812: Chapter 801: Ning Fan’s Decision!
812: Chapter 801: Ning Fan’s Decision!
The loyalty of the Yunteng Family—it truly is an enticing offer.
Though the Yunteng Family has now lost its strongest combatant, even Teng Zhuhai is barely hanging on, its foundation cannot be underestimated.
Today, while Ning Fan is capable of taking the lives of Teng Zhuhai and a large number of the Yunteng Family’s members, it doesn’t mean he can easily uproot the Yunteng Family entirely.
To truly annihilate the Yunteng Family, it would likely demand a heavy price.
However, if the loyalty of the Yunteng Family can be secured, that would be a different story.
For such a vast family to become his pawn—if Teng Feiyue can indeed seize control of the Yunteng Family and remain steadfast in her allegiance to him, the Yunteng Family would undoubtedly become a formidable asset.
Because of Teng Feiyue’s words, Ning Fan had already begun weighing the costs and benefits at this moment.
The entire hall was eerily silent.
Everyone clenched their fists, beads of sweat dripping as they anxiously awaited Ning Fan’s reply—especially Teng Feiyue.
Right now, her father’s survival and her brother Teng Huayang’s life hung entirely on Ning Fan’s whim.
As for the Yunteng Family, Teng Feiyue’s concerns were minimal; compared to the family, she cared more deeply about her loved ones.
No matter how cold Teng Zhuhai could be, he was still her father.
And if not for the Evil Gu, he wouldn’t have turned into someone so unpredictable.
Furthermore, Teng Feiyue had long dreamed of reforming the Yunteng Family.
This situation might be her golden opportunity.
If she could overcome the crisis this time and wrest control of the Yunteng Family, deep down, Teng Feiyue hoped to change it.
“Let me ask you—are you truly willing to let me cripple your father?”
Ning Fan suddenly posed a question.
The proposal to cripple Teng Zhuhai wasn’t his to begin with—it had actually come from Teng Feiyue herself.
Should Teng Zhuhai be crippled, it would seem the Yunteng Family truly would lose all hope of recovery.
So long as Teng Feiyue harbored no duplicity going forward, and the Yunteng Family pledged allegiance to him alone, Ning Fan would claim tremendous advantage in this ordeal—it wouldn’t be impossible to simply walk away then.
The critical point was whether Teng Feiyue genuinely had this sincerity.
“… As long as you don’t kill him!”
Teng Feiyue’s gaze flickered with hesitation before she finally spoke.
To her, as long as Teng Zhuhai could continue living, that would mean everything—even if reduced to a cripple, she could still look after him in the future.
The Yunteng Family members, hearing Teng Feiyue’s answer, subconsciously swallowed hard.
Were they really about to submit to Ning Fan?
Glancing at Teng Zhuhai, who lay on the ground without the strength to resist, his eyes wide and brimming with despair.
He seemed to want to say something, but his injuries left him without the ability even to speak.
Ning Fan let out a contemplative hum, once again plunging into thoughtful silence.
With Ning Fan’s attitude wavering once more, the tension in everyone’s hearts grew heavier.
Would Ning Fan ultimately accept Teng Feiyue’s proposal?
In truth, Ning Fan had already been somewhat moved by this possibility, though uncertainty lingered.
Because, for Ning Fan, this was still a gamble.
Whether the Yunteng Family would genuinely submit remained suspect.
If something went wrong and the Yunteng Family restored its Vital Energy, then struck him when he least expected—it would leave Ning Fan without recourse.
Thus, he couldn’t help but carefully consider this decision—should he accept Teng Feiyue’s offer?
Ning Fan, now deeply immersed in his thoughts, wore an expression that made Teng Feiyue increasingly anxious.
At this moment, Teng Feiyue’s heart was shouting—what could she possibly do to make Ning Fan trust her?
To make him believe that she was truly willing to lead the Yunteng Family in allegiance to him!
No one knew how much time had passed, but Ning Fan remained unresponsive.
After the fierce battle, the hall was utterly still; no one dared make a sound, fearing they might disturb Ning Fan.
“… How about you do it yourself?”
Suddenly, Ning Fan spoke.
His words plunged Teng Feiyue into inner turmoil.
As if to test Teng Feiyue’s sincerity, Ning Fan wanted her to personally take action to cripple Teng Zhuhai.
For Teng Feiyue, this was undoubtedly a battle of heart against heart.
Upon hearing Ning Fan’s demand, Teng Bei, despite his inability to move, would’ve been the first to jump in objection.
Ning Fan’s request was simply too excessive—to demand Teng Feiyue personally render her father incapacitated felt mercilessly cruel.
The rest of the Yunteng Family also held their breath, focusing their eyes entirely on Teng Feiyue, awaiting her decision.
Regardless of what Teng Feiyue decided, her choice would undoubtedly leave one side dissatisfied.
But Ning Fan’s intention was precisely that—he wanted to see what Teng Feiyue would choose.
Her decision directly tied to the Yunteng Family’s future.
At that moment, Teng Feiyue’s heart wrangled with agonizing conflict.
Ning Fan’s demand to have her take action was unexpected yet not incomprehensible.
Ning Fan’s purpose in making such a demand was to gauge her sincerity.
Teng Feiyue understood clearly: if she couldn’t satisfy Ning Fan, the Yunteng Family would absolutely not escape this danger, and her loved ones would lose their lives.
Simultaneously, the Yunteng Family’s fate had now wholly descended upon her shoulders.
Teng Feiyue bore inconceivable pressure—if possible, she wished she could pass the decision to someone else.
She looked at Ning Fan, then at Teng Zhuhai lying on the ground with bloodshot eyes.
Then, she turned her gaze to the other members of the family.
Their expressions, one after another, added unique weights to her heart.
Ning Fan remained expressionless, appearing exceptionally cold.
Teng Zhuhai was equally direct, his face etched with anguish and fury, his gaze seemingly pleading with Teng Feiyue not to beg Ning Fan.
The Yunteng Family should die standing, he seemed to suggest.
As for the others, they looked lost…
“I’ll give you one minute to decide.
Once you’ve made up your mind, answer me—you only have a minute!”
Seeing Teng Feiyue unable to commit, Ning Fan increased the pressure, granting her just sixty seconds to make her decision.
Teng Feiyue’s face was ashen, the turmoil in her heart growing more intense.
Every passing second brought her closer to torment.
For her, neither option was easy to choose.
One minute—merely sixty seconds—flew by in an instant, though for Teng Feiyue, every second crawled slowly.
“I… I…”
Still hesitating, the time was running out.
Teng Feiyue’s face was drenched in sweat.
Finally, just as the minute drew to its end, Ning Fan spoke again: “Time’s up.
What have you decided?”
“…”
“Oh, no answer?
Then I’m afraid I must apologize.”
“Wait!”