Wei Zhao had once been an assassin, and assassins stop at nothing when it comes to killing. Beyond the straightforward hit, the highest art of the trade was to borrow another's blade or to frame a man — if someone else's hand could do the killing, why not let it?

By now Wei Zhao had a fair grasp of the situation. Xie Yufeng's Lamborghini had been smashed, and Wu Chengtian's Audi happened to be parked in exactly the spot where the Lamborghini had stood the day before. So Xie Yufeng had naturally concluded that the owner of the Audi was the one who had wrecked his car.

And that Audi, in Xie Yufeng's eyes, must belong to Feng Xiaoxiao — because in the whole school she was the only one who drove an Audi. So Xie Yufeng had no doubt whatsoever, most likely, that his car had been smashed by Wei Zhao and Feng Xiaoxiao.

Xie Yufeng probably feared that smashing Wei Zhao's car would expose his own strength, or bring Wei Zhao down on him looking for trouble, so he had vented his spleen on Feng Xiaoxiao's car instead. What he never guessed was that Feng Xiaoxiao had not driven to school at all this morning — she had come in Wei Zhao's car. The Audi parked here belonged to Wu Chengtian.

What was Wu Chengtian's strength? What was Xie Yufeng's? Wei Zhao knew both perfectly well. If the two of them really came to blows, the one who suffered would be Wu Chengtian.

But Wei Zhao could not let Wu Chengtian suffer now. Compared with Xie Yufeng, Wei Zhao disliked Xie Yufeng more; and Wu Chengtian still owed him and Feng Xiaoxiao a feast. If the man got himself injured, what would there be left to eat?

So Wei Zhao spoke up, right on cue — and Xie Yufeng, right on cue, dispersed his true qi. His expression was one of utter pain and helplessness.

"Whoa, Brother Iron Hand, are you going to put on an Iron Hand demonstration? Hurry up and cripple this thing with your Iron Hand technique! The moment to show your heroic spirit has arrived!" The instant Feng Xiaoxiao saw Wu Chengtian and Xie Yufeng squared off, she began cheering. She, too, had no wish to see Wu the Iron Hand lose — after all, he still owed her a feast, and a dead man could not feed her.

"Is that so?" Wu Chengtian was overjoyed at her words. This girl has an eye for these things, he thought. The moment she arrives she plays right along with my showing off. A few more meals for her would be no loss at all! With her around from now on, my image as a hero will be firmly established — and Sun Jingyan will fall for me too!

"Of course! Look at any TV drama — you're basically the male lead. This is the moment when the hero unleashes his power! Finish him off, quick!" Feng Xiaoxiao kept up the flattery.

Xie Yufeng really was insufferably annoying, and Feng Xiaoxiao was furious with him. She had so little time left as it was, and in that little time she wanted to savor friendship and love to the full — yet this Xie Yufeng had to come barging in and spoil it all, wearing her patience down to nothing. The man was simply wasting her life! Where would Feng Xiaoxiao find the time to deal with him? So in her view, if Wu the Iron Hand would only unleash his power and beat Xie Yufeng into a cripple, leaving him in the hospital for a year or half a year, that would be perfect: by the time he got out, she would already be gone, and he would not even be able to find her for revenge — he would probably end up back in the hospital from sheer rage!

"All right! No problem! Watch me teach this little punk a lesson!" Feng Xiaoxiao's words had Wu Chengtian's blood up; he raised his hand and swung at Xie Yufeng.

Xie Yufeng's eyes brimmed with venomous hatred. He loathed Wei Zhao and Feng Xiaoxiao to death! These two — they never came early or late, they always arrived at the crucial moment. Was it deliberate?

And this trap with the smashed car — had they set it up on purpose?

Yet for all his fury, Xie Yufeng's head was still fairly clear. He knew this could not have been a setup, and could only take it as coincidence.

A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him; a gentleman may wait ten years for his revenge.

At that thought, Xie Yufeng drew a deep breath and looked at Wu Chengtian. "Brother, how much is your car worth? I'll pay you for it!"

"Pay?" Wu Chengtian flew into a rage. Do I look like a man who lacks money? I was going to use you to show off, and if you just pay up, how am I supposed to show off? Naturally Wu Chengtian could not let the matter drop so easily. Before Xie Yufeng could say another word, he roused his Iron Hand technique and began beating him savagely.

What humiliation for Xie Yufeng! The eldest young master of the Yu family, and in barely two days since arriving in Songshan City he had been beaten twice and pranked into injury once! Was a man even allowed to live?

What sort of people surrounded Wei Zhao? How were they all of this caliber?

Before Xie Yufeng could think further, the fist had already landed on him. He could only shield his vital points, crouch on the ground, and not dare resist — for fear Wei Zhao would detect the true qi within him.

Wei Zhao, you just wait. One day I will repay you the humiliation I suffer today, tenfold, a hundredfold!

After beating him a while, Wu Chengtian found that Xie Yufeng would not fight back, and it lost its savor. Beating a "dead man" did nothing to display Wu Chengtian's valor. So once his arm tired, he gave Xie Yufeng a kick and barked, "Dead or not? If you're not dead, get up and pay!"

Xie Yufeng was, after all, an expert at the peak of the early Xuan rank — how could a mere external-style fighter of the early Huang rank knock him out so easily? He climbed sullenly to his feet, drew a deep breath, and, forcing down his rage, asked, "How much?"

"Five million!" Wu Chengtian demanded, opening his mouth as wide as a lion's.

"Huh?" Xie Yufeng was stunned. Five million for an Audi? What kind of joke was this? Five million could buy ten of them!

"Hurry up, no more nonsense. Or do you want another beating? Didn't I beat you enough just now?" Wu Chengtian glared and roared.

"You son of a—" Xie Yufeng truly could endure no more! An external-style fighter of the early Huang rank dared to speak to him in such a tone? Did the man have a death wish? Xie Yufeng's rage had reached its limit. He felt an urge — even if it meant exposing his strength, he would kill this creature before him! And if Wei Zhao interfered, he would cut Wei Zhao down on the spot as well!

Even if some power came investigating afterward, Xie Yufeng could simply claim he had not known Wei Zhao's background, that it was a tragedy that had grown out of a quarrel over a smashed car. Ignorance is no crime, is it? It was not as if he had done it on purpose. Besides, the other side's man had struck first.

Wang Congming saw that Xie Yufeng was about to reveal his strength and was frightened half to death. He scrambled over on hands and knees and caught Xie Yufeng's hand. "Young Master Xie, endure! We must endure!"

"Hoo..." Xie Yufeng drew a deep breath. He knew he had been a little rash. Some matters could not be smoothed over with a mere "ignorance is no crime." When the Xiao family and the Yu family had bullied Gu Pengzhan, they too could have pleaded ignorance — who could have known that behind Gu Pengzhan stood a power like Wei Zhao?

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