847: Chapter 836: You Can Take a Guess 847: Chapter 836: You Can Take a Guess Gerwood was played by Ning Fan—suspected from the very beginning, his meticulous calculations ultimately led to him being counter-killed.
Gerwood harbored an indescribable hatred.
Feeling stifled, Gerwood’s attempt to make friendly overtures was completely thwarted.
But that wasn’t all he faced—there was also Fei Peilie’s mocking laughter in the shadows.
From the moment Gerwood appeared in Zhonghai, Tengyun Geshang had been instructing Fei Peilie to monitor him, eager to see what would happen when Ning Fan crossed paths with Gerwood.
What they didn’t anticipate was Gerwood suffering a setback in his encounter with Ning Fan—a humiliating experience that left Gerwood visibly uncomfortable.
Perhaps it was because of the Object-Manipulating abilities; after being ruthlessly toyed with by Ning Fan, Gerwood remained in place without moving.
He stayed there for quite some time, until the peculiar gazes of those around him grew too intense, forcing him to hastily leave.
When Fei Peilie learned about this, he couldn’t help but laugh.
It was merely a minor interlude.
Fei Peilie didn’t think it warranted reporting to Tengyun Geshang.
In his view, this matter was trivial—just Gerwood’s foolishness.
Meanwhile, Ning Fan was already driving toward the Shadow Base.
He disappeared from Gerwood’s sight once again, making it significantly harder for Gerwood to track him down.
Left with no other options, Gerwood could only retreat to the shadows, lying in wait along the path Ning Fan frequented daily.
…
Time passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was already afternoon.
When Ning Fan’s vehicle appeared on the road again, Gerwood, hidden in the shadows, silently cheered with excitement.
Ning Fan had finally shown up—it wasn’t a waste of Gerwood’s waiting.
However, Ning Fan still didn’t know who might be waiting for him on this road.
He was fully focused on watching the road ahead.
Perhaps it was the battlefield-trained intuition honed through countless life-or-death moments, but Ning Fan’s instincts were razor-sharp.
Nearly the instant he was about to step into the trap prepared by Gerwood, Ning Fan reacted.
“Something’s off!”
Ning Fan’s eyes widened as he abruptly slammed on the brakes and stepped out of the car, beginning to survey his surroundings to locate the source of his unease.
It was as though he could sense the lurking danger.
His brows furrowed.
“A bomb?”
Glancing at the roadside, Ning Fan speculated.
This kind of thing was incredibly rare in Huaxia—it must be targeted specifically at him.
Yet what puzzled Ning Fan was, if someone wanted to make a move against him, why would they use this method?
The reason was simple: someone like Ning Fan, with his sharp instincts, would never idiotically step into such a trap.
He had already detected the anomaly and swiftly reacted.
“Such an insultingly simple-minded move!
At least give me some credit—I’m a Peak Object-Manipulating Martial Artist after all…”
With a mocking smile, a flash of cold light gleamed in Ning Fan’s eyes.
Behind his outward optimism, his heart was heavy—he still didn’t know who was plotting against him.
Being watched from the shadows was a terrible feeling.
He desperately wanted to drag the culprit out.
“Well, friend, since you’ve been waiting for me, why not show yourself directly?”
Ning Fan sneered.
He was all too aware of the ambush waiting here.
Keeping hidden now would accomplish nothing, as Ning Fan wouldn’t foolishly fall into the trap.
The person lurking in the shadows might as well come out.
Perhaps Ning Fan’s words provoked a reaction, as Gerwood soon emerged from the shadows into Ning Fan’s line of sight.
Wearing a faint smile, Gerwood looked at Ning Fan, uninfluenced by the fact that Ning Fan had detected the danger.
It wasn’t that he showed no reaction.
If Ning Fan hadn’t sensed the danger, Gerwood would have found it strange.
As a martial artist, lacking even this level of intuition meant death was well-deserved.
“Nice to finally meet you—or rather, this isn’t our first meeting, Asura!”
Gerwood greeted Ning Fan with an elegant demeanor, though he was still seething internally over the incident earlier in the day.
The humiliation of this morning demanded repayment in full, with Ning Fan at the top of his list!
Ning Fan had no idea just how colorful Gerwood’s inner thoughts were at the moment.
But now he recognized the foreigner who had tangled with him this morning.
“So it’s you!”
Looking at Gerwood with a hint of surprise, Ning Fan’s gaze turned icy.
He still wasn’t certain who this person truly was, but the odd behavior this morning had already made him suspicious.
And so, rather than assisting the stranger earlier, Ning Fan had playfully toyed with him.
“It seems you remember me.
I thought Asura wouldn’t bother with someone as insignificant as myself!”
Gerwood’s tone was tinged with self-deprecation.
Ning Fan ignored the man’s peculiar phrasing, instead watching him with guarded eyes.
Compared to their earlier encounter, Gerwood now exuded a sharp and dangerous aura.
Ning Fan could sense the threat—this man was strong.
“I almost forgot to introduce myself.
The name’s Gerwood.
And your head—I’m taking it!”
It hadn’t even been long before Gerwood arrogantly declared his intentions to Ning Fan, coming straight for his head.
Such audacity was certainly insulting.
Ning Fan let out a cold snort, sizing up the man before him.
“I thought you looked decent at first—but now, I realize, aside from your appearance, you’re just a useless pile of nothing…”
Shaking his head, Ning Fan mocked without hesitation, his words cutting deep.
Gerwood remained far cooler than he had been in the morning.
He was here to take Ning Fan’s life, and now he was rational and focused, fully aware of what to do and what to avoid.
Konstantin had sent him.
For no other purpose than to eliminate Ning Fan.
This assignment was one Gerwood took very seriously—after all, Konstantin rarely issued missions personally.
Moreover, Konstantin had stressed repeatedly that failure was not an option.
Success, and only success, would be tolerated.
“Who sent you?”
Was it Umbrella?
Or another scheme by Tengyun Geshang to test Ning Fan?
Ning Fan stood with mounting questions, awaiting answers from the man before him.
But Gerwood would never provide them.
“Feel free to use your imagination and guess!”
Gerwood said with a grin that practically begged for a punch, making Ning Fan grind his teeth in frustration.
It wasn’t until now that Ning Fan noticed Gerwood’s face had a naturally taunting quality to it.