"Hand it over? Those people killed more than a hundred and thirty members of my family, and I'm supposed to just hand it over? I can't accept that!" Old Master Zhuang's eyes glinted with coldness.
Originally, he had planned to use the real Chongxing Cup and coat it with every kind of deadly poison, so that whoever obtained it afterward would die from poisoning.
But on second thought, even the fiercest poison could only kill a few people at most before it became useless.
Such a method would quickly be discovered, and he had no poison that could guarantee death. Martial Masters all had protective Force guarding their bodies. Poisoning one to death was extremely difficult.
So he racked his brains and came up with another good method.
He would throw out a fake and let them fight over it until they tore each other apart. Then, when the final winner tried to open the treasure, they would trigger a mechanism and die because of the counterfeit.
That way, perhaps he could wipe out that pack of wretches to the last one!
As for the real one, he would leave it to the person who had sincerely helped him in the end—Wei Chun.
"Enough. Stop making such a fuss. By my reckoning, they'll be catching up soon. Take the medicines and go back," Old Master Zhuang said calmly.
"...Master..." Wei Chun still wanted to say something, but Old Master Zhuang had turned his back on her and no longer looked at her.
She knew her master's temper. She knew this meant he had grown impatient with talking. If she kept babbling, he might truly start hitting people.
So she said nothing more, wiped her hands dry, and lifted the box from the ground. Then she knelt down and heavily kowtowed