Chapter 2090 — A Shift in Attitude

"True enough. We'll take them down a peg first, make them lose their nerve before the fight even starts!" the old master of the Pi Family spoke up as well.

"You go and tell Qibing. Let him handle this. Have him wait in the shadows for now—once the Hidden Han Family people are truly out of patience, then let him step out and bring them in!" Old Master Zhao said to the ** who had carried the message.

These days Old Master Zhao was deliberately training Zhao Qibing, which was why he liked to send Zhao Qibing out for such matters. In the end, it all came down to the single Qi-Gathering Pill that Zhao Qibing had offered up.

"Yes, sir!" The ** accepted the order and withdrew.

Zhao Qibing was just then looking into the matter of the racing competition. When he received the **'s summons, he happily followed him off to put on airs at the manor gate! After all, putting on airs was Zhao Qibing's specialty and his greatest pleasure. Lately, keeping a low profile in the Hidden Zhao Family, he had found no chance at all to show off—with his own family, he had to maintain a humble and gentle manner, and this was for Old Master Zhao and Elder Bi to see. After all, if he acted arrogant and domineering within the Zhao Family as well, he would easily fall out of favor!

Zhao Qibing followed the ** who had carried the message to the guardhouse at the manor gate. He did not go out directly, but sat inside, leisurely playing a game on his phone, while the ** who had carried the message walked out with a cold face.

Han Xiaopo had waited here nearly twenty minutes, and at long last the ** who had carried the message returned. He hurriedly asked, "Can we go in now?"

"I'm sorry, your identities remain to be verified. We suspect your invitation was stolen or picked up, so we must verify who you are first!" the ** who had carried the message said coldly. This was also what Zhao Qibing had taught him to say.

"What? Remain to be verified? We are the Hidden Han Family—what is there to verify?" Hearing the **'s words, Han Xiaopo grew anxious at once.

"Xiaopo, don't be rash!" Han Tianba had caught a hint of something. Sitting in the passenger seat, he first snapped at Han Xiaopo, then said to the **: "I am Han Tianba, head of the Hidden Han Family. May I ask what we must do to prove our identities?"

"Han Tianba? Your Hidden Han Family comes with so few people and a single car—is that even possible?" The ** sneered. "Other hidden families come with four or five cars, three at the very least. And you call this coming to a competition?"

"Taking part in a competition doesn't require a crowd. Please find someone who can verify our identities," Han Tianba said, unwilling to bandy words with this lackey. This watchdog had surely been put up to it by the Hidden Zhao Family, deliberately making things difficult for them here!

"Naturally we'll find someone. But the people who can verify you are all busy. You'll have to wait a while!" the ** said indifferently.

"You—" Han Xiaopo had not expected even a gatekeeping ** to be so arrogant. He was truly furious, smoke rising from his seven orifices. But before he could speak, the ** had already stopped paying them any mind, stepping aside on his own to keep guarding the gate, treating their whole carload as if they were air.

"Alas, weak in strength and low in station!" Han Tianba sighed. "Xiaopo, don't be angry. They're deliberately picking a quarrel—what can we do about it? Bear it for now. When the competitions come, Mr. Lin will win our face back for us!"

Dog-eyed snobbery! That was Wei Zhao's first impression of the Hidden Zhao Family. Wei Zhao rolled down the car window and said impatiently to the **: "Ten counts. Bring out someone who can verify us, or we're leaving. We'll skip this Hidden World Family Summit altogether! Ten—nine—eight—seven—"

Wei Zhao paid no heed to what the ** might say, and simply began counting down at him.

"..." The ** had not expected the Hidden Han Family to be so hard-nosed. Leave if no one came within ten counts? How could he bear the responsibility for that? This Hidden World Family Summit was meant to be a trap for the Han Family—if the Han Family left, who would be trapped? So the ** hastily turned to look toward the guardhouse...

Though Zhao Qibing was inside the guardhouse, he kept a constant watch on the commotion outside. There was a voice transmitter in the guardhouse, and everything outside could be heard clearly within! Zhao Qibing had meant to leave them in the cold a while, then go out and dress them down—who would have thought these people would actually leave?

Seeing Wei Zhao's count reach the number "one," he said to Han Xiaopo: "Xiaopo, start the car. We're going home!"

"Wait!" Zhao Qibing could hold back no longer and ran out. "You wouldn't dare! At this Hidden World Family Summit, any invited hidden family that fails to appear forfeits its hidden family status and is demoted to an ordinary family, no longer under the protection of the member elder families of the Hidden World Family Arbitration Association!"

"Oh, ordinary family, then. Ordinary family it is. We don't need your protection—I'll have them join the ** Association I'm founding!" Wei Zhao pushed the car door open and stepped out, looking coldly at Zhao Qibing, and said mildly: "Zhao Qibing, I see your leg is itching again. Do you want it broken?"

"Huh?" Zhao Qibing had been about to fly into a rage at the Han Family's arrogance. Though the voice sounded somewhat familiar, he had not thought much of it—until Wei Zhao pushed the door open and got out. Only then did he give a violent shudder and stare at Wei Zhao in disbelief, unable to understand how Wei Zhao had suddenly appeared here!

But not knowing did not stop Zhao Qibing from fearing Wei Zhao. Zhao Guang'er, a late-stage Earth-rank expert, had been wiped out by Wei Zhao—what virtue or ability did Zhao Qibing have, and how could he be Wei Zhao's match?

"Lin... Wei Zhao, what are you doing here?" Zhao Qibing asked, trembling, his earlier arrogance quite gone.

"What I'm doing here doesn't matter. What matters is that your leg is about to break!" Wei Zhao sneered and walked toward Zhao Qibing. If this fellow could take part in a racing competition, he surely had some skill; Wei Zhao was not afraid of him, but he was afraid the man would play dirty. So if he broke his leg now, there would be nothing he could play at all. Even if the Hidden Zhao Family were formidable, it could not restore Zhao Qibing to full health in such a short time—because today's first competition was the race!

"Ah... Boss Wei Zhao... you and I may have had a little grudge before, but it's all been settled..." Hearing that Wei Zhao meant to break his leg, Zhao Qibing was frightened at once. He shot a look at the ** beside him, signaling him to go back and fetch help, while he pleaded: "The losses you had me compensate before, I compensated them all. You... you can't hit me!"

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