Chapter 230 — You Cheated: This Time He Had No More Use for the Brat, So Wei Zhao Would Show No Mercy and Simply Knock Him Out

Wei Zhao did not get out. He stayed in the car, quietly watching the movements all around.

"Wei Zhao, get out." A man climbed down from the van and stood not far from Wei Zhao's car—none other than Black Panther, exactly as Wei Zhao had guessed.

"Peak of the late Yellow Rank?" Wei Zhao frowned. Being able to see another's true level of strength was one of his cheat-like gifts, but Black Panther's sudden leap from a man of no real ability to the peak of the late Yellow Rank still left him deeply puzzled.

He would have liked to watch a while longer, but Tang Yun was still up in the unfinished building, so Wei Zhao had no choice but to get out of the car. He had to finish Black Panther off as quickly as possible; otherwise Tang Yun might be in danger.

"Wei Zhao, didn't expect this, did you? That I'd escape from the police?" Black Panther looked at Wei Zhao the way one looks at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, his eyes full of bloodlust.

"No, I didn't." Wei Zhao nodded. "But there are also some things you won't have expected."

"What do you mean?" Black Panther was taken aback.

"Actually, I'm an early Yellow Rank expert!" The moment the words left his mouth, Wei Zhao's aura surged out, and he suppressed his strength to the early Yellow Rank.

"Hm?" Black Panther was briefly startled, then burst out laughing, full of mockery... Before he became a peak late Yellow Rank expert, he had had no idea how strong Wei Zhao was; he had simply assumed Wei Zhao was a little tougher than an ordinary man. But now he had unexpectedly learned that Wei Zhao was a Yellow Rank expert too!

But in Black Panther's eyes now, the early Yellow Rank was nothing at all. He possessed the strength of the peak of the late Yellow Rank, and to him an early Yellow Rank was as weak as a grown man compared to a newborn infant.

"What are you laughing at?" Wei Zhao asked mildly. "Haven't you heard how strength is ranked in the martial world? Heaven, Earth, Mystery, Yellow—Yellow may be the lowest, but it's already enough to run wild in the city. The early Yellow Rank is on par with a special forces soldier."

"Haha, of course I know." Black Panther nearly burst out laughing at Wei Zhao's words. With strength like yours, you're still showing off in front of me? You think you're something?

"Since you know, what are you still standing there for? Are you waiting for me, an early Yellow Rank expert, to send you to the Western Paradise?" Wei Zhao said carelessly.

"Ha!" Black Panther laughed again, a brilliant laugh. He truly did not know what arrogance was. To be so conceited at the early Yellow Rank? "Fine, then let me see for myself just how formidable this early Yellow Rank expert of yours is!"

Wei Zhao's manner today was thoroughly out of character, completely unlike his usual way of doing things. If Black Panther had understood Wei Zhao's temperament, he would certainly have sensed that something was off—Wei Zhao, who had never been one to show off, had suddenly turned arrogant and boastful...

But Black Panther did not know, and so he took Wei Zhao for a megalomaniac.

"Come on." Wei Zhao looked at Black Panther with disdain. "I'll show you what early Yellow Rank strength looks like!"

Wei Zhao struck a contemptuous pose.

Faced with such disdain, Black Panther gave a cold smile, as if he had written Wei Zhao off as an ignorant fool. His body shifted slightly, and he suddenly threw a punch straight at Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao smiled faintly and threw a punch of his own to meet Black Panther's fist.

Black Panther laughed inwardly at Wei Zhao's stupidity. With that little bit of strength, he dared to take a punch from the peak of the late Yellow Rank head-on? A single punch from the mid Yellow Rank was enough to badly wound an early Yellow Rank, let alone one from an expert at the peak of the late Yellow Rank like himself!

If he went all out, one punch would be enough to blast Wei Zhao, an early Yellow Rank, to death—but that was not what Black Panther wanted. According to Zhong Yongliang's instructions, he was to first beat Wei Zhao half to death, then drag him upstairs to watch Zou Ruoming and Tang Yun, and let him die in agony.

So, to keep from killing Wei Zhao outright, Black Panther used only mid Yellow Rank strength. Badly wounding Wei Zhao would be enough.

"Bang!" The two fists slammed together with a dull thud.

"You... you're not early Yellow Rank..." Black Panther's eyes were full of disbelief. Before he could say anything more, his whole body was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

Wei Zhao did not wait for Black Panther to land. He flashed to the man's side and planted a foot on his chest—crack, crack, the sound of ribs breaking...

Wei Zhao kicked him several more times. Black Panther's eyes rolled back and he passed out. Just before losing consciousness, he groaned in pain, "You... you cheated..."

Wei Zhao curled his lip. "My master said a qualified assassin stops at nothing."

In Wei Zhao's eyes there were no rules of the martial world at all; so long as he achieved his aim, that was enough. Talking about rules with an assassin was nonsense. If Wei Zhao had revealed from the start that he was at the peak of the late Yellow Rank, the same as Black Panther, then Black Panther would never have been so careless, nor would he have used only mid Yellow Rank power in his punch.

Though Wei Zhao was skilled in assassination and had the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art to aid him, defeating Black Panther was not impossible—it was only a matter of time. But the crux of the problem was that Wei Zhao did not have that much time!

Tang Yun was up there in the building. How could Wei Zhao afford to tangle with Black Panther for long? So he had simply played a trick, and to his surprise this idiot Black Panther had actually fallen for it. That intellect... ah, even Wei Zhao felt a little worried for him.

Such trickery was a little beneath contempt, but Wei Zhao had been raised from childhood under the influence of his master and Old Man Wei, two even more shameless creatures, and he had long since stopped caring about such things.

Wei Zhao glanced at Black Panther, then turned and walked toward Zhong Yongliang's Audi. If not for the fact that both Zhong Yongliang and Zou Ruoming knew about this affair, Wei Zhao would not have minded sending Black Panther on a little trip through time.

But since Zhong Yongliang and Zou Ruoming could not be killed for the moment, Wei Zhao could not kill Black Panther either. Even so, Black Panther was now a cripple—he might as well let that little tigress Qiu Lingshan have him.

Wei Zhao opened the Audi's door, hauled Zhong Yongliang to the front of the unfinished building, dumped him on the ground, then with a slight movement of his body leaped up to the second floor.

Like Spider-Man, Wei Zhao hooked his hands into the gaps between the bricks on the outside of the unfinished building and searched window after window for Tang Yun's figure...

When Wei Zhao saw an empty room where Tang Yun lay unharmed, the weight on his heart lifted at once. In fact, while he had been fighting Black Panther earlier, his ears had been fixed on the sounds from the unfinished building the whole time, and hearing nothing unusual, he knew Zou Ruoming probably had not made his move yet—which was why Wei Zhao had felt at ease enough to play with Black Panther for a while.