Chapter 1069: Chapter 1058: Blood Cross Remnants
Dragon City, Ning Family.
Within the tall courtyard walls, in the pitch-black night, one by one the high-quality beeswax candles are being lit inside.
Brass furnace beast heads, smoke wafting.
Ning Qingfeng sits high in the main seat, the hot tea in the blue and white porcelain cup in front of him gradually cooling.
Yet he hasn’t taken a single sip.
His complexion is as dark as the water, almost blending with the night outside.
After a long time, Ning Qingfeng takes a deep breath, knocks on the huanghuali wood table, and says in a deep voice, “Let them in.”
“At the master’s command.”
After a low response, the door is pushed open, and several people with white cloth wrapped around their heads, dressed in black, enter the room.
All along, their heads are lowered. Until everyone is completely inside and the person by the door closes it, do they raise their heads.
“Heh, do you still have the nerve to come and see me?”
Ning Qingfeng curls the corner of his mouth, showing a trace of mock, and says with a cold laugh, “Blood Cross, renowned in the Martial Arts World, couldn’t even handle a novice kid, previously bragging about taking half of my Dragon City.”
After a pause, Ning Qingfeng unreservedly continues with disdain, “It’s a pity, I haven’t seen the strength to match your grand words in your Blood Cross.”
Blood Cross!
The people standing in front of Ning Qingfeng at this moment are indeed members of Blood Cross. As Ning Qingfeng’s words fall, their eyes fill with blood, veins bursting, as if they are extremely humiliated.
“Admit your mistakes, stand firm to take the blame, don’t you even take offense when I say a few things?”
Ning Qingfeng eyes the teacup before him, turning it, as he continues, “Jian Lanchun is already dead, Blood Cross disbanded most of its members on the spot, left Dragon City like homeless dogs, so why are you coming to find me now?”
“Mr. Ning, we want to avenge our leader!”
Among the Blood Cross members, a muscular man at the forefront clenches his teeth and grits his voice like rumbling thunder slicing through the night’s stillness.
“Avenge? Just with you?”
Ning Qingfeng looks askance at the muscular man speaking before him and says coldly, “If I remember correctly, you’re called Luo Sha, right, the number one battle general under Jian Lanchun.”
“That’s right, I am Luo Sha.”
Luo Sha and Ning Qingfeng lock eyes, bursting with endless hatred, unfazed by Ning Qingfeng’s powerful presence.
Ning Qingfeng smiles indifferently, raises his hand, and says, “So what if the number one battle general, I already know the course of events. Ning Fan openly intercepted your Blood Cross members, then followed and went to Blood Cross’s temporary headquarters in the outskirts.”
At this point, Ning Qingfeng’s voice becomes colder, chilling to the bone, “Originally, this was supposed to be his trap, you only needed to bring his head to me to claim half of Dragon City.”
“But now?”
Ning Qingfeng snorts coldly, continuing, “The result is I waited all night, only to receive news of Jian Lanchun’s death and chaos within Blood Cross. Do you know how disappointed I was at that moment?”
“That kid ambushed and killed the leader; I’m the first to disagree!”
Luo Sha’s eyes reveal deep-seated hatred, gritting his teeth, saying, “Mr. Ning needn’t say more humiliating words, I’m not here to listen to such things.”
“Oh? Then what do you want to hear, sharing Dragon City with me, becoming the boss of Blood Cross?”
Ning Qingfeng looks at him with a teasing smile.
Facing Ning Qingfeng’s near-humiliating questioning, Luo Sha takes a deep breath, suppressing the violent mood within, and kneels on one knee.
With Luo Sha’s kneeling, several Blood Cross members behind him kneel simultaneously.
Luo Sha looks up at Ning Qingfeng and says with a stern voice, “Mr. Ning, give me a chance, a chance to avenge the leader. As long as Mr. Ning is willing to assist me in killing Ning Fan, I will lead the remaining Blood Cross members and become Mr. Ning’s loyal subordinates.”
Luo Sha’s words freeze the atmosphere in the room once more.
Ning Qingfeng raises his eyebrows, showing interest for the first time.
The original plan for Blood Cross to assassinate Ning Fan not only failed, but Ning Fan killed Jian Lanchun and stirred chaos within their headquarters. Ning Qingfeng was thoroughly disappointed with this infamous killer organization in the Martial Arts World.
Thus, when Blood Cross members requested a meeting, Ning Qingfeng hesitated long, not wanting too many clues to be discovered by Ning Fan, before choosing to meet them.
But now it seems, this appears to be a wise choice.
“Seems I underestimated your loyalty to that woman Jian Lanchun.”
Ning Qingfeng chuckles, looking at the kneeling Blood Cross members, a cold gleam flashes in his eyes, saying in a deep voice, “Want to avenge your leader, it’s not entirely impossible, but I don’t want to be disappointed again, so before that, you need to prove your strength.”
“How to prove?”
Luo Sha impatiently asks.
“Set Ning Fan aside for a while, let him have his rampant time in Dragon City. As long as the heavens don’t change in Dragon City, he won’t escape my grasp.”
Ning Qingfeng taps the table, pondering for a long time before smiling broadly, “I suppose you know, I have an elder brother, right? His health isn’t great. As a younger brother, I’m quite anxious and eager to find a permanent solution for him. Do you have any ideas?”
Seeing Ning Qingfeng’s meaningful gaze, Luo Sha’s heart shakes, his thoughts become clear, he nods, “I understand!”
This is a test, and also a proof of allegiance!
After Luo Sha and others leave, Ning Qingfeng takes a sip of cold tea, sighing, and murmuring, “Brother, don’t blame me, I have no choice.”
…
Not to mention the events at the Ning Family in Dragon City, at this moment Ning Fan is somewhat frazzled.
Having just resolved the company’s contract payment issues, and using the two hundred million cash received to swiftly solve many project funding problems, Ning Fan didn’t have time to relax before a call came that he couldn’t ignore.
“Brother Ning Fan, do you have time to come out recently?”
Zhao Xue’er’s timid voice on the phone unconsciously reminds Ning Fan of her gentle disposition, softening his heart.
“What, miss me?”
Ning Fan teasingly asked, pretending to be relaxed.
“Mhm.”
Without the expected shyness, Zhao Xue’er softly replied “Mhm,” causing Ning Fan’s emotions to fluctuate even more.
“Tomorrow night is our class reunion… I actually don’t really want to go, but I’ve already promised, so…”
After a brief pause, Zhao Xue’er quietly asked, “Brother Ning Fan, do you have time to accompany me, if not, it’s okay, I can go alone.”
Faced with Zhao Xue’er’s cautious probing, how could Ning Fan refuse?