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Chapter 253 - 253 253 I the Left Envoy Have the Final Say!

253: Chapter 253 I, the Left Envoy, Have the Final Say!

253: Chapter 253 I, the Left Envoy, Have the Final Say!

“He is the son of an old friend of mine; please give me face,” Daoist Yimu said with a smile.

Zheng Jun’s eyes were fixed on Daoist Yimu’s face, trying to discern the truth of his words, when he suddenly said in a collected voice, “Yimu, although we have some friendship, I will believe that he is your old friend’s son.

But my son was killed by him, on what ground do you think I should let him go?

Who will compensate for my son’s life?”

“Zheng Jun, the ins and outs of this matter are now widely known, and everyone already knows that it was your son who betrayed them first, causing the entire operation squad to fail.

Out of a group of eleven, only four returned.

Your son’s life for those seven, he doesn’t owe any debts,” Daoist Yimu said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jun glared at Daoist Yimu with fury in his eyes and said in a cold voice, “Yimu, we have some friendship, but you’ve gone too far in the Zheng family.”

“So what?

You want to kill me?

Can you kill me?” Daoist Yimu glanced sideways at Zheng Jun, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then continued, “You’re a smart man, you actually already have a decision in your heart about how to handle this matter.

You’re just looking for an excuse, and I’ll give you one!

Release Number Three, and my Holy Medicine Sect will owe you a favor!

When the Zheng family is in need, the Holy Medicine Sect will help.”

“Can you represent the Holy Medicine Sect?” Zheng Jun’s heart was actually stirred when he heard the Holy Medicine Sect would owe him a favor—his position today was not achieved by indecision.

As for his son, as Uncle Hua said, he could always have another, but a favor from the Holy Medicine Sect was not something just anyone could obtain.

Whether it was the martial prowess of the eight thousand disciples from the Holy Medicine Sect or the medical skills of the Sect, both were worth a great clan’s efforts to foster good relations.

However, because of the aloof nature of the Sect Leader of the Holy Medicine Sect, the Sect rarely involved itself deeply with other forces, let alone owed favors.

Now, Zheng Jun had an opportunity.

If what Daoist Yimu said was true, it would be like the Zheng family had an additional life-saving talisman!

But, he needed to be certain of the truth behind Daoist Yimu’s words!

“I can fully represent the Holy Medicine Sect!” Daoist Yimu said proudly.

Having received the Sect Leader’s edict, he could confidently make such a promise.

Zheng Jun looked at Daoist Yimu with cold eyes and said, “As far as I know, the Sect Leader of the Holy Medicine Sect has been missing for a long time and is very likely to have perished.

The Right Envoy Wan Qingshan and the four Heavenly Kings all covet the position of the Sect Leader, not to mention the Five scattered elders and others.

I seriously doubt you can represent the Holy Medicine Sect.”

“Everything you said is correct.

However, who has seen the Sect Leader’s corpse?

As long as the Holy Medicine Sect is without a Sect Leader, I, the Left Envoy, hold the authority!” Daoist Yimu said with a cold look and conviction in his voice.

At that moment, Zheng Jun thought to himself, “Yimu speaks with such confidence; moreover, he just asked who has seen the Sect Leader’s corpse.

Setting aside the title of Left Envoy, could it be that the Sect Leader of the Holy Medicine Sect has returned?

Impossible.

That’s the summit of Mount Hua; even martial artists who have almost grasped the Dao may not survive there.”

Even without a favor from the Holy Medicine Sect, Zheng Jun would still have had no choice but to release Number Three and the others due to pressure from the Eastern, Southern, and Western Realms and from King Xia.

Even if the Zheng family could contact Penglai Realm, the Penglai Realm has an agreement with the ordinary world not to intervene easily on behalf of an external clan.

“I hope you will keep your promise!” Zheng Jun said coldly.

Daoist Yimu stood up, smiling, and said, “I always said the Family Head of the Zheng family is indeed a smart person.

Tomorrow, I will arrange for someone to pick up the prisoner from the capital’s prison.”

