Chapter 113 Wuxia: Not a Substitute (9)
Changqing's words moved Wang Lei.
The situation is now very clear: the Shark Gang will never let any of the escaped members get away.
Even before he was injured, he could only run for his life. Now that he was in a chase again, it was a matter of life and death. He had expected this outcome.
Originally, she thought that even if she acted as bait, she could save her son's life and leave a spark for the Wang family, so that there might still be hope for revenge in the future.
But after hearing what this kid said, he also felt that it made a lot of sense.
Putting everything else aside, the Wang family's镖局 (escort agency) started out as a business, and they have multiple burrows. They also left behind a large amount of wealth in the 百珍阁 (Hundred Treasures Pavilion). If I were to use myself as bait, I would have to inform Zhao Meng in advance so that he could take care of these things.
Moreover, the Wang family's old connections might not necessarily approve of this little kid, Qianzhi...
Most importantly, he wanted to live too!
If there were other options, who would be willing to be the pawn to lure away the pursuers? He's not that old, and it's perfectly fine for him to get married and have children. As he said, he could just marry a few more and have a bunch of kids; surely one of them would be quite talented.
"Hmph, all talk and no action. I think you have no intention of helping at all."
Over there, Zhao Meng's expression changed, and he suddenly took a step forward.
"Brother Wang, I think this young man is a coward who is afraid of death and has no sense of chivalry. Now that he has seen your faces and knows our plan, if he were to reveal our whereabouts, the consequences would be unimaginable. We should take him down first!"
With his long arms outstretched, he grabbed Changqing's shoulder.
"ah!"
Lin Yue'e let out a scream.
Changqing sneered inwardly.
Is this a signal to take action?
In the story, the original owner disagreed with taking the place of Wang Lei's son, and it was Zhao Meng, the biological father, who took the initiative. However, at that time, he used the banner of filial piety, but now, he has brought up the banner of leaking his whereabouts.
"Brother Zhao, please wait."
Unexpectedly, Wang Lei stepped forward and stopped Zhao Meng.
"Brother Wang!"
Zhao Meng paused, his expression urgent.
"Let's hear what this kid has to say. In any case, he claims to be a disciple of the Thousand-Faced Child, so we shouldn't make too many enemies."
Wang Lei stared at Chang Qing, shielding Zhao Meng behind him.
Changqing cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his smile enigmatic.
"The method is very simple. Brother Zhao is unharmed, highly skilled in martial arts, and unparalleled in loyalty. All he needs to do is disguise himself as you and drive the carriage to break through the encirclement."
Zhao Meng's heart skipped a beat. "Nonsense! My appearance is completely different from Brother Wang's. His enemies must have a portrait of him. How could I possibly disguise myself as him?"
Wang Lei nodded as well.
“Brother Zhao is a close friend of mine. If he could do this, he would have suggested this method himself long ago. But he has a rugged appearance and bears no resemblance to me…”
Changqing nodded.
“I also believe that Brother Zhao is not someone who is afraid of death or unwilling to take risks. Moreover, as far as I know, Brother Zhao has a son who has been taken in as a disciple by a master. The Zhao family already has an heir, so there is nothing else to worry about.”
Zhao Meng had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he nodded subconsciously.
"Zhao is naturally willing to go to great lengths for his friends... but..."
"That's fine!" Changqing suddenly smiled, flipped his hand, and two thin leather masks appeared in his hand.
Zhao Meng's pupils contracted!
Human skin mask!
This is a legendary disguise artifact in the martial arts world. How could this kid possess such a thing?
Wang Lei's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but get excited. With this thing, he might actually have a chance to get through this ordeal.
Changqing gave a half-smile.
“My master is known as the Thousand-Faced Child, so his ability to disguise himself is naturally excellent. After putting on this mask and making a few adjustments, he can impersonate anyone. Brother Zhao, why don’t you give it a try?”
Zhao Meng was startled and subconsciously took a step back.
"I, I..."
He hadn't even considered such a thing. To dress up as Wang Lei? That would be far too dangerous!
Hongyun Town is located halfway up the mountain, and the area below is definitely surrounded now. Breaking out is not an easy task. Swords have no eyes, and one wrong move could cost you your life.
"Brother Zhao, are you unwilling?"
Changqing was surprised.
"Of course I'd like to, but—"
Zhao Meng looked up, wanting to find a reason, but Chang Qing didn't give him a chance to speak. In a flash, he was beside Zhao Meng and swiftly reached out to touch him.
He moved extremely fast and blocked the view with his body. Lin Yue'e only felt a blur before her eyes, and then she saw her husband Zhao Meng slowly sitting down in a chair.
“Since Brother Zhao is willing, then let’s not delay. I will dress you up right away.”
Changqing's voice was eerie, sounding like a death knell to Zhao Meng's ears. But at this moment, his whole body was weak and he couldn't even speak. He tried to muster the strength to struggle, but all he could do was contort his face, unable to move his body at all.
"Brother Changqing!"
Wang Lei took two steps forward, a look of surprise on his face. Although Lin Yue'e hadn't seen it clearly, he was closer and saw it very clearly. Just now, Chang Qing appeared to have casually touched her hand, but he had actually struck three major acupoints: Tanzhong, Shenque, and Qihai...
This method terrified him.
Now, Wang Lei truly believes that this kid is a disciple of the Thousand-Faced Child, and most likely a closed-door disciple. He even suspects that Changqing might be a dwarf born with a birth defect, and that he is actually not younger than himself.
"Brother Wang, please calm down and watch my methods."
Changqing smiled slightly and carefully placed the human skin mask in his other hand onto Zhao Meng's face.
Zhao Meng strained to tilt his head back, trying to dodge, but found that he couldn't even move his neck. He tried to wink at Lin Yue'e, but Lin Yue'e clearly didn't have that kind of delicate mind. She took two steps forward and asked, "Honey, are your eyes sore?"
I'm so jealous of your mother!
Zhao Meng cursed inwardly, but the next moment, he felt a cold layer of skin pressed against his face, and fear finally appeared in his eyes.
This isn't over yet.
Changqing then took out some bottles and jars, took out an eyebrow pencil, and carefully drew on his face.
As time went on.
The look of surprise on Lin Yue'e and Wang Lei's faces grew increasingly intense.
Half an incense stick later.
Changqing let out a long sigh and straightened up.
"alright."
He casually picked up the bronze mirror from the table and held it in front of Zhao Meng.
With just a glance, Zhao Meng's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints. He saw that the mirror-like man had a fair face, sword-like eyebrows, and a high nose, almost exactly like Wang Lei. Even the sword wound on his forehead was vividly depicted.
Wow! This skill is amazing!
Lin Yue'e couldn't help but clap her hands in admiration.
Even Wang Lei was shocked, his eyes filled with horror. He had long heard that the Thousand-Faced Child was skilled in disguise, but he never expected that a mere disciple would have such abilities.
However, Changqing wasn't finished yet; he smiled at Wang Lei again.
"Brother Wang, please—"
Half an incense stick later, Wang Lei's appearance also changed drastically. His originally delicate face became rugged, with thick eyebrows, dark skin, and countless pockmarks on his face. He had become Zhao Meng.
"Brother Changqing, I'm starting to suspect that you are the Thousand-Faced Child himself."
Wang Lei looked at his reflection in the bronze mirror and let out a long sigh.
Changqing stood up and smiled:
"I'll take it as my brother praising me."
He paused, then clasped his hands in a fist salute. "It's getting late, so I won't bother you any longer. Farewell."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out.
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