539: Chapter 528: Break Both Legs Twice 539: Chapter 528: Break Both Legs Twice Ning Fan didn’t leave but took out his phone from his pocket, thought for a moment, and dialed a number.
After a few ringings, the call was connected.
On the other end, Mo Chengjiao was somewhat puzzled; this was his private number.
Usually, nobody knew it apart from those he recognized, but the number showing on the screen was unfamiliar.
After some thought, he still murmured into the phone, “Hello?”
“Old Mo, long time no see.” Ning Fan said cheerfully.
At the sound of this familiar voice and the familiar term of address, Mo Chengjiao’s body shock violently, and he suddenly stood up from the sofa.
“Nine, Ninth Master, is it really you?” Mo Chengjiao was very excited.
Ning Fan had actually called him.
“Yes, it’s me,” Ning Fan nodded, “Cut the crap.
Your son is with me now; come and pick him up.”
“What?” Mo Chengjiao was startled, then his face turned pale, “What happened?”
Why would his son be in the Ninth Master’s hands?
“He tried to kill me, so I just gave him a lesson on your behalf.” Ning Fan casually mentioned his current location and then hung up the phone.
The instant Mo Chengjiao hung up the phone, he rushed out the door, not daring to delay for even a second.
The words Ning Fan said scared him half to death: “Your son wanted to kill me, so I gave him a lesson on your behalf.”
His own son, Mo Chenggong, tried to kill the Ninth Master!
That was an absolute joke!
Quickly arriving at the scene, Mo Chengjiao immediately saw the thugs lying all around, and his heart sank in an instant.
Not far away stood Ning Fan, and in front of Ning Fan was Mo Chenggong, lying on the ground and groaning.
Seeing that Mo Chenggong at least wasn’t dead, Mo Chengjiao let out a heavy sigh of relief.
He rushed to Ning Fan, ignoring his son with the broken leg, and pleaded, “Ninth Master, I’m very sorry, I had no idea what was happening, my son, he actually to you…
to you…
”
“It’s because he’s your son that I didn’t kill him.
Go take a look at him first,” Ning Fan said indifferently.
If it had been someone else trying to kill him, Ning Fan would have shown no mercy at all.
To repay an eye for an eye, this had always been Ning Fan’s way.
If someone was trying to kill you and you still harbored compassion, what would that make you?
Mo Chengjiao hesitated and nodded, then hurried over to his son, seeing his son’s pitiful state, yet he felt somewhat relieved.
At least the Ninth Master had taught him a lesson, which meant there was room for maneuver.
Otherwise, if his son was still unharmed, that would mean the Ninth Master was truly angry, and perhaps it would bring trouble to himself!
“Dad, you’re here.
Did you bring people?
Kill him, kill him now!” Mo Chenggong, dazed, saw his father arriving and instinctively shouted.
Mo Chengjiao’s face turned dark, and he slapped Mo Chenggong hard across the face, bellowing, “You fool, do you know what you’re saying?”
“What?” Mo Chenggong was stunned, “Dad, it’s me.
Ning Fan broke my legs; get him now, avenge me!”
Mo Chengjiao’s body shook violently, his lips quivering so much that he was unable to speak for a moment.
Looking at the stick lying beside him, he didn’t say a word and just picked it up.
Mo Chenggong’s eyes lit up, thinking his father was going to make his move.
But the next second, Mo Chengjiao, with a somber look, swung his hand and, with a crack, broke Mo Chenggong’s other leg.
Now, both his legs were broken!
“Dad, what are you doing?
You…”
“If you keep talking, I’ll kill you right now,” Mo Chengjiao said darkly, his eyes radiating a thick intent to kill.
The foolish acts of Mo Chenggong had already pushed Mo Chengjiao’s rage to the peak.
Ning Fan sighed, he had actually felt that it no longer mattered, but he didn’t expect Mo Chengjiao to take his identity so seriously.
“Forget it, it’s just a kid, a lesson is enough,” Ning Fan said.
Mo Chengjiao turned his head to look at Ning Fan and bowed deeply, saying solemnly, “Ninth Master, rest assured, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation for this matter.”
“That’s good, let him understand that some people he can provoke, and there are others he can never afford to provoke in his lifetime, otherwise, he will suffer in the future,” Ning Fan stated gravely.
He truly felt that Mo Chenggong needed to be educated.
Today, it was him who Mo Chenggong had troubled; what if it were someone else in the future?
Would they be as merciful as he was?
Would they happen to have a connection with Mo Chengjiao?
He should feel lucky that the person he provoked today was Ning Fan and not someone else.
At this moment, Mo Chenggong finally had a slight glimmer of intelligence, daring not to utter a single word, but the pain of having both his legs broken made him even more defiant in his heart.
After Ning Fan finished speaking, he left gracefully.
On the spot, Mo Chengjiao heaved a heavy sigh of relief, but then, Mo Chenggong suddenly spoke, “Dad, you just let him walk away like that?”
“What else?” Mo Chengjiao fiercely turned his head to look at his own foolish son.
“But he broke one of my legs,” Mo Chenggong said, taking it for granted.
“Heh, you should be clear-minded that he broke one of your legs.
If it were in the past, you would already be a corpse by now.
Your leg has been broken, but at least you’re still alive; you should thank the ancestors of our old Mo Family!” Mo Chengjiao said with a cold laugh.
When Ning Fan returned to the villa, he saw Xu Xiaoqing sitting on the sofa watching television.
Ning Fan felt a bit curious.
Does Xu Xiaoqing really like watching television that much?
“You’re back?” Xu Xiaoqing greeted him with a beaming smile.
Every time she saw Ning Fan, Xu Xiaoqing would feel inexplicably excited.
“Why are you so excited?
What, have you won the lottery?” Ning Fan said with a bizarre expression, before he prepared to return to his room to change his clothes.
The recent fight could have been avoided, but still, a little blood had stained his clothes.
Ning Fan did not like that smell.
“Wait, I have something for you,” Xu Xiaoqing called out eagerly.
“What is it?” Ning Fan asked, puzzled.
He then saw Xu Xiaoqing take out something black from behind the sofa cushion.
Ning Fan’s expression shifted slightly; the color and size…
it was a Challenge Letter!
With a swift movement from the stairway entrance, he flipped over, took the object from Xu Xiaoqing’s hands, and unfolded it.
Upon inspection, he let out a sigh of relief.
So, this was the Challenge Letter given by Elder Tang of the Tang Clan.
Its solemnity was somewhat unexpected to Ning Fan.
Inside was a detailed explanation of the match, including the venue—at the Tang Clan.
Seeing Xu Xiaoqing’s excited expression, Ning Fan felt speechless: “You’ve already seen this, haven’t you?”
“Hehe…
I just thought it was fun,” Xu Xiaoqing said coyly: “Can I go with you?”
“No!” Ning Fan said definitively.