“No need to see you out!” Zheng Jun said with a cold snort.

Daoist Yimu was unconcerned by Zheng Jun’s attitude.

After all, the man had just lost his son, and even if he found the deal absolutely worthwhile, he wouldn’t show a pleased expression on his face.

“Send a message to King Xia right away: the Zheng family accepts King Xia’s orders, we deeply regret that our household has produced such a scourge, and we are willing to move the entire family to the northern border to guard the frontier as punishment!” Zheng Jun instructed Uncle Hua.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Hua’s eyes lit up.

Zheng Jun’s tactic of retreating to advance was brilliant.

By not handing over military power but stepping out of the power center, he also indicated the Zheng family’s future stance.

As long as King Xia did not wish to utterly destroy the competition at this time, he would surely agree to Zheng Jun’s suggestion.

And as long as the Zheng family held onto military power, even if they were far from the center of power, they would still have a say.

“Second Young Master is brilliant!” Uncle Hua said with a laugh.

When Uncle Hua turned to leave and make the call, he didn’t notice Zheng Jun’s sinister expression or the cell phone with which he was sending a text message.

In the hotel.

“Mr.

Qin, shall we just watch Number Three go to the execution ground tomorrow?” Zhong Yuanliang asked Qin Han with a frown.

Qin Han took a sip of tea and said indifferently, “Wait.”

“Wait?”

Qin Han’s cell phone suddenly emitted the sound of a text message.

He glanced at it and saw the message from A Mu Daoist reading just a few words: “Matter has been handled!

Tomorrow at ten!”

After reading it, Qin Han smiled and said to Yuan Liang, “Tomorrow we go to bring Number Three back home!”

“Ah?

Number Three won’t be executed?” Yuan Liang asked with a look of astonishment.

Just a text message, and Qin Han had settled it?

Just as Qin Han was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

When Yuan Liang opened it, he found Yang Zhentian and Xiao Feng standing outside.

He hurriedly let them in and called into the room, “Mr.

Qin, Old Yang is here!”

Unlike before, Qin Han did not get up to greet them.

Instead, he continued to sit on the sofa, leisurely sipping his tea.

Yang Zhentian smiled bitterly; the lad might not be big, but he sure had quite the temper.

“I say, youngster Qin, I admit I was wrong first in this matter, but is this really necessary?” Yang Zhentian said to Qin Han sitting on the sofa.

Qin Han looked up at Yang Zhentian and said with a smile, “General Yang is mistaken, I’m merely a bit fatigued from the rather long flight today.”

“Get lost, you’re this tired from a flight?

Kid Qin, I admit that I initially stirred up the waters using Number Three, but I was confident I could fish the lad out.

He’d just suffer a bit inside.

I’ve already put pressure on the Zheng family by contacting the other three realms and King Xia just now.

Nothing will happen to Number Three!” Yang Zhentian said irritably as he plopped down on the sofa.

Qin Han glanced at Yang Zhentian and said, “The issue has been resolved.

We’ll pick up Number Three tomorrow morning.”

“Ah?

Resolved?

Someone’s got better connections than mine?” Yang Zhentian said, surprised.

“Perhaps it’s due to a multitude of reasons, but in any case, Number Three’s issue is resolved,” Qin Han replied calmly.

“Then what about us?” Yang Zhentian asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Let’s not make it a precedent!” Qin Han said irritably.

Yang Zhentian laughed and said to Yuan Liang and Xiao Feng, “See?

This kid is born in the year of the dog; he changes faces as fast as flipping a book!”

Qin Han knew that A Mu Daoist being able to persuade the Zheng family so smoothly must also have been due to Yang Zhentian’s behind-the-scenes efforts.

Although at first, Yang Zhentian didn’t stop Number Three, what he did afterward showed he was doing his utmost.

He didn’t understand politics, nor did he want to get involved in politics.

In his heart were only his family and the Xia Clan; what he guarded was the Xia Clan, not any individual.

If ever a day came when someone wanted to enslave the Xia Clan, he wouldn’t hesitate to take them down.