596: Chapter 585: Subduing Di Baitian 596: Chapter 585: Subduing Di Baitian “What are you doing?!”
Ouyang Feifei instinctively hugged Ning Fan’s neck, her eyes wide in astonishment as she looked at Ning Fan, who had lifted her by the waist.
Ning Fan didn’t answer, just gave her a reassuring glance, and then stepped back about ten meters to start his run-up.
Having broken through to the Object-Manipulating Realm and bolstered by the Genetic Potion, it wasn’t difficult to traverse the long corridor in front of them.
Once she realized what Ning Fan was intending to do, Ouyang Feifei’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief, as what Ning Fan was about to do seemed somewhat inconceivable.
However, when Ning Fan leaped from the entrance of the hallway, his body light as a swallow, tracing a beautiful arc through the air like a flight, Ouyang Feifei almost thought that wings had sprouted from his back.
It wasn’t strange for Ouyang Feifei to have such an illusion, for Ning Fan’s ability to remain airborne was incredibly strong.
What was originally a corridor more than twenty meters long was rapidly approaching.
Swoosh—
Ning Fan finally landed, sliding a distance along the ground with his feet as a buffer before coming to a stop.
After such a thrilling experience, Ouyang Feifei was so shocked that she couldn’t close her mouth.
She looked at Ning Fan, unable to say a word for a long time, thinking how overly willful this was…
“Let’s go, we don’t have much time,”
Ning Fan urged, as they had serious matters to attend to.
Ouyang Feifei hurriedly followed him.
The pair walked deeper into Death Prison as if they were strolling in their own backyard.
Although the security system of the entire Death Prison had been upgraded, it seemed almost non-existent to Ning Fan and her.
Before long, Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei smoothly reached the lowest level of Death Prison.
“The room at the end, Di Baitian is right inside there.”
At the deepest part was an iron door without a single gap, its ominous atmosphere already pervading the air, and Ning Fan led Ouyang Feifei to the door.
“…I thought this door would be difficult to open, but it seems it’s nothing special after all.”
Death Prison was established during World War II, with a structure similar to an air-raid shelter underground.
Many areas below had not been modified but only underwent regular maintenance.
Perhaps because they never expected anyone to reach the deepest part of Death Prison again, they had been confident enough after installing the latest defense system.
Pushing open the iron door, within the underground cell, a man in restraints was chained in the center by several iron chains, his long, unkempt hair and originally white restraint suit now grimy and stained with black in many spots.
Feeling someone enter, Di Baitian lifted his head, seeing the light after a long absence.
It was a face that rarely smiled, the features cold, and his icy gaze seemed to freeze everything.
Di Baitian, though locked up, had not been gagged.
He looked over Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei standing in the doorway and, realizing they were not Death Prison’s Defenders, still said coldly, “I don’t recall there being a night snack tonight.”
“Hahaha, what a pity, we’re not here to deliver takeout, Mr.
Di Baitian.”
At that, Ning Fan chuckled and then walked into the cell, unchaining all the iron chains from Di Baitian.
Di Baitian, now free, sat on the ground without any reaction, his face still holding a cool expression; he didn’t intend to thank Ning Fan for releasing him from his bonds.
At this moment, Ouyang Feifei also received a signal from Ning Fan and came over to get straight to the point: “Di Baitian, are you interested in doing some work with us?”
“You?”
Di Baitian raised his head and squinted at the two of them with a scrutinizing gaze.
“What do you want me to do with you?
Play house?”
Di Baitian shook his head, clearly uninterested in what Ouyang Feifei had said.
Seeing his indifference, Ouyang Feifei frowned and added, “We can get you out of this hellish place, but only if you join us afterward.”
Di Baitian had finally understood the reason Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei were here; they intended to recruit him…
In Di Baitian’s view, they clearly underestimated him.
“Heh, just with you two?”
Di Baitian looked at them mockingly, a cold smile forming on his face.
This man, his face rugged and unkempt, with a fierce demeanor, stood up, his aura suddenly becoming immensely powerful.
“If I wanted to leave, do you think the scum here could stop me?”
Di Baitian looked down on them pridefully.
Initially, if he hadn’t been ambushed, he never would have been captured and brought to this hellish place.
Moreover, since his arrival, his strength had virtually fully recovered.
In his eyes, even if Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei hadn’t shown up today, he would have found a way to escape eventually.
Hence, he didn’t feel he owed Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei anything, nor did he need to leave with them.
“We are sincerely inviting you.”
A flicker of annoyance passed through Ouyang Feifei’s eyes.
Di Baitian was difficult to deal with, and recruiting him, it seemed, wouldn’t be so easy.
Upon hearing Ouyang Feifei’s earnest words, Di Baitian wasn’t moved in the slightest; instead, he coldly retorted more fiercely, “Who do you think you are, trying to control me?”
As a traditional martial artist, Di Baitian, once free, would achieve great things on his own, without needing to rely on any organization.
Ning Fan could also see that Di Baitian was indeed a traditional martial artist, already in the intermediate stage of the True Qi Realm, roughly equal in strength to the former Warden here.
He had been trapped here previously because his powers had been suppressed, but recently, Di Baitian’s strength had almost completely recovered.
“Am I, Di Baitian, someone who lives at another’s mercy?
Don’t think just because you came here and presented me with grand promises that I would gratefully follow you.
I’ve seen too many people like you!”
Di Baitian’s tone was dismissive, his eyes filled with disdain, and he probably considered Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei as Jianghu swindlers, trying to coax him into joining their scheming.
“Even if you hadn’t come today, I would have been able to leave this place in a few days.
There’s no need for me to ask you to leave now, is there?”
With that said, it seemed that Di Baitian was not the least bit inclined to accept Ouyang Feifei’s invitation.
Ouyang Feifei had not expected Di Baitian to be so prideful, finding herself in a difficult position now; after all, she had personally recommended this individual to Ning Fan.
Now, they had even been humiliated by Di Baitian, and she was beginning to regret coming here.
But Di Baitian had his reasons for being proud and arrogant.
As a traditional martial artist with the strength of the intermediate True Qi Realm, Di Baitian could walk boldly in many places.
“Oh?”