778: Chapter 767: Assassination of Teng Zhuhai 778: Chapter 767: Assassination of Teng Zhuhai Dressed in black, with two long swords hanging from his body, Ning Fan’s silhouette blended into the night as he quietly approached the Shangguan Family.
The Yunteng Family had called so many people from Zang City, such a commotion could not go unnoticed by the major families of Jiangcheng, and especially the Huo Family who had informed Ning Fan of this news early on—it was because they perceived that Teng Zhuhai finally intended to make a move against him.
Seizing the opportunity, Ning Fan secretly arrived in Jiangcheng.
No one knew that Ning Fan had come to Jiangcheng; only a very few people were privy to this matter, and it was impossible for word to leak out.
As he got closer to the Shangguan Family, the place was still brightly lit with many people patrolling the yard.
Ning Fan, lying on the roof like a night cat, was so silent that his figure completely merged with the darkness, making him difficult to detect.
“The Yunteng Family people haven’t set off yet?” Ning Fan wondered as he carefully observed the movements inside the courtyard.
Before long, he caught sight of a familiar figure—Shangguan Tanglong.
Shangguan Tanglong was talking to a group of people.
Due to the distance, Ning Fan couldn’t hear very clearly, but judging by their activity, they were clearly planning something major.
Ning Fan paid close attention.
“Listen, be very careful when you go to Zhonghai; after all, Zhonghai is not Jiangcheng.
Don’t fall for Ning Fan’s tricks!”
Shangguan Tanglong thus warned those headed to Zhonghai.
After sending people off one by one, he went to Teng Zhuhai to ask whether to set off right now.
Teng Zhuhai’s indifferent reply was simply that it didn’t matter.
This response left Shangguan Tanglong frustrated and unable to articulate his difficulty; what exactly did ‘it doesn’t matter’ imply?
But Shangguan Tanglong, who could never fathom Teng Zhuhai’s thoughts, didn’t dare say much.
He could only tell people to head to Zhonghai first while he was too afraid to even inquire when Teng Zhuhai’s followers would depart.
He feared that asking might further upset Teng Zhuhai.
Unknown to both of them was the fact that Ning Fan, the man they intended to deal with, was already in the Shangguan Family residence.
After a gap of five days, Ning Fan had returned to Jiangcheng.
He was highly secretive, not letting any information slip; everyone thought he was still in Zhonghai.
At night, the people from the Shangguan Family departed.
Watching them leave one after another, Ning Fan easily guessed they were likely being used as cannon fodder by Teng Zhuhai.
However, he wasn’t concerned; he wasn’t in Zhonghai, and naturally, someone else would handle this group of people.
Moreover, it wouldn’t be long before they’d rush back in a panic.
Still, there was no movement from the Yunteng Family, and it was unclear when they were planning to set off.
What Ning Fan was most worried about was actually the Yunteng Family.
If they didn’t make a move, then he was somewhat troubled because his only target tonight was Teng Zhuhai.
As long as he dealt with Teng Zhuhai, the Yunteng Family would no longer pose a threat.
Even if the Yunteng Family sought revenge later, without a leader, they would be in disarray.
By then, Ning Fan would have ample time to handle them.
Waiting patiently on the rooftop, just when Ning Fan was considering whether to retreat for the night and return the next evening, Teng Nan suddenly came out of the house.
Teng Nan looked around the courtyard, here and there, as if he was conveying some message.
Before long, figures moved about, and more than twenty people gathered in front of Teng Nan.
Ning Fan narrowed his eyes and observed from afar.
“Are these the people from the Yunteng Family?”
Muttering to himself, Ning Fan scrutinized those from the Yunteng Family.
Their aura was foreboding, and they all looked like no good lot.
Compared to those from the Shangguan Family whom Ning Fan had previously discovered, they seemed much more formidable.
If this group made it to Zhonghai, frankly speaking, even Ning Fan felt they would be troublesome.
Teng Nan was talking with those people, and it was probably after about ten minutes or so that Teng Nan and the group left the Shangguan Family.
Noticing this, Ning Fan did not act immediately but continued to patiently wait.
Estimating the time in his mind, it must have been after midnight by then.
The Shangguan Family had set out in the early night, and the Yunteng Family was leaving after midnight, which was a strategic stagger; the former was a cover, while the actual deadly move was to come from the people of the Yunteng Family.
Thinking this, the corner of Ning Fan’s mouth curled up, and a confident smile hung on his face.
As he had thought, Teng Zhuhai wouldn’t make his move until the very last moment.
His purpose in coming to Jiangcheng was more about providing a guarantee and deterrence.
As for taking action himself, his pride probably couldn’t be shattered until the very last moment.
After all, he was a hegemon in his own right.
In his eyes, Ning Fan was nothing more than a greenhorn, and dealing with him was a task that could be left to his subordinates.
Teng Zhuhai only needed to sit here and exert his intimidating presence.
But what Teng Zhuhai wouldn’t expect was that Ning Fan was now like a venomous snake, lying in wait, ready to strike, having already been lurking by his side for a long time.
Under the cover of night, at the weakest hour, Ning Fan made his move.
He moved bit by bit in the darkness and soon found Teng Zhuhai’s room.
The last time he was in Jiangcheng, Ning Fan had intentionally left a mark, and he had memorized the auras of both Teng Zhuhai and Teng Bei.
Since Teng Nan had taken people to Zhonghai, only Teng Zhuhai and Teng Bei were here now.
After confirming that Teng Zhuhai was in the room, Ning Fan went straight in through the balcony.
A shadowy figure like a ghost landed silently on the floor, stirring not a sound, as a pair of sharp eyes searched the darkness.
Squatting quietly near the balcony, Ning Fan was sure Teng Zhuhai was in the room but didn’t act rashly at this moment.
Instead, he still sought out Teng Zhuhai’s exact location.
Suddenly, Ning Fan narrowed his eyes; his ears twitched as he heard a steady breathing sound.
If he wasn’t mistaken, it must be Teng Zhuhai’s breathing.
Teng Zhuhai seemed to have fallen into deep sleep, lying on the bed, unaware that someone had snuck into the room, his breathing very steady.
Ning Fan crept closer to Teng Zhuhai, with a poisoned dagger somehow now in hand, aimed at Teng Zhuhai’s throat.
The dagger was raised high, poised to plunge into Teng Zhuhai’s throat the next second.
The poison he had prepared was Blood-Sealing Throat; as long as he could insert the dagger into Teng Zhuhai’s body, Ning Fan was confident he could take Teng Zhuhai’s life.
“Who’s there?!”
But at that moment, Teng Zhuhai suddenly opened his eyes, and a burst of True Qi knocked Ning Fan back.