573: Chapter 562: Dead Town 573: Chapter 562: Dead Town In the Fang Guild’s underground base, Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning were each locked into the solitude of separate cells.
They had been separated from Xu Ruolan and the others when they were brought here.
Thunder was clutching his forehead, veins bulged as he groaned continuously, seemingly planning to wrench the iron door open with brute force.
However, even though Thunder exerted tremendous strength, the sturdy prison door remained unmoved.
His face turned beet red, and eventually, he had to give up unwillingly.
“Damn it!” Thunder cursed angrily, his expression fraught with annoyance.
Rain sat by the cell door, advising helplessly, “Conserve your strength.
This is the headquarters of the Fang Guild.
Even if you could break the door, do you think we can fight our way out?”
“So what should we do?
Should we just sit here and wait for death!”
“Waiting is not the same as waiting for death.
Miss Xu’s choice was correct.
We are isolated and have no support here, we can only hope for Ning Fan’s backup…”
Rain’s voice carried a sense of resignation.
This was North Africa, inside the Fang Guild’s headquarters.
Now she understood Xu Ruolan’s choice better.
Having calmed down, they truly had no other option but to wait.
Thunder also understood this but couldn’t help feeling frustrated.
“I hope she’s alright…” Wind suddenly let out a sigh.
They were separated from Xu Ruolan, and her situation was unclear.
“She should be fine.
Apollo wants to deal with Ning Fan, so Miss Xu should still be safe,” Lightning analyzed.
Meanwhile, Xu Ruolan, whom they were worried about, was now confronting the king of the Fang Guild, Apollo, alone.
Xu Ruolan’s expression was grim, as Apollo was preparing to use her to threaten Ning Fan in her presence.
“Oh, got through!”
Apollo, holding a satellite phone, drew a cold smile on his lips as he looked at Xu Ruolan with a mocking gaze.
“Apollo, what do you want?”
Ning Fan’s voice came through the satellite phone.
Although Xu Ruolan couldn’t hear him clearly, she could feel the anger in his tone.
Seemingly pleased with having provoked Ning Fan, Apollo’s smile became even more unrestrained.
“I must say, Miss Xu is indeed as beautiful as a goddess, with charms that could topple empires.
Even I am moved.
Asura, you really have quite the fortune with women.
I envy that charm of yours!”
“I warn you, you better not entertain any unsavory thoughts, or you’ll die miserably!”
“Asura, do you even understand the situation?
Miss Xu is still ‘visiting’ me here!”
As if his critical weakness had been seized, Ning Fan’s voice abruptly stopped, leaving nothing but heavy breathing.
Apollo’s laughter grew more joyful, but the next second his expression turned icy.
“If you don’t want anything unfortunate to happen to her, disband the Phantom Guild.
Then Xu Ruolan will certainly appear before you unharmed!”
“…
Just wait and see!”
Ning Fan hung up the phone.
At Chen Fengnan’s small private airport, he watched a cargo plane about to take off, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.
The AN-12 transport aircraft, following the ground crew who carried food aid for African refugees into the cargo hold, saw Ning Fan, dressed in combat gear, also wearing a parachute, step aboard.
It was bound for Africa, where local air forces would escort it, along with protection from the United Nations.
The transport plane was on its way to drop off Ning Fan, and the time for takeoff was now.
Ning Fan was traveling alone to Africa, straight into the territory of the Fang Guild.
For him, it was a colossal challenge.
In Africa, he would face countless minions of the Fang Guild.
As for the threats from Apollo, Ning Fan dismissed them all.
He couldn’t possibly dissolve the Phantom Guild, but equally, he wouldn’t employ the power of the Phantom Guild.
Boarding the transport plane, it would take several hours to fly from Europe to the designated location in Africa.
During those hours, Ning Fan’s murderous intent subsided temporarily.
Deep within the underground base of the Fang Guild, Apollo looked uninterestedly at the satellite phone in his hand.
Ning Fan had abruptly hung up the call, which Apollo found quite dull; he had wanted to provoke Ning Fan a bit more.
“Miss Xu, your hero is now on his way.
Are you looking forward to it?”
Apollo tossed the satellite phone aside then walked up to Xu Ruolan, slowly lifting her chin with his hand.
“Get lost!” Xu Ruolan’s face turned icy as she raised her hand to slap him.
But the slap never resounded; her slender wrist was caught in Apollo’s grip.
He chuckled, his eyes carrying a hint of covetousness as he spoke softly, “Go rest for a while.
It won’t be long before Asura comes to rescue you.
When that time comes, you can’t greet him looking like this.”
In her mind, Xu Ruolan suddenly described the man before her as a smiling demon.
Apollo released Xu Ruolan, and she rubbed her slightly painful wrist.
The room’s iron door creaked open, and a trusted aide led Xu Ruolan away.
Xu Ruolan’s treatment was notably different from that of an ordinary prisoner; the trusted aide brought her to a luxurious guest room, treating her as if she were indeed a guest.
As for the four individuals known as Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning who were also captured, Apollo seemed to have forgotten about them altogether, not paying them any mind.
Time passed until the sun eventually occupied its position in the center of the sky, its scorching rays beating down upon the earth.
At the entrance to the small town, a tall figure approached slowly.
The mercenaries by the roadside grinned at the newcomer, many thinking of him as an easy mark, ready to extort a fortune.
“Where are the people of the Fang Guild?”
But as the newcomer spoke those words, everyone in town froze.
When they came to their senses, they all fled in panic, and within ten seconds, not a soul was in sight; the entire town had suddenly become a ghost town.
Ning Fan looked ahead coldly, continuing his walk.
A corpse was laid out in front of a bar with crows pecking at the rotting flesh.
Their crimson eyes suddenly looked up, fixing on Ning Fan, reflecting his silhouette in their gaze.
In the sunlight, his shadow stretched long against the building, and abruptly from it, countless shadows of people extended.
Ning Fan, as if oblivious to their presence, walked on indifferently.
Tap tap tap—
Countless footsteps sounded, silhouettes running along the houses, emerging from the surrounding streets.
In just a moment, the figures crowded around Ning Fan, ensnaring him within their midst.
Just then, a cloud drifted over, casting the entire town in shadow.
“Is this your way of welcoming guests?”
“Kill him!”
Shadows moved swiftly, a piercing chill of murderous intent enveloping the entire street.