611: Chapter 600: The Second Candidate 611: Chapter 600: The Second Candidate On the street, Ning Fan trampled Di Baitian underfoot, his shoe grinding heavily against Di Baitian’s face.
The look on Di Baitian’s face was one of pain and utter humiliation.
Ning Fan was set on grinding this man’s arrogance to dust.
“I don’t need someone who won’t listen.
Don’t think too highly of yourself, understand your place right now,” Ning Fan said.
In Ning Fan’s eyes, although Di Baitian was quite capable, what of it?
If he wouldn’t fall in line, if he couldn’t be of use and would only make things worse, Ning Fan wouldn’t hesitate to kill him.
Seeing how Di Baitian dealt with Ouyang Feifei just now, Ning Fan had already harbored the intention to kill the man.
Di Baitian clenched his teeth, saying nothing, his eyes filled with humiliation.
“Do you want to die?”
Ning Fan asked icily, and Di Baitian shifted his gaze to meet Ning Fan’s exceptionally cold eyes, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and was suddenly stunned.
Di Baitian knew if he dared to anger Ning Fan now, the only thing waiting for him would be a one-way road to death.
He swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, and could only reluctantly say, “Please spare me, give me another chance!”
“Give you another chance?
Why should I, who do you think you are?
How about I cripple your limbs and send you back to Death Prison?”
Ning Fan sneered, looking down on Di Baitian with disdain.
Opportunities could be given, but not everyone deserved them.
Di Baitian’s face changed drastically, finally realizing he had truly brought disaster upon himself.
He had only intended to feign obedience to Ning Fan when coming to Zhonghai, but he had been too arrogant, utterly ignoring the opinions Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei held of him.
To say he wasn’t scared would be a lie.
The world was full of people unafraid of death, but Di Baitian definitely wasn’t one of them; he was not willing to die like this.
Without making a name for himself, to die here in Zhonghai, and if others were to learn the cause of his death, Di Baitian would surely become the laughing stock of many.
“Opportunities aren’t for everyone.
Be more careful in your next life.”
Ning Fan looked at Di Baitian without an ounce of mercy.
Now truly afraid, Di Baitian looked towards Ouyang Feifei and begged, “Team leader, please give me a chance, give me one more chance!”
Before Ouyang Feifei, who was weaker than him, this woman he had always regarded lightly, Di Baitian could only pin his hopes on her, pleading without any hesitation.
Seeing this guy begging Ouyang Feifei like a dog, Ning Fan didn’t hurry to make a move.
He decided to hear out Ouyang Feifei’s opinion.
Ouyang Feifei hesitated, glanced at Ning Fan, and finally said slowly, “Let’s observe him for a while longer.”
Thus, Di Baitian turned his pleading gaze back towards Ning Fan.
Ning Fan huffed coldly, “Fine, I’ll give Ouyang Feifei some face.
Today I’ll spare your dog life.
But remember, whether you want to be a man or remain a dog in the future is for you to decide!”
Having said that, Ning Fan moved his foot away and tossed a poison pill into Di Baitian’s mouth just as he opened it to speak.
“Swallow it, and from now on I’ll regularly provide you with the antidote, but if you disobey Ouyang Feifei again, you’ll bear the consequences yourself.”
Di Baitian dared not resist and could only obediently swallow the poison Ning Fan tossed into his mouth.
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After getting Di Baitian completely under control, the group returned to the temporary base in the suburbs.
After Ning Fan’s lesson, Di Baitian had become much more compliant, though it was unclear whether it was due to the poison or if he had truly reformed.
For now, there was no need to worry about him disobeying orders in the future.
Di Baitian’s life was now in Ouyang Feifei’s hands; any slight wrongdoing on his part, and Ouyang Feifei could report to Ning Fan, then ensure Di Baitian met an unmarked grave.
“This is the second candidate I’ve prepared, Wu Lin, who also came from Death Prison.
His strength is average, but he’s skilled at disguise and would be a good reserve member for Shadow Team,” she said.
Ouyang Feifei’s second recommendation, Wu Lin, was skilled in disguise, meaning he was particularly suited for intelligence work, which was why Ouyang Feifei had recommended him.
Ning Fan examined the report on Wu Lin provided by Ouyang Feifei and a mysterious light flashed in his eyes before he suddenly lifted his head to look at Di Baitian.
Thinking Ning Fan was warning him, Di Baitian immediately spoke up, “I’ll do it, I’ll take care of this guy.
I refuse to believe he’ll dare turn against me to my face!”
After all, both were from Death Prison.
Wu Lin must have heard of Di Baitian, and now Di Baitian was eager for this man’s submission to regain the trust of Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei.
Di Baitian’s situation was quite dangerous.
Previously, his disobedience had led to a free-spirited life in Zhonghai, but the end result was a severe beating and nearly losing his life.
Had it not been for Ouyang Feifei’s leniency afterwards, he might have been beaten to death by Ning Fan or have his limbs broken and sent back to Death Prison.
Plus, Di Baitian’s life was still in the hands of Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei.
Even though he was unhappy, Di Baitian was no fool; he knew the gravity of his situation.
In Ning Fan’s words, this person just asked for punishment.
Without a beating, he would never realize the extent of the sky and the breadth of the earth.
“You won’t go alone, you’ll go with Feifei.”
Ning Fan glared at Di Baitian, who chuckled sheepishly and said nothing, obediently shutting his mouth.
Ouyang Feifei frowned, wanting to say something, but then thought better of it, simply hoping that Wu Lin would be easier to handle than Di Baitian.
“This matter is yours to handle, don’t disappoint me.”
Ning Fan’s profound gaze rested on Di Baitian.
Frankly, Ning Fan’s impression of Di Baitian was not at all favorable: arrogant, defiant, and embodying various negative traits, Ning Fan could see all those markers in Di Baitian.
To put it nicely, the man was arrogantly proud of his talents; to put it harshly, he had no idea of his own limitations.
Frankly speaking, it was sheer luck he was still alive.
Di Baitian watched Ning Fan with an awkward expression.
Facing Ning Fan, he was like a mouse in the presence of a cat: either cowering submissively or desperate to flee, but clearly he could not run.
If he dared to, the consequences were unthinkable.
“Prepare quickly; I’m expecting good news from you.”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Before Ouyang Feifei could say a word, Di Baitian was already nodding his head eagerly in respect.