Chapter 166 — A Big Gift (Please Cast Your Monthly Votes)
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"I don't know, but our vehicle is at a disadvantage. Catching him won't be easy," Li Yao said.
"Hm?" Zhang Long was about to say something when he saw, in the distance, that Wei Zhao's Beetle had pulled over to the roadside, and that Wei Zhao himself had gotten out and was standing in the middle of the road, walking toward their vehicle. "What the hell does he want?"
"Ha, he's announcing to us that he's spotted us. He's going to stand in the middle of the road, block us, and have a talk?" Li Yao guessed.
"Idiot." Zhang Long nodded at Li Yao's explanation — it was the only explanation there could be. Otherwise, what fool would stand in the middle of the road to stop a car? Was he not afraid of dying?
"Brother Long, should we stop and talk to him?" Li Yao asked.
"Stop? Stop my ass." Zhang Long sneered. "Since the bastard's looking for death, don't blame us for being unkind."
"You mean..." Li Yao was startled, and asked, not quite certain.
"Just run him over. Run him dead." Zhang Long gave a humph, a mocking smile sliding across his face. "A fine fighter at the peak of early Yellow Rank, dying in a car accident. Tsk tsk. How pitiful. He'll die with his eyes open."
"Ah... heh..." Li Yao understood. He had to admit Zhang Long's idea was simply vicious. A martial artist could die in battle, but he could not die for nothing. To fall to an enemy's dirty trick for no reason at all — he would not close his eyes in death.
With the two of them joining forces, killing Wei Zhao should not have been difficult. Yet Zhang Long could not even be bothered to lift a hand; he simply ordered that Wei Zhao be run over.
If Wei Zhao knew, he would surely weep without tears.
"Brother Long, that trick of yours is really vicious," Li Yao said, and made to accelerate.
"Don't accelerate," Zhang Long waved a hand.
"If we don't accelerate, how do we run him over?" Li Yao asked, startled.
"Pretend you're slowing down to stop. Then, when you're about twenty meters from him, floor it and run him down, catch him completely off guard," Zhang Long said. "Don't underestimate him. He is, after all, a fighter at the peak of early Yellow Rank. Let me ask you: if a car came at you, how sure are you that you could dodge?"
"If I knew in advance, at least eighty percent," Li Yao nodded in sincere agreement. "But if I didn't know, and it caught me off guard, then it'd be trouble... Brother Long, you really are careful and cautious."
"To run him over, of course we have to confuse him first," Zhang Long said. "Ha, it's funny just thinking about it... A fine Yellow Rank fighter, dying in a car accident... Ah, the world is fickle."
"Yeah, it really is funny," Li Yao said. "And this way, even less chance anyone suspects anything. The police will just call it a traffic accident, an accident..."
As the van drew near Wei Zhao, it began to slow and flicked on its turn signal, giving the impression that it meant to stop.
Wei Zhao stood in the middle of the road, quietly watching the van come toward him, the faintest smile on his lips the whole time.
He had warned Li Cihua before, but the man still would not open his eyes. Right after he refused him, he had sent men to make trouble for him. Then he could only give him a big gift...
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