Chapter 2283: Someone Arrives_4

Speaking of that Northwest Sword Leader, Gu Chongshan was full of mixed feelings too. The man definitely couldn’t be called a good person—he’d committed more than enough slaughter with that Rusted Sword in his hand. But as a friend, he was without doubt qualified. To still be willing to rush over and help in a situation like this clearly meant he’d already decided he might not be coming back.

He was also very curious how Sheng Yanlin had managed to befriend such a top-tier expert, to the point the latter would risk his life to come help.

Wei Chen was still talking, but the moment Gu Chongshan heard that Little House Lord had actually dared make a move on people from their Patrol Defense Office, he exploded. “Where are they?”

“They ran.” Wei Chen said, rather helplessly.

“Nonsense, you think I don’t know they ran?” Gu Chongshan glared, eyes bulging. “I’m asking you where they ran to.”

“President Gu, don’t chase them. You forgot? Before we came, Chief Yue specifically instructed us to value harmony, to keep the impact on the world of martial arts to a minimum. We should still…”

But before he could finish, Gu Chongshan cut him off impatiently. “Old Yue’s fine in every other way, he’s just too obsessed with saving face. People already came to our door swinging, and he’s still trying to reason with them. What’s the point of wasting words on that bunch? If you’ve got the time, just walk up and give him two big slaps—guaranteed he’ll stand at attention on the spot and listen to anything you say.”

“What the hell is Bai Wuchang anyway? Back in the day, when I was slapping his big brother around, he was kneeling on the ground, didn’t even dare make a sound. All these years go by, the two brothers have finally made it big, and that little bastard has grown some guts. Showing off to others is one thing, but he dared lay a hand on my people—who gave him the dog guts to do that?”

“Jing Hong, notify every local office along the route. I want Bai Wuchang’s position found immediately. Today I am absolutely going to teach that kid a lesson.” Gu Chongshan ordered the woman behind him.

The woman took out a satellite phone. The order had barely gone out when the mobile in Gu Chongshan’s pocket suddenly rang.

Gu Chongshan fished out his phone. Just one glance at the caller ID made him knit his brows. After hesitating for a long moment, he still reluctantly answered.

“Hello, Old Yue, it’s me. Hello—Old Yue, what did you say?”

“I’m in the Northwest, the signal’s terrible. I’ve been telling you to put more money into infrastructure—you pinch every penny. See, now it’s holding us up. I really can’t hear what you’re saying.”

“No, no, I’m not lying to you. Since when has Gu Chongshan ever lied?”

“Hello, Old Yue, Old Yue, speak up, I can’t hear you. Hello? Hey, hey?”

The dozens of people on scene just watched Gu Chongshan holding the phone, putting on a show, the receiver sometimes close, sometimes far, until finally he snapped the flip phone shut with a “clack,” ending the call.

“You’re pulling that stunt again. When we get back, Headquarters Director Yue is going to call a meeting just to criticize you.” Wei Chen said, a bit worried.

“When the general is out in the field, he doesn’t always follow orders to the letter. Besides, I know Old Yue. Sharp tongue, soft heart. Let him vent a couple of lines, it’s fine.”

“But if I don’t give that little bastard Bai Wuchang a couple of slaps today, let him learn how high the sky is and how thick the ground, I won’t sleep tonight. That’s the real issue.” Gu Chongshan flexed his wrists, making crisp “kada-kada” pops.

“Then go easy when you hit him. Times aren’t what they were. He and his brother aren’t the small fry they used to be. These days he’s the Little House Lord of Bone Painting Tower, ranked among the Ten Great Sects of the Martial World. He does need a bit of face.” Wei Chen persuaded.

“I’ll drag him somewhere with nobody around before I slap him. Just right—I can slap him a few extra times. Relax, Old Yue won’t be able to pick out a single fault.” Gu Chongshan replied confidently.

With that, Gu Chongshan and the woman Jing Hong got back into the helicopter. The helicopter circled once overhead, then quickly sped off in pursuit along the route Bone Painting Tower and the United Federation had taken in retreat.

Watching the helicopter fly off and disappear, Wei Chen knew someone was going to have a very unlucky day.

At the same time, Wei Chen ordered Waxman Zhang and the others who had rushed over to support them to immediately withdraw and defend Yiling. This was the final shiver—there could absolutely be no mistakes.

His identity was, after all, somewhat special; it wasn’t convenient for him to show his face inside the city.

Suddenly, Wei Chen noticed that at some point Qu Muzhi had turned around and was now staring into the distance at that city—Yiling City.

Feeling a faint premonition, Wei Chen said mildly, “Don’t worry. That little brother of yours is smooth on all sides, he knows what to do. He’s smart; nothing will happen to him. Once we successfully take the Academy this time, the greatest credit will belong to him.”

“He deserves it. He’s come all this way relying on no one but himself.” Qu Muzhi said.

Hearing that, Wei Chen suddenly laughed. “Relying on himself? Funny, I heard he’s acknowledged a whole bunch of godparents. This time, coming back from the Yin Temple Secret Sect, he even recognized the Cannibal Buddha High Priest as his foster father.”

“Chief Wei, you can’t put it like that. Yang Xiao may recognize a lot of parents, but he treats every one of those godparents very well. He’s an extremely sincere person, a qualified friend, and he’s wholly loyal to the organization.” Qu Muzhi said seriously.

“Then let’s look forward together to the triumphant return of this loyal friend of yours.” Hands clasped behind his back, Wei Chen stood alongside Qu Muzhi, both of them facing the sunlight, gazing into the distance at Yiling City.