Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 463 How can I become a heavenly master if he doesn’t die?

"Brother He, hurry up, let's attack together. We can't let this beast escape!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Huaiyi, who had been timid and planning to run away, suddenly became energized. He ran to He Songling, stood with him, pointed at Zhang Zhiwei and uttered wild words.

"Okay, okay, this is your brother. You don't feel bad if I kill him, right?"

"Of course there is no need to say more. There are only two people in Tianshi Mansion who were given surnames. How can I be the Tianshi if he doesn't die?" Zhang Huaiyi waved his hand, "Quick, quick, Senior Brother He, give me a gun, and I will shoot him together with you."

Of course, they were just joking, but Zhang Huaiyi really wanted to challenge Zhang Zhiwei when he was at his weakest. He couldn't let him suppress him forever, could he?
Could it be that he obtained a secret method bestowed by God, which greatly increased his strength, but when faced with an opponent who was weaker than him, he hid himself for his entire life, not daring to go back and face them, and even had his son and grandson hide well, so that he could not fight back even when bullied. How could there be such a shameless person?

He Songling glanced at Zhang Huaiyi and felt a little overwhelmed.

It can only be said that Zhang Huaiyi at this time was still quite enterprising. He was worthy of being the player who dared to harass the leader of Quan Xing, whom he could not defeat, several times and asked the devil to help him achieve enlightenment.

At this time, Zhang Huaiyi really had the kind of spirit that netizens in his previous life described: "Before going down the mountain, I thought I couldn't even beat my senior brother, but after going down the mountain, I found out that I could only beat my senior brother." Although his strength was not at this level, his spirit was very high.

On the contrary, by the time he realized the origin of Qi in the Twenty-Four Sections Valley and truly became a strong man who "could only beat his senior brother", perhaps because he had witnessed the truth about "becoming an immortal", he no longer had that kind of ambition and turned back into the rat that hid on Longhu Mountain.

In the end, Zhang Huaiyi let Zhang Zhiwei pin him to the ground and beat him up. Although both of them were seriously injured and could not use their Qi, Zhang Huaiyi was only about 1.5 meters tall and short, like a living Wu Dalang in Tianshi Mansion; and what about Zhang Zhiwei?
He is 1.87 meters tall, has practiced martial arts for many years, and has a strong body. He is the living Wu Song of Longhu Mountain. Apart from other things, his understanding of countless moves is much better than Zhang Huaiyi. When neither of them can use Qi, Zhang Zhiwei still hits Zhang Huaiyi's head.

Later, Zhang Huaiyi became furious and used up all his recovered Qi, but he still couldn't defeat Zhang Zhiwei, who only used his physical body.

This made Zhang Huaiyi become autistic. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, pretending to be a corpse, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Zhiwei dealt with his junior brother, and finally had time to look at He Songling. He was a little confused. Although this guy often had seizures, this time it was a little too intense, and there was no trace of it.

"Of course I shot you, you son of a bitch!"

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei dared to ask, He Songling immediately pressed two gun barrels against his temples. "Did you fucking tell Dr. Tom to leave me alone even if I die?"

"Yes." Zhang Zhiwei nodded and admitted as a matter of course: "I see you are in seclusion, and have entered the tortoise-like sleep, thinking about what you have gained in Mianshan. Don't let this group of people disturb you. You don't know that this group of foreign doctors are all Frankensteins, and they all want to study us extraordinary people... Wait a minute?"

As Zhang Zhiwei was talking, he suddenly reacted, looked He Songling up and down, and circled around him several times.

"You can't get out of this situation yourself, so you're pointing your finger at someone else and calling you names, right?"

"Nonsense!" When this was mentioned, He Songling's face turned as dark as an African. "Do you know that I almost got killed by your son-in-law's words?" "Pfft..."

When Zhang Zhiwei heard the bad news, he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear for his good friend. Instead, he just burst out laughing, his mouth split open like an alien, and he held his belly and laughed.

“Hahahahahahaha!! Hahaha, hahahahahaha! Old He, ah, Old He, you finally got yourself into trouble, hahaha! I almost killed you alone! You’ve suppressed me for so many years, and now you’ve finally been defeated by me!”

Zhang Zhiwei was so happy that all 36,000 pores on his body opened up and he felt like every cell in his body was cheering with joy.

Damn He Songling, he let me kill him alone, hahaha!

"I really want to shoot you." He Songling became even more angry when he saw Zhang Zhiwei's behavior.

"Oh, even if I have you shoot me now, it's worth it." Zhang Zhiwei laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. After a long while, he said, "How are you now? Are you still far from death? Do you want me to help you again?"

Zhang Zhiwei was not cold-hearted. The main thing was that the friendship between them did not require so much superficial effort. It did not matter who had more or less. There would be a time when everyone could use each other, right?

Another thing is that they all know each other's abilities very well. Now that they see He Songling standing in front of them, it means that their actions have no effect on He Songling. Now He Songling is either dead or intact. No one can cause any irreparable harm to the living He Songling.

"Get lost." He Songling sat down and said, "I have good news. Not only am I alive, but the old senior from the Tang Sect has also recovered. I estimate that he will be able to leave the ICU tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"That would be great!"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes lit up, and he bowed in the direction of the ICU: "I admire heroes the most in my life. This old man, despite his old age, did not fear life and death, and personally took action just to assassinate the enemy's head and contribute more to the war of resistance. I admire him from the bottom of my heart."

"Nonsense, what about me? Do you admire me?" He Songling was full of dissatisfaction. It was just killing devils, as if everyone had killed them before. "Hurry up, kneel down now and kowtow to me three times. I won't care about the fact that you almost killed me."

"Hey, you were talking about what happened after the Battle of Mianshan..." Zhang Zhiwei was not a good person himself. He had been hanging out with He Songling for a long time, so he was incredibly shameless and tried to change the subject.

On the third day, Tang Jiaren was finally transferred out of the ICU and checked into the empty ward next door. The disciples of the four families, the three Putuo temples, and the two Zhengyi families who were recuperating in the Nisheng Hospital, a total of nine sects, all went to pay their respects.

Tang Jiaren didn't dare to act rashly. Just as He Songling said, they were indeed great men of noble character who risked their lives to kill the Japs. But who among the people from these Nine Gates didn't risk his life to assassinate Bi Heren?
Without the information they risked their lives to obtain, the Tang Clan might not have been able to complete the mission so easily.

After everyone from the Nine Gates had left, He Songling quietly walked in, and pulled Zhang Zhiwei back, asking in a low voice, "Hey, Master, can you tell me how you escaped?"

(End of this chapter)