846: Chapter 835: Tricked by Ning Fan!
846: Chapter 835: Tricked by Ning Fan!
Gerwood never expected to be discovered twice while tracking.
For the next attempt—whether it was tracking or an ambush—he had to prepare more thoroughly.
“Xu Ruolan, Phantom Asura’s fiancée, interesting…”
Gerwood glanced at Xu Ruolan’s photo.
At first, he marveled at her beauty, overwhelmed by her celestial allure.
But within less than a minute, he tossed the photo aside.
His target wasn’t a woman.
Taking action against a woman would be against etiquette; after all, he prided himself on being a gentleman and generally adhered to such principles.
Having reviewed Ning Fan’s recent activity range, Gerwood was searching for familiar locations.
He had already found Ning Fan’s residence but didn’t plan to visit directly.
He wasn’t yet fully prepared.
After organizing information all night, Gerwood remained energetic the next day.
He dressed meticulously, wearing a tailored suit and looking every bit like a refined young noble.
Checking the time, by now Ning Fan should be heading out.
It was time to act.
Following the predetermined route, Gerwood positioned himself at the road Ning Fan traversed daily, waiting with swift precision.
Standing at the street corner, Gerwood’s tall and striking figure drew plenty of attention.
Coupled with his foreign heritage, he exuded a charm that left countless bystanders awestruck.
But Gerwood had no time to engage with them; he was watching for Ning Fan’s appearance.
About five minutes later, a Land Rover appeared in Gerwood’s line of sight.
His eyes lit up, and he turned to the surrounding young women, saying, “My friend’s here.
My apologies, ladies.
Excuse me!”
With that, ignoring the disappointed sighs of the infatuated ladies, Gerwood stepped onto the road and directly stopped the Land Rover.
The driver slammed on the brakes, staring in shock at the man outside.
Ning Fan was furious, wanting to fiercely berate the foreign man who had suddenly emerged.
Was this guy courting death?
What if Ning Fan mistakenly hit the gas instead of the brakes?
He’d flatten him into a pancake!
“Shit!
Are you rushing to meet your Jesus or what?!”
Ning Fan snapped at Gerwood irritably.
Zhonghai had its fair share of foreigners, being a bustling metropolis with heavy human traffic and numerous international visitors.
Foreigners were a common sight—not to mention the presence of foreign enterprises in the city.
But what baffled Ning Fan was how this foreigner dared to run out like this, seemingly unafraid of death!
“Hey, buddy, could you do me a favor and take me out of here?
You see, those ladies behind me are way too enthusiastic!”
Gerwood maintained his composed demeanor, smiling wryly as he gestured toward the group of his fangirls.
To Ning Fan, though, this looked like pure arrogance and bragging.
Frowning as he scrutinized Gerwood, Ning Fan sneered, “You sick or something?
How about I take you to the psych ward for a checkup?”
“That’d work too.
Either way, I can’t stay here any longer.
Just take me away!”
Looking like he had finally found salvation, Gerwood walked straight to the front passenger door.
Ning Fan chuckled coldly: “Get in the back!”
A sharp clang sounded as the trunk popped open.
Ning Fan gestured toward Gerwood, signaling him to get in the trunk.
Gerwood’s face darkened.
While he was indeed here to stir trouble, Ning Fan’s unexpected reaction caught him completely off guard.
“What’s the matter?
Don’t want to?
Well, tough luck—because I don’t feel like driving you anyway.
Gas isn’t free!”
Ning Fan grinned mischievously.
He didn’t like Gerwood one bit.
For some unknown reason, he just had an instinctive aversion to the foreigner, sensing that this guy was up to no good.
And Ning Fan’s intuition proved spot on.
Gerwood truly wasn’t a decent character.
He worked for the Umbrella organization, was Konstantin’s trusted subordinate, and had come to Zhonghai specifically targeting Ning Fan.
Admittedly, Gerwood had exceptional disguise skills.
Up to this point, he hadn’t let Ning Fan—who had a knack for sharp observation—spot that he was a martial artist.
But even though Gerwood’s disguise was impenetrable, Ning Fan was already suspicious, keeping his guard up.
After all, Gerwood’s presence at this particular time and place was ridiculously abnormal.
It wasn’t natural, and the fact that he had deliberately stopped Ning Fan’s car made it all the more suspicious.
“Buddy, are you seriously asking me to lie down in your trunk?”
Gerwood said helplessly, though internally he was smirking coldly.
Feigning indifference, Ning Fan suddenly gave a sinister grin after a few seconds: “Just kidding with you.
Could you do me a favor and shut the trunk?”
Deceived, Gerwood walked to the back and closed the trunk.
However, just as he turned to walk back, Ning Fan suddenly ignited the engine.
The sound roared as black exhaust smoke surged out, hitting Gerwood’s handsome face without mercy.
“Here’s some exhaust for you, pal.
Next time, practice with ‘An Actor Prepares.’ The emotions in your eyes are way too fake!”
Ning Fan said disdainfully.
While he couldn’t see through Gerwood’s disguise or confirm his martial artist identity, he trusted his own instincts.
Gerwood’s eyes carried an innate arrogance and disdain that betrayed the character he was trying to conceal.
Such a gaze wasn’t something ordinary people had.
Ning Fan refused to believe this guy’s appearance was coincidental, so to teach him a lesson, he decided to mess with him.
Even if he was wrong, he wouldn’t suffer any loss—it was all Gerwood’s fault for recklessly charging out and nearly getting himself killed.
This was the perfect opportunity for some payback.
“Your brother’s out of here.
Don’t miss me, okay?”
Uninterested in discovering Gerwood’s true identity, Ning Fan drove away without hesitation, leaving only a parting remark and refusing to give Gerwood any chances.
Meanwhile, Gerwood, now covered in soot and dirt and utterly disheveled, could only inhale the exhaust fumes while watching Ning Fan drive off.
His sapphire-blue eyes burned with furious flames.
“Damn Asura!
This isn’t over!”
Gerwood roared, livid beyond words.
He had been utterly humiliated, and to think he had planned to mess with Ning Fan first—only to end up as the one being played instead.
Gerwood’s prideful heart was filled with shame.
This kind of failure was intolerable to him.
The disgraced image he bore now had simply never existed before today.
For the first time, his graceful composure had been shattered—and in such a humiliating way.
It was always him who toyed with others, yet today he had been toyed with by Ning Fan.
Gerwood was so enraged he couldn’t even form words.
Grinding his teeth, he stared in the direction Ning Fan had gone, standing there like an enraged baboon.
Fortunately, Gerwood cared about maintaining his dignity and refrained from jumping around wildly in front of the passersby.