Chapter 768 — Tampered With

"Hah. I hope everything you've said is true. Better not try any tricks — you'll only end up eating your own bitter fruit." Wei Zhao nodded. He had no wish to linger either, and left Zhao Qibing's office with Tang Yun, Mother Tang, Gu Mengyao, and Shen Yushu.

As Shen Yushu was leaving, she seemed a little reluctant to go: "Zhao Qibing, when your tower collapsed last time — was there any video?"

"What do you want it for?" Zhao Qibing frowned, thinking what a nuisance this Shen Yushu was.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought it would be fun. I'd like to see it," Shen Yushu said.

"No, there isn't! Now get going!" Zhao Qibing was furious. He waved her off impatiently.

"Oh, what a pity. Then next time your tower collapses, be sure to let me know in advance so I can come and watch!" Shen Yushu said, disappointed.

"There won't be a next time!" Zhao Qibing nearly leapt out of his wheelchair. Goddamn it, are you here on purpose to pick a fight? Just you wait — I'll blow you to bits!

"Xiaoshu!" Gu Mengyao tugged at Shen Yushu, telling her not to talk nonsense. This was someone else's turf, after all, and Gu Mengyao feared that Shen Yushu's loose tongue might cause trouble.

Shen Yushu stuck out her tongue and followed Wei Zhao out of the office. The group took the elevator down to the underground parking garage.

Meanwhile, back in the office, Zhao Qibing, Li Cihua, Su Jiaonang, and Zhang Yuzhou went into the adjacent surveillance room, and once they saw on the monitors that Wei Zhao and his companions had all gotten into the car, they burst into jubilant laughter.

"Haha! What use is Wei Zhao's martial arts now? He'll still be blown to death by a bomb!" Zhao Qibing laughed.

"Exactly. He won't live long enough to cash that check. When it goes 'bang' and explodes, the check will be blown to powder — he won't be able to cash it," Su Jiaonang said with a cold sneer.

Earlier, when Zhao Qibing and Li Cihua had been discussing the matter, it was Su Jiaonang who suggested paying Wei Zhao and the others by check. A bank transfer, once made, could not be taken back; but with a check, so long as the check was blown to shreds, not a single cent would be lost from the bank account.

"Mm, Su Jiaonang, you're a sly one. Not a bad trick at all — it kills Wei Zhao and saves us a fortune at the same time!" Zhao Qibing said approvingly.

"Ha, isn't that thanks to Young Master Bing's training? Such petty tricks are beneath Young Master Bing's notice. Young Master Bing is a man who does great things; scheming like this is best left to us underlings," Su Jiaonang said modestly.

"Mm. Zhang Yuzhou, there's no problem with the time bomb?" Zhao Qibing nodded and looked at Zhang Yuzhou.

"Don't worry, Young Master Bing. What I got is N explosive — a whole big pack of it. Never mind a van; it could level a tower!" Zhang Yuzhou said smugly. "This time, I refuse to believe Wei Zhao can survive. The only worry is that when it blows, it might take others with it..."

"Take others with it? Then that's none of our business. Who told those idiots to park near their car? If they get blown up, they deserve it!" Why would Zhao Qibing care whether others lived or died? As he saw it, so long as Wei Zhao died, that was enough. Whether others died was simply their own bad luck.

"True enough. Who told them to get close to Wei Zhao's car? If they're blown up, they deserve it!" Zhang Yuzhou echoed. "I've set the bomb to go off in twenty minutes. Given the current traffic, in twenty minutes it's absolutely impossible to get from Qibing Tower to the First People's Hospital, the villa where Wei Zhao lives, the First Expert, or the nearest bank for cashing the check — any of them. So unless Wei Zhao stops the car in the middle of the road and gets out, he's as good as dead."

"Good. Then let's sit back and wait for the good news!" Zhao Qibing nodded, feeling immensely pleased. What goes around comes around — the time simply hadn't come yet. And now? However formidable Wei Zhao was, however great an expert, in the end wouldn't he still be blown to death by his own hand?

Wei Zhao got into the car. The moment he started the engine, the jade pendant gave a leap, and a signal of danger came through.

So there really was something wrong. Wei Zhao's heart tightened, and without betraying anything he shut off the engine again.

"Click... click..."

From inside the car came a faint sound, like the second hand of a mechanical watch.

A time bomb — that was Wei Zhao's first thought.

Though it had already been more than a month since he came to Songshan City, Wei Zhao had not forgotten the cruelty of the battlefield.

No such sound could possibly come from inside a car. And since the jade pendant had already sent him a signal of danger, Wei Zhao had no doubt that a time bomb had been planted in his car.

In an instant, Wei Zhao understood why Zhao Qibing had asked him to come today to discuss the demolition compensation. So that was what he had been scheming.

Keep him steady during the negotiations, then, in the empty parking garage beneath the tower, plant a time bomb on his car without the slightest scruple.

That way, once he drove out of the tower, before long the bomb would go off, and he and everyone in the car would be blown to bits. A fine little plan indeed.

And so Wei Zhao also understood why Zhao Qibing had not paid by transfer, but with a check instead.

After the car exploded, the check would naturally be shredded, and not a cent would be lost from the bank account. Zhao Qibing was no fool.

Having figured out Zhao Qibing's aim, Wei Zhao gave a faint, cold smile. Telling him not to meddle in the shantytown demolition? What a fine excuse.

Had it been anyone less vigilant, they would already have fallen into the trap. Fortunately, Wei Zhao had never trusted Zhao Qibing from the very beginning, and had stayed on his guard throughout.

Without betraying a thing, Wei Zhao started the car again and drove out of the underground garage of Qibing Tower. Once he was on the main road, he quickly pulled the car over into a blind spot at the roadside — a corner that could not be clearly seen from the top of the tower.

An evil plan had already taken shape in Wei Zhao's mind, so he could not let Zhao Qibing and Li Cihua see what he was doing now.

In fact, Zhao Qibing, Li Cihua, and the others were already wild with joy. They paid no attention at all to where Wei Zhao went after leaving Qibing Tower, because it made no difference where he went — he could not escape death. So why bother watching him? The more attention they paid, the greater the chance someone might later connect Wei Zhao's death to them.

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