788: Chapter 777: You…
You are a Demon!
788: Chapter 777: You…
You are a Demon!
In Shadow Base, Ning Fan frowned as he looked at the bandages on his body.
He had barely recovered from his internal injuries and had almost faltered at the hands of Umbrella.
His mood could only be described as dreadful.
“The woman you brought back today is from Umbrella?”
Upon hearing the news, Ouyang Feifei first checked Ning Fan’s injuries with concern before asking about the woman Ning Fan had injured and brought back.
“Yes.”
Ning Fan nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Speaking of that woman, a rage brewed within him.
After escaping from Cloud Ladder, the only people from Umbrella Ning Fan had encountered were two individuals.
One was previously skilled in Face-changing Technique, whom he had almost failed to detect—Qianmian.
The second was now the woman proficient in Bewitching Technique, whom Ning Fan had imprisoned in Shadow Base.
Today, Ning Fan had almost been bested by a woman.
How could he not be furious?
At the same time, his hatred for Umbrella grew even stronger.
Seeing that they couldn’t subdue him, Umbrella intended to erase him.
It was simply unreasonable.
Of course, Ning Fan understood that Umbrella’s main reason for targeting him was due to Mingwang Pavilion.
However, Ning Fan felt extremely annoyed by Umbrella.
The consecutive displays of power had left Ning Fan without any positive feelings toward Umbrella.
If possible, the next time he encountered Cloud Ladder, Ning Fan would absolutely curse his ancestors.
“I want to interrogate that woman personally!”
Ning Fan said coldly.
He wanted to know how many people from Umbrella were still in Zhonghai so he could drag them out one by one and execute them.
The people Umbrella hid in Zhonghai were like a group of ticking time bombs.
If left unchecked, Ning Fan feared he would have nightmares even in his sleep—especially the one skilled in Face-changing Technique.
It was uncertain whether he was still in Zhonghai.
If he were, Ning Fan would make him his first target.
The previous mastery of Face-changing Technique was incredibly powerful, so much so that even Ning Fan had to admire it.
Deep down, he felt tremendous wariness.
If Qianmian hadn’t been rushed and hadn’t exposed some minor flaws last time, Ning Fan wouldn’t have realized that the person standing before him wasn’t Xiao Jianming.
Thinking that Umbrella might target him or go after those close to him in the future, Qianmian was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.
After all, Ning Fan couldn’t stay by Xu Ruolan and Huo Qiuran’s side twenty-four hours a day.
In contrast, Qianmian could take advantage of his sophisticated Face-changing Technique to strike when vulnerable.
Thus, Ning Fan’s intent to kill him was the strongest.
“Has that woman woken up?”
Ning Fan asked Ouyang Feifei, eager to move then and there and thoroughly torture the woman to find out Qianmian’s whereabouts.
Seeing how urgent Ning Fan was, Ouyang Feifei said irritably, “You should be resting right now.
That woman hasn’t woken up yet!”
Ouyang Feifei couldn’t stand seeing him exert himself with such severe injuries, so she forcibly pushed Ning Fan onto the bed.
“It’s fine; I’m okay.
The poison in that woman’s body probably hasn’t been resolved yet; I’m going over to detoxify her now!”
At this time, Ning Fan’s mind was entirely focused on Umbrella, leaving him no urge to rest.
Seeing Ning Fan’s impatient behavior, Ouyang Feifei felt helpless.
She didn’t know what else to say to him at that moment.
Wanting to persuade Ning Fan not to overexert himself proved futile, as he completely ignored her.
At this time, Ning Fan’s thoughts were wholly fixed on Umbrella, thereby showing just how profoundly he feared them.
Unable to persuade Ning Fan, Ouyang Feifei, worried, still followed him to the cell where the woman was being held.
The woman was simply left lying on the floor, her breathing stable, which meant her life wasn’t in danger.
However, because the poison inside her body hadn’t been resolved, she was still unconscious.
Ning Fan had Ouyang Feifei open the cell door, then he walked in and sealed the woman’s Dantian with Silver Needle to prevent her from using her Martial Prowess.
After ensuring these precautions, Ning Fan prepared to force the poison out of the woman’s body.
“Uh-huh…”
The woman, her mind foggy and blurred, slowly opened her eyes, which were cloudy.
She clutched her forehead, her vision gradually clearing.
When she saw Ning Fan, she instinctively tried to attack, but realized that her True Qi had seemingly disappeared and could not be utilized.
“What have you done to me?!”
The woman screamed sharply, her face filled with shock and fury.
Ning Fan furrowed his brows, looking impatiently at this person, and then slapped her across the face.
With a smack, a red mark appeared on the woman’s face.
She cried out in pain, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth as she glared fiercely at Ning Fan, head bowed.
“Tell me, how many of you are in Zhonghai, and who is the one skilled in the Face-changing Technique?
Where is he?!”
Ning Fan demanded in a harsh tone, his eyes cold as ice, as a murderous aura burst forth from his body and enveloped the woman.
Feeling Ning Fan’s cold killing intent, the woman’s face changed, but she still refused to speak, continuing to look at Ning Fan with a mocking gaze.
Ouyang Feifei, standing nearby, wanted to say something, but at that moment, Ning Fan pulled out a Silver Needle.
“Then you can die!”
Ning Fan drove the Silver Needle directly into the crown of the woman’s head.
The woman’s eyes widened in shock, then a severe pain exploded in her head, and she began rolling on the ground.
“Aaaahhhhhh!!!!!!”
It was as if countless ants were biting inside her head.
She rolled on the ground, her face pale and continuously screaming.
The feeling of being worse than dead made her wish for oblivion.
Her heart suddenly stopped beating, her breath sharply caught, and after a few seconds, she opened her mouth wide, gasping desperately for air.
“You, you, you, you!!!!!!”
What have you done to me?
The woman desperately wanted to utter these words, but she had no chance as another wave of a drowning sensation overwhelmed her.
Her expression was incredibly varied, and in desperation like a drowning person, she reached out her hands towards Ning Fan.
Ning Fan watched expressionlessly as the woman writhed on the ground, while Ouyang Feifei, witnessing the woman’s agony, felt chills run down her spine.
Even observing the woman’s torment, which was worse than death, was enough to feel her inner despair.
Ouyang Feifei now didn’t even want to stay here any longer, fearing it might leave a psychological scar.
After letting the woman endure agonies worse than death for a while, Ning Fan finally pressed down on her body and removed the Silver Needle.
“Are you ready to talk now?”
Ning Fan asked coldly.
“You…
you are a demon!”
The woman said through gritted teeth, her eyes filled with terror.