Chapter 2949 — The Cruel Zhao Qibing

"Crack!"

With a sharp snap, Wei Zhao's right leg was kicked and broken by Zhao Qibing!

"You fucking bastard Wei Zhao, letting you hit my legs — felt good, did it? Well, now it's my turn! Go to hell!" With that, Zhao Qibing lifted his leg again and kicked at Wei Zhao's left leg!

"Crack!"

Another sharp snap, and Wei Zhao's left leg broke as well. With both legs broken, Wei Zhao collapsed onto the ground, yet he did not so much as grunt — he simply endured the pain of his shattered legs.

"Stomp! Stomp! Stomp, stomp, stomp!" Zhao Qibing had grown addicted to breaking legs; he leapt up in excitement, planted both feet on Wei Zhao's broken legs, and trampled back and forth across them, shouting in glee with every stomp as though he were playing a most amusing game.

Wei Zhao lay on the ground, his face expressionless. Today's events had taught him a lesson: that even the words of one's own underling must be treated with vigilance, for even one's own underlings might be kept in the dark!

Watching Zhao Qibing trample the man, Zhao Qitan felt his heart about to explode with fright, yet seeing that Wei Zhao did not cry out in pain, Zhao Qitan secretly admired him — he had never imagined that Wei Zhao could remain so staunch even without true qi to shield his body.

In truth, this little bit of pain was nothing much to Wei Zhao; he had hurt himself far worse with compressed true qi bombs, and he had endured that. His only regret was that he had not worn the mid-grade golden cicada undergarment here — after the trial, he had taken the golden cicada undergarment off and put it away.

Still, he reflected that even had he worn it, Master Zhao was already an expert of the early Heaven rank, and there was no way Wei Zhao could have left unscathed.

At this moment Zhao Qitan naturally could not show the slightest sympathy. Watching Zhao Qibing madly stomp on Wei Zhao, he too put on a look of utter excitement and brought his foot down on Wei Zhao's arm: "Wei Zhao, I've been sick of you for ages! What makes you fit to be my leader? What the hell are you? I'll stomp you to death!"

"Crack!"

Another sharp snap, and Wei Zhao's arm broke as well...

"Zhao Qitan, very good. I've finally seen through you." Wei Zhao's voice was freezing cold, chilling enough to make Zhao Qitan shiver involuntarily!

But Zhao Qitan did not believe that Wei Zhao could fail to see that he was only pretending; moreover, judging from Wei Zhao's earlier remark about "seeing through his act," Wei Zhao ought already to have understood that he wanted to save him.

"Is that so? Well, my apologies — it's already too late!" With that, Zhao Qitan stomped on Wei Zhao's other arm, producing another sharp "crack," and Wei Zhao's left arm broke too!

"Hmph." Wei Zhao gave a cold snort and said nothing more.

After stomping, Zhao Qitan stepped away. He was not like Zhao Qibing, who seemed to want to dance the zombie dance on Wei Zhao's legs, stomping the bones of his legs until they cracked and crunched and were about to be ground to bone dust!

"Finished stomping? Then I'll keep going!" Zhao Qibing clearly had not had his fill from stomping only Wei Zhao's legs; he ran over, took over from Zhao Qitan, and began a crushing trample on Wei Zhao's arms as well.

"What's the point? If you've got the guts, stomp him to death!" Zhao Qitan curled his lip and shot Zhao Qibing a look of utter contempt.

"Don't you provoke me — you think I don't dare?" Zhao Qibing was thoroughly annoyed at Zhao Qitan's challenge and answered with a cold snort.

"Then go ahead and stomp. Just make sure that when you're done, you announce to the world that you have nothing to do with our Hidden Zhao family. Then when Wei Zhao's ancient underling comes looking for revenge, I won't have to compete with you for the position of young heir anymore," Zhao Qitan said indifferently.

"You think I'm stupid?" Zhao Qibing stomped a couple more times, then, his interest gone, walked off to one side and said to Master Zhao, "Grandfather, the matter of shattering his meridians and breaking his dantian is best left to you. I can't do it well, and I doubt Zhao Qitan could do any better."

Master Zhao watched his two grandsons mock each other, his face utterly blank; he merely nodded, rose to his feet, walked over to Wei Zhao, reached out, and began slapping and striking him all over his body!

Shattering another's meridians was rather difficult work; with Wei Zhao's true qi no longer shielding his body, however, it became much easier — Master Zhao need only find the right spots and strike directly.

So Master Zhao worked from top to bottom, shattering every meridian in Wei Zhao's body, then struck out to break Wei Zhao's dantian; only then did he rise in satisfaction and say, "Qibing, Qitan, see Wei Zhao home. He is our honored guest — he came to our home for a meal, so of course we must send him back!"

"Yes, Grandfather!" Zhao Qibing and Zhao Qitan answered together, cupping their fists.

"Old Mian, spread the news that Wei Zhao has been poisoned and injured — especially to the Qianshan Sect, the Jinzhong Sect, the Hidden Right family, and the Hidden Yu family. Let none of them miss it!" Master Zhao continued.

"Yes, Family Head!" Old Mian nodded in answer.

And so Wei Zhao was carried out of the Hidden Zhao family residence by Zhao Qibing and Zhao Qitan. Zhao Qibing laughed as he walked, though the look he cast at Zhao Qitan was somewhat cold and sinister; he felt that Zhao Qitan had stolen the position of young heir from him, and he was unwilling to accept it. Once they were out the door, he could not resist sneering, "Some people will truly stop at nothing to climb the ladder — selling out even their own leader. Truly a freak of nature."

"The wise adapt to circumstances, Zhao Qibing. You were nothing but a bastard son before — what makes you think you could contend with me?" Zhao Qitan retorted with a contemptuous sneer.

"Hmph, bastard son I may be, but I am still the true-born son of the current young heir, Zhao Guangyin. And you? You're nothing but a collateral-descendant whelp!" Zhao Qibing curled his lip and shot back.

They got into the car. Zhao Qibing drove while Zhao Qitan guarded Wei Zhao in the back, and all the way back to Wei Zhao's villa in the Xueshang residential compound. Arriving at the gate, they did not knock; Zhao Qibing simply pulled the car's horn, which blared like a train coming through — wailing and thundering — deafening not only the people inside Wei Zhao's villa, but the residents of the surrounding villas as well.

"What the hell's wrong with them? Who the fuck wants to die and comes driving a train through here?" Before anyone had even come out of Wei Zhao's villa, a resident of the compound who was on his way home saw a Porsche Cayenne blaring its horn up ahead, the sound shaking the heavens, and flew into a rage on the spot!

Driving a Porsche Cayenne and thinking you're driving a train? Then since I'm driving an Aston Martin Virage, does that mean I can fly it like a rocket? This man was no good sort to begin with — he had made his fortune through demolition and was a man of considerable skill, with a gray identity half underworld and half legitimate. Right then and there he got out of his car, meaning to go teach this reckless rich kid ahead a lesson.

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