Chapter 275 Breathtaking (1/2)

Zhang Jinku was the name given to him by his father. His father did not want him to be worried about food or clothes. However, he had not expected that his son would be a fat boy who loved eating more than anything.

When Lord Long summoned this man, he was eating and drinking in a restaurant with a greasy mouth. He did not seem to take Lord Long’s words seriously.

After he was done eating, he thumped on the table and paid the bill.

Then he stood up and left.

But after he stepped out of the restaurant, he was wondering if he should go to the gourmet festival or to Lord Long’s house.

He knew that Lord Long wanted to escape. But it was hellishly difficult for Lord Long if he wanted to resume his former power. The government didn’t attach much importance to Lord Long before, but now they did. Hence, no matter how mighty Lord Long was, he would find it hard to find a place for himself in this world.

If that was the case, why should Zhang Jinku keep following Lord Long?

The moment Zhang Jinku stepped out of the restaurant, he felt that he was being gazed at by someone in the darkness, which made him feel startled.

Though Zhang Jinku was a top master, he felt endangered. But he did not seem to be scared. He just sauntered over there and asked, “You’re sent here to kill me?”

The one in the darkness was shrouded in a black cloak, making it impossible for others to see what he looked like. But his voice was very hoarse and somehow ominous. “Yes. You prefer being killed by yourself or me?”

Zhang Jinku looked this man up and down, but he could merely see those ominous eyes. Zhang Jinku then grinned. “I’m not afraid of you, since I decided to come.”

“Good.” Wuya chuckled. His laughter was quite disturbing.

Zhang Jinku laughed as well. “Because I will surrender.”

“Surrender?” Wuya sounded surprised.

“Yeah. I followed Lord Long for food and wine. Why would I still serve him after he lost this war? Take me to your Brother Bing and I shall swear my loyalty to him.”

“He might not be in the mood to see you. Death is the perfect ending for traitors like you.”

Zhang Jinku grinned. “I don’t believe so. Even the dumbest men on earth might be needed one day, let alone a powerful martial artist like me. Since Brother dared to take Master Hou’s place, he must be very open to talents.”

Obviously, Wuya had not thought that Zhang Jinku would say something that sounded so reasonable. He pondered on it and thought it would be better if he let Xiao Bing make the decision. So he said in a creepy voice, “All right. But you have to seal your acupoints before leaving with me.”

“Good.” Zhang Jinku actually did what he had agreed to, putting his finger on his acupuncture point to temporarily restrain his strength. Then he looked at Wuya and grinned. “Can you rest assured now?”

Wuya looked at Zhang Jinku and nodded. “It seems that I did underestimate you.”

Then he headed toward the alley.

Zhang Jinku trailed behind. His footing was wobbly, like a ball of meat. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll know when we arrive.”

“Is there meat?”

“Of course!”

Zhang Jinku wanted to eat meat while Xiao Bing wanted to get out of that array. Though Xiao Bing could sleep carefreely before, now he was very nervous.

It almost had been 24 hours as the sun went down. But the sea would not remain peaceful as its waves came and went, each higher than the one before.

According to Xiao Bing’s memory, it had been one night and one day. In the day, he was in a forest, and during the day, he was trapped on the sea surface, holding tightly on to the wooden board beneath him when the waves swept across. His lips were cracked because of thirst, which made him feel extremely exhausted.

Was it his illusion or reality?