914: Chapter 903: Ning Fan, the one with regrets will definitely not be me!
914: Chapter 903: Ning Fan, the one with regrets will definitely not be me!
Ning Fan advised Teng Yun Geshang to take good care of his health.
Although it seemed like a kind remark, in truth, it was nothing but sarcasm.
How could Teng Yun Geshang fail to notice?
The clash between them had begun the moment Ning Fan stepped into the room.
“There’s no need for you to worry about my health.
At least I believe that as an old man, my wisdom surpasses that of some reckless youngsters.
Who will laugh last—it remains to be seen!”
At this point, Teng Yun Geshang had given up hope of winning Ning Fan over.
He didn’t hold back and retorted with obvious irony.
“Well, that’s great.
But sometimes, things don’t go as one wishes.
What about that—any thoughts?”
Ning Fan, with a twinkle in his eye, posed the question.
The smile on his face almost sent Teng Yun Geshang into a fit of rage.
“We’ll see!”
Teng Yun Geshang fired back with a curt response.
A simple reply, yet filled with unshakable confidence.
He didn’t believe Ning Fan would definitely prevail.
On the contrary, he saw the young man as no match for him.
Ning Fan, though, remained silent, not bothering to refute him.
Instead, he picked up the steaming teacup, took in the refreshing aroma, and couldn’t help but exclaim in praise: “Good tea.
You’ve picked a fine spot—perfect for old grandpas and grandmas to pass the time!”
Teng Yun Geshang frowned at Ning Fan’s comment, tightening his grip and curling his lips into a cold smile.
He decided to cut to the chase without further pleasantries: “Ning Fan, I’ll ask you one last time.
Are you truly unwilling to join Umbrella?”
As soon as he heard this question, Ning Fan slapped his forehead and responded in an exasperated tone: “How many times have you asked this already?
Haven’t I given you enough answers?”
This question had been posed to him countless times.
How many times did he have to say it?
He genuinely didn’t think much of Umbrella, so was there even a need to discuss this further?
How ridiculous!
Even Teng Yun Geshang himself couldn’t fathom why he was still clinging to hope after so many failed attempts to convert Ning Fan.
But if Teng Yun Geshang weren’t someone whose obsessive need for control demanded that what he couldn’t obtain be destroyed, Ning Fan might not have adopted this attitude.
At least he would’ve appeared more respectful and expressed sincerity.
Yet it was the threats Teng Yun Geshang posed that Ning Fan couldn’t ignore.
“I am now the leader of Umbrella.
Compared to before, I can offer you far more.
If you agree, you’ll become Umbrella’s second-in-command, my successor.
Within Umbrella, apart from me, you’ll hold the greatest authority!”
Ignoring Ning Fan completely, Teng Yun Geshang continued speaking on his own accord.
He’d laid out his highest stakes—essentially offering half of the power he possessed, handing it over to Ning Fan.
But matters weren’t so simple.
What Teng Yun Geshang really wanted was to control Ning Fan indefinitely, for life.
And Ning Fan wasn’t the kind of person who’d willingly let others control him.
More importantly, the Shadow Team he held was no less promising than Umbrella—its potential was immense.
Given some time, Shadow could even surpass Umbrella.
“Teng Yun Geshang, you have to admit, you’re very gutsy.
Offering Umbrella’s second-in-command—it means sacrificing at least a third of your power to someone else, doesn’t it?”
Ning Fan chuckled, this time speaking with true admiration.
Such audacity as Teng Yun Geshang’s was rare.
If it were anyone else, like Fei Peilie, they’d likely be unable to resist such temptation and would’ve agreed immediately.
At the moment, Fei Peilie was burning with jealousy toward Ning Fan.
After all, becoming Umbrella’s second-in-command meant sharing power alongside Teng Yun Geshang—something many coveted deeply.
But Ning Fan’s apparent indifference left everyone baffled.
Did he have a problem with his head?
Just then, Ning Fan’s face turned serious as he said earnestly to Teng Yun Geshang, “As I’ve said before, we can be friends—nothing more.
Have you given this any real thought?”
“So, there’s nothing to talk about, then!”
Teng Yun Geshang’s expression turned icy, refusing to consider anything further.
Seeing his attitude, Ning Fan shook his head with a smile: “It’s not that there’s nothing to talk about, but rather that you don’t want to talk.
Please think carefully about what I’ve just said.”
Evidently, Ning Fan had already seen through Teng Yun Geshang.
If he couldn’t gain control over him, then destruction was the only option left.
As for why Teng Yun Geshang wanted Ning Fan to join Umbrella, the reason was straightforward: it was for Umbrella’s growth and dominance.
Teng Yun Geshang hoped to restore Umbrella to its peak, even making it the strongest force worldwide.
At the same time, Teng Yun Geshang couldn’t tolerate any rival factions or emerging forces surpassing Umbrella.
If Ning Fan didn’t join Umbrella, he’d become a threat to them.
In his mind, Umbrella must stand at the pinnacle of the world.
He couldn’t afford to hand over that position—or watch someone else seize it.
Thus, Teng Yun Geshang never seriously considered Ning Fan’s words.
To him, there were only two possible outcomes: either Ning Fan accepted, in which case Teng Yun Geshang would groom him as the next leader with no reservations; or Ning Fan refused, in which case Teng Yun Geshang wouldn’t allow him to live.
Ning Fan’s potential was too terrifying.
If he established his own faction or joined another, it would pose a serious threat to Umbrella.
The only solution was elimination!
“Teng Yun Geshang, think about it carefully.
It’s getting late, and my family’s probably waiting for me to join them for dinner.
I’ll take my leave now.
Goodbye!”
Checking the time, Ning Fan casually dismissed him with a remark, then turned and left the private room without sparing a glance at Teng Yun Geshang’s darkening expression.
He had no intention of wasting more time here.
It wasn’t him who needed to deliberate—rather, it was Teng Yun Geshang.
Whether they became friends or enemies depended entirely on Teng Yun Geshang’s decision.
“Master Teng Yun Geshang…”
After Ning Fan left, Fei Peilie didn’t get a chance to breathe a sigh of relief before noticing Teng Yun Geshang’s expression, which was deeply grim.
Instinctively swallowing hard, he cautiously called out to Teng Yun Geshang.
Teng Yun Geshang merely cast a cold glare at Fei Peilie, saying nothing.
His chilling gaze betrayed no hint of what he was thinking.
“Ning Fan, the one who’ll regret this won’t be me!”