Chapter 372 - 286: Murder for Treasure?
After a brief reflection, he concluded that Lin Lang was merely someone who didn’t know his own limitations, presumptuous because he possessed some cultivation.
Then, with a cold snort, he said:
"Yesterday you sparred with Fang Yao and won, but that’s not all; why did you seal his Superpower Core? Isn’t that going too far!"
Hearing this, Lin Lang found it somewhat amusing, thinking that this fat man was actually speaking up for that brash Fang Yao!
Who knows what the relationship between those two actually is?
Lin Lang, keeping a calm demeanor, slowly said to Zhao Jinyuan:
"After all, I’m the judge here; what right does he have to challenge me at will?"
"Since he lost, naturally he must accept punishment! Besides, I only sealed his Ability for three days..."
"Had I known he was so stubborn and still dared to find someone to back him up, I should have directly finished him off then."
...
Upon hearing Lin Lang’s words, Zhao Jinyuan’s face turned livid with anger, yet he still lowered his voice:
"You are too rude! Fang Yao is my nephew!"
The look in his eyes seemed as though he could swallow Lin Lang whole in the next second.
Lin Lang remained indifferent, his lips curving slightly with a hint of disdain as he said:
"No wonder he behaves like that."
This statement was like pouring oil on the fire, leading Zhao Jinyuan’s anger to erupt completely.
He trembled all over with rage, yet laughed in fury:
"Well, well, well! Is this your attitude towards me? The world truly is in chaos when a clown like you dares to speak disrespectfully to a figure like me! If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you probably don’t know your place!"
At this moment, Zhao Jinyuan was entirely devoid of the usual steadiness he displayed on the judge’s seat, blinded by his fury.
Lin Lang merely raised his eyelids slightly, his gaze calmly fixed on Zhao Jinyuan, asking with a composed tone:
"Are you going to fight me?"
Zhao Jinyuan’s chest heaved violently, breathing heavily, suppressing his anger with a forced smile:
"This is for your own good! Like uncut jade, unruly!"
Seemingly finding an excuse to make a move.
Yet Lin Lang remained standing there, unmoved, his demeanor calm, as if the furious Zhao Jinyuan in front of him was merely a blustering ant, not worthy of the slightest fear or panic from him.
...
Just when Zhao Jinyuan glared angrily, rolling up his sleeves to prepare to strike Lin Lang, a figure suddenly appeared like a ghost.
Suddenly, Wei Tianxing was standing beside Zhao Jinyuan!
He reached out and steadily pressed Zhao Jinyuan’s shoulder which was trembling slightly from anger.
Then.
Wei Tianxing shifted his gaze to Lin Lang, his face showing a hint of friendliness, saying:
"Lin Xiaoyou, do you have time at the moment, can we chat?"
Lin Lang gave him a cold look.
He had no favorable impression of this man who was always dressed properly and looked stern.
Lin Lang inwardly scoffed, finding it all absurd—
Clearly, they had invited him over repeatedly, hoping he would help the Special Agent Bureau solve various problems!
But now it seemed as if he was desperate to seek refuge with them!
After all, he was an invited guest!
Like Elder Zou, who had enthusiastically welcomed him upon his arrival, that was the proper way to treat a guest!
At worst, like Old Liu, who had asked Elder Zou to invite him, was still reasonable.
How could they just intercept him midway like this?
Lin Lang felt annoyed and responded without any politeness:
"No time, I need to go back online!"
The tone was filled with thick sarcasm.
"You!"
Zhao Jinyuan realized that Lin Lang was deliberately mocking his earlier comment about him being an internet celebrity, his face turning as red as a liver, fists clenched tightly, itching to punch Lin Lang straight away.
However.
Wei Tianxing still appeared calm, as if Lin Lang’s refusal and sarcasm had no effect on him.
He nodded slightly, saying:
"Let’s arrange another day."
Lin Lang, however, did not pay him any more attention, casually taking Zhi Xi’s hand, walking away without looking back.
Leaving only Wei Tianxing and Zhao Jinyuan standing there, watching their departing figures.
...
Zhao Jinyuan, filled with unwillingness, turned to Wei Tianxing to complain:
"Old commander, why did you stop me? I was going to teach that kid a lesson, and at the same time, subdue that S-Class Fierce Beast, perhaps even figure out what that treasure you mentioned actually is."
As he spoke, he clenched his fists, his eyes filled with intense unwillingness and rage.
Wei Tianxing’s face darkened, his voice cold like the wind of December:
"Who are you? And what is this place?"
"Ah?"
Zhao Jinyuan was stunned, utterly clueless about the meaning behind Wei Tianxing’s sudden question.
Wei Tianxing frowned deeply, staring at Zhao Jinyuan with sharp eyes, sternly saying:
"You are an agent, shouldering a special mission and responsibility, not some reckless outlaw! This is the Special Agent Bureau, a place to maintain order and justice, not some wild Jianghu where you can run rampant."
Zhao Jinyuan was left speechless, opened his mouth, but didn’t know how to retort.
Seeing this, Wei Tianxing’s tone gradually calmed:
"Moreover, do you know Lin Lang donated a large amount of resources to the Special Agent Bureau, even the Elixir your nephew consumed was generously given by him. Are you really considering repaying kindness with enmity?"
Zhao Jinyuan remained defiant, stubbornly said: