Chapter 1070 — Aren't You Dead?

"You're the second boss of the Red Conch, I take it?" Feng Tianlong's heart was aching, but his will was iron-hard, nothing like an ordinary man's. So even as he stalled the bald man in sunglasses with words, he flicked out a silent hand signal, ordering his men to move in and take him.

Li Yifeng had served Feng Tianlong for years and needed no telling what he meant. Having pinned down the bald man's position, he set to work at his computer, feeding orders and mustering men.

"Tell me, Feng Tianlong, you're stalling for time, aren't you? Waiting for your people to come and grab me?" The bald man in sunglasses was no fool either; he knew all of Feng Tianlong's tricks. His daughter was dead, and still Feng Tianlong could talk to him this calmly -- something was clearly wrong.

"Hmph!" Seeing his thoughts laid bare, Feng Tianlong merely gave a cold snort and said lightly, "Listen well, second boss. If I don't root your organization out to the very last, I have no right to call myself Feng Tianlong. I'm spending the rest of my life grinding you down!"

With his daughter dead, Feng Tianlong had nothing left to hold him back. He had made up his mind: he would spend his life warring with the Red Conch, and he would not rest until he had netted every last one of them.

"Ha ha, then keep right on dreaming! I dared ring you on a plain old phone because I've a card left to play!" The bald man in sunglasses threw his head back and laughed. "Hear that? The sound of a helicopter! I'm off now. Bye-bye to you!"

"You--" Feng Tianlong's expression stiffened, and he could not help but laugh bitterly. It was true: who and what was the second boss of the Red Conch? The second-in-command of an international criminal syndicate -- how could he ever act without a fallback?

The helicopter had already dropped its rope ladder. Mockingly, the bald man in sunglasses spoke into the phone: "Feng Tianlong, why don't you fly on over? Dying to shoot down a plane right now, aren't you? Ha ha ha -- only you can't. La la la!"

The bald man in sunglasses meant simply to talk Feng Tianlong to death with rage. His own boss, the head of the Red Conch, had died at Feng Tianlong's hands! That was precisely why he, the dignified second boss of the organization, had come in person to deal with Feng Xiaoxiao!

Unless he cut down a member of Feng Tianlong's own family with his own hands, he would never be satisfied. A blood debt for a murdered brother -- no peace under heaven!

"Hmph!" Angry as Feng Tianlong was, all he could manage was a cold sneer.

But the very next instant, something occurred that struck terror into the bald man in sunglasses!

He was about to fire off a few more infuriating remarks when a thunderous roar burst upon his ears! The helicopter, which had been circling overhead as calm as you please, plunged headlong into the mountain gully like a kite with its string cut -- swoosh!

Then came a second deafening boom: the helicopter smashed down into the gorge and exploded!

"Gah?" The bald man in sunglasses' eyes flew wide; he pointed toward the place the aircraft had fallen and could not find a word to say.

Wei Zhao had long since reached the neighborhood of the bald man in sunglasses with Feng Xiaoxiao in tow. Rather than rushing in rashly, he had hung back, wanting to hear who the man was phoning so as to size up his purpose and his background.

What Wei Zhao had never expected was that the call was to Feng Tianlong himself! In other words, this plot was aimed at Feng Xiaoxiao, not at Wei Zhao. At the thought, Wei Zhao silently thanked his luck: had he not gone racing along with Feng Xiaoxiao, who could have told what troubles might have arisen instead.

Thank heaven Feng Xiaoxiao was now entirely unharmed, right at his side.

Only this: no sooner had the bald man in sunglasses spoken a few words than a helicopter came flying in from the distance, plainly come to carry him off. So Wei Zhao simply tore a length of guardrail from the edge of the mountain road and hurled it straight at the rotor blades!

Of course, had an ordinary person thrown it, even a clean hit on the rotor blades could not have damaged them; a guardrail was simply too trifling a thing to compare with a helicopter's rotor.

But Wei Zhao had fused into the guardrail an energy bomb, compressed from his true qi -- and so the helicopter's rotor blades were blasted into scrap by his energy bomb!

"My God! Hubby Wei Zhao, you really are a first-rate plane-shooter!" Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes went wide as she gazed up at him in sheer adoration. "Hubby Wei Zhao, teach me how to shoot down a plane!"

"Er..." At Feng Xiaoxiao's words, Wei Zhao broke into a cold sweat on the spot... Her proposal was a shade too wicked, wasn't it?

"?" Feng Xiaoxiao blinked, slightly taken aback by the strange expression on Wei Zhao's face; but in the very next moment she understood why he looked so -- her earlier words had plainly been taken the wrong way.

"I meant shooting down real planes, not that other kind of plane-shooting... I already know how to do that; you don't need to teach me." Feng Xiaoxiao hurriedly explained.

"You do?" Wei Zhao's eyes went even wider. Could it be that Feng Xiaoxiao had... experimented?

"Hee hee, there are videos online -- I just watched and learned! I was planning to try it out on a boyfriend later!" Beside Wei Zhao, Feng Xiaoxiao had always been rather bold. "Want to give it a try?"

"All right, then we'll test it out when the chance comes. Right now, let's go make that baldy pay for the car!" Wei Zhao had very nearly failed to resist the temptation. But out here, failing to resist temptation was the same as courting death, wasn't it?

"What's the matter?" Hearing the bald man in sunglasses let out that "Gah?", Feng Tianlong asked, somewhat bewildered.

But by now the bald man in sunglasses had no mind left for Feng Tianlong's call. Startled out of his wits, he cried out, "Who? Who shot down my plane?"

The next instant, Wei Zhao, with Feng Xiaoxiao beside him, leapt into the air and came to rest squarely before the bald man in sunglasses.

"Looking for me?" Wei Zhao inquired with a smile, watching the man's frazzled, exasperated face.

"You..." The bald man in sunglasses was in a panic already -- with the helicopter gone, how on earth was he to escape? By car, he would probably run into Feng Tianlong's men the moment he reached the foot of the mountain. Half at his wits' end, he suddenly found two people standing before him, which was enough to give anyone a fright! But when he made out who the two of them were, he looked as though he had seen a ghost with his own eyes! Trembling, he pointed at Wei Zhao and Feng Xiaoxiao: "You... aren't you both dead?"

"You're the one who's dead! Your whole family is dead!" Feng Xiaoxiao was touchy about the word "dead," so the moment the bald man opened his mouth she lashed back in fury.

The bald man in sunglasses was a ruthless operator, after all. His earlier shock had come from suddenly seeing Wei Zhao and Feng Xiaoxiao alive, together with his plane being knocked out of the sky by an unidentified flying object, and so he had been somewhat rattled. But now, with Feng Xiaoxiao and Wei Zhao standing before him so entirely whole and unharmed, plainly they were not dead!

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