606: Chapter 595: Begging Ning Fan 606: Chapter 595: Begging Ning Fan Facing Qian Wujun’s hints, Ning Fan knew pretending not to understand would be a lie.
The Qian Family was currently maintaining its status thanks to Qian Wujun’s leadership, but what about after Qian Wujun was gone?
Qian Nengde’s abilities seemed somewhat lacking, and if there wasn’t an appropriate candidate to assist, the pressure would be too great.
In fact, Qian Wujun had long been looking for candidates, always seeking to ensure the Qian Family’s security by attracting talent.
Ning Fan was one of the individuals Qian Wujun valued most.
If he could be persuaded to join the Qian Family, then even if Qian Wujun passed away, he would not have to worry about the Qian Family facing significant challenges without him at the helm.
Facing Qian Wujun’s myriad of hints, Ning Fan had heard them all, and he didn’t want to keep things so obscure.
Some matters were better said out loud.
“Is that so…”
Upon receiving such a direct reply from Ning Fan, Qian Wujun wore a bitter expression.
He glanced at Ning Fan, then at the situation on the Go board.
“Hmph, someone who’s almost losing still doesn’t know where to tone it down!”
Qian Xiaorou, who had not understood the conversation between her grandfather and Ning Fan, only saw that the situation on the board was in her grandfather’s favor, so she couldn’t help but mockingly tease.
“Xiaorou, don’t be rude!”
Qian Nengde scolded her, but the situation on the board could not be changed; indeed, it was his father who had the advantage, while Ning Fan’s position appeared somewhat constrained.
Qian Wujun seemed to have noticed where the placement of the black stones was fatally flawed, thinking to himself that Ning Fan was still too young.
Another move was played, and the white stones began to strangle the black ones like a great dragon.
“God Doctor Ning, if you don’t pay attention, your situation will become dangerous.”
At this time, Qian Wujun surprisingly offered a reminder.
Ning Fan did not make a sound but merely smiled slightly, then picking up a black stone, he said with a laugh, “Man proposes, but how do you know I’ve lost?”
The black stone was placed, but it seemed unable to change anything.
Qian Wujun furrowed his brows.
Honestly, he couldn’t see what mystery there was in this move; it seemed not to affect the situation at all, suggesting a hint of digging one’s own grave.
Qian Xiaorou, slightly flushed with drink, did not cease her snide comments towards Ning Fan because of her father’s rebuke.
This rare opportunity to fulfill her ambition against Ning Fan was not something she would let pass.
As the two continued to play, black and white stones alternating, Qian Wujun played steadily, seeking to gradually erode Ning Fan’s black stones and easily secure victory in the end.
However, as the game progressed, the reality turned out to be the opposite of what Qian Wujun had expected.
Not only did he not see his advantage grow, but somehow a large black dragon had formed, completely enclosing his white stones.
At this moment, Qian Wujun could see threats everywhere.
Looking up again at Ning Fan, who wore a harmless expression, that smile now seemed a little too terrifying.
Qian Wujun inhaled sharply, his hand holding a white stone hung in mid-air for a long while, unable to descend.
He had not yet figured out his next move.
Unnoticed, a drop of cold sweat had already fallen from Qian Wujun’s forehead.
In the end, Qian Wujun wiped away the cold sweat and pondered for a long while before slowly placing the white stone down.
“When exactly did it start?” Qian Wujun said in his heart, filled with astonishment.
From what point had the situation turned out this way?
He could no longer control what followed.
The feeling of powerlessness swept over him once more.
Looking at the young man sitting across from him, so calm and collected, Qian Wujun felt a deep sense of wariness.
But that wariness soon turned into shock and admiration.
Indeed, he hadn’t misjudged…
“Mr.
Qian, it’s about time to end this.”
Ning Fan casually placed a black piece on the board, clinching the victory.
Qian Xiaorou pouted.
Hearing Ning Fan’s words, she wanted to defend her grandfather, but as soon as she looked at the chessboard, even with her mind not fully clear, she could see the situation for what it was.
On the board, a black dragon had already pinned down the body of the white dragon, its gaping maw open wide, its aggressive attack as fierce as fire, and no one knew when it had begun.
Qian Wujun didn’t reach for another piece; instead, he sighed about the newer generation pushing the preceding one and looked at Ning Fan with a complex gaze.
“I’ve lost…”
There was a sense of relief and a touch of liberality in Qian Wujun’s voice.
He had lost; recalling Ning Fan’s seemingly casual moves from before, it now seemed that every single one carried a cold intent to kill, a sign that Ning Fan was not to be underestimated.
Qian Wujun readily accepted his defeat, while Qian Xiaorou and Qian Nengde couldn’t help but rub their eyes, unable to believe the scene before them.
Just moments ago, the situation had been in Qian Wujun’s favor, yet Ning Fan had won, countering the white pieces in a silent and stealthy retribution.
“Just luck, just luck,” Ning Fan said with a slight smile, looking relieved.
But whether it was truly luck or a stratagem from the start, that was something only he knew.
“You all may leave now.”
Qian Wujun waved his hand at Qian Nengde and the others, signaling them to go out, as he planned to have a few words with Ning Fan alone.
Qian Nengde and his daughter hesitated for a moment but ultimately nodded and left.
In the hall, only Ning Fan and Qian Wujun remained.
“If the elder has something to say, please feel free.”
Ning Fan did not beat around the bush and looked squarely at the elder Qian Wujun.
Qian Wujun nodded, getting straight to the point, “In fact, I am aware of God Doctor Ning’s true identity.”
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan widened his eyes in surprise; what identity?
Then, Ning Fan regained his composure, sizing up Qian Wujun, trying to discern something from his eyes.
“Both the contemporary Guiguzi and Phantom Asura.
What should I call you, God Doctor Ning?”
The first identity was something he had known for a while, while the latter was discovered by chance; it was precisely because of Ning Fan’s identity that he held Ning Fan in such high regard.
“It’s all the same, just a code name, nothing serious,” Ning Fan shook his head, signaling that Qian Wujun could address him casually.
At that moment, Qian Wujun sighed again, looking somewhat desolate at Ning Fan and said, “My body is failing me, and God Doctor Ning previously said you could be friends with the Qian Family.
If the Qian Family is in danger in the future, I hope you will definitely lend a hand…”
“Elder, you need not say more.
Since I am friends with the Qian Family, of course, I will help a friend in need when a crisis arises,” Ning Fan stated.
“Then I am relieved!”