei Zhao now, but it wouldn't be as satisfying as the fantasy!

"Yes!" Medicine King answered. He had long since heard the commotion and had been waiting at the side, poised to strike.

Though Medicine King was not skilled in combat, subduing the now-powerless Wei Zhao was an easy task for him. Medicine King was the person most confident that Wei Zhao had lost all his strength—it was he who had originally analyzed and deduced that Wei Zhao no longer had any power!

So Medicine King casually reached out a palm to grab Wei Zhao!

But the very next moment, he was horrified to discover that he had not caught Wei Zhao at all!

"Huh? You've lost your strength, yet you can still run this fast?" Medicine King looked at Wei Zhao, who had swiftly dodged to one side, and said in disbelief, "Not bad, this life-saving skill of yours. Can't win a fight, so you run—but unfortunately, in a few days your legs will surely be crippled by Young Master Bing. No matter how good your qinggong is, it'll be useless! Right, Young Master Bing? Gahaha!"

Having spent so much time with Young Master Bing, he had learned the man's laugh, and now he mimicked it to perfection.

Yet after speaking, Medicine King looked toward Young Master Bing—and did not see the expected sight of Young Master Bing joining in with roaring laughter. At that moment, Young Master Bing was staring wide-eyed at him in horror, which left Medicine King baffled. "Young Master Bing, what's wrong?"

"You... on your body..." Young Master Bing's eyes were wide, as if he had seen a ghost. He pointed at Medicine King and spoke in disbelief.

"What's on my body..." Medicine King lowered his head in puzzlement to look at himself, and the sight gave him a fright. "Gah?"

Medicine King was stunned to discover that his entire body, at some unknown point, had been covered densely with silver needles! He suddenly recalled that when he had reached out to catch Wei Zhao earlier, he had felt a faint stinging sensation all over—but he hadn't paid it any mind at the time!

Because he had studied medicine, he knew the human body sometimes produced neurological itching and stinging—nothing rare about it—so he hadn't cared. But now he realized it was nothing of the sort!

"You... what did you do to me?" Medicine King stared at Wei Zhao in shock, his face full of terror.

"Nothing much. Aren't you good at harming people? I heard you were coming to my home to poison me?" Wei Zhao shrugged, looking somewhat innocent. "So I had no choice but to strike first. But I hear you're quite formidable—surely you can handle this yourself, right?"

"What exactly did you do to me? What are these silver needles for?" Cold sweat instantly poured down Medicine King's face. He had once seen this silver-needle technique of Wei Zhao's used on Li Dilei—but this time, he had no idea whether it was the same as before.

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