887: Chapter 876: You Are Just Cannon Fodder 887: Chapter 876: You Are Just Cannon Fodder “Where’s my drink?
Has anyone seen my brandy?”
It was still the same bar Fei Peilie had visited last night.
The place hadn’t operated the whole day, and outwardly it was announced to be up for sale, though no one seemed interested in taking over.
The bar reeked of alcohol, chaos everywhere—it looked like a wild party had taken place the previous night!
Aside from the three people who were here last night, four more had joined.
The bar now housed seven people.
This team of ten was still three members short of completion.
“Who cares where your drink is?
Maybe you finished it.
And stop bringing up booze—I get a splitting headache every time you mention it.
I drank too much last night!”
The burly bearded man rubbed his forehead and shouted.
Staggering, he walked over to the complainer and promptly slumped over the bar, ready to fall asleep.
“What a mess this place is.
Fei Peilie, are you sure this is Umbrella’s temporary base?”
At that moment, a man’s voice echoed from the bar’s entrance, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
Who would come here at this hour?
“Fei Peilie, what’s that guy here for again?”
The bearded man squinted at Fei Peilie, surprisingly more alert than before.
Eyeing Fei Peilie, the bearded man hiccupped and then teetered towards him.
“Fei Peilie, what’s the deal?
Showing up bright and early—what, still got unfinished business?”
The bearded man smirked, completely ignoring Ning Fan and Tulip next to Fei Peilie.
Still groggy and drunk, he failed to recognize Tulip.
But Fei Peilie’s expression darkened as he took note of their behavior.
Though Tang Yun Geshang had hand-picked these people, their current state made it hard to believe they were capable of handling anything significant.
No wonder they were cannon fodder.
Unlike Fei Peilie, Ning Fan showed no reaction to Tang Yun Geshang’s selection.
On the contrary, he found the arrangement perfect—these people truly suited being cannon fodder.
“Ragtag bunch, a disorderly crowd…”
Such terms fit them perfectly.
Ning Fan could hardly believe Tang Yun Geshang thought these people could actually help accomplish their mission and increase the odds of the assassination’s success.
Given Ning Fan’s understanding of Tang Yun Geshang, the man was meticulous and cautious.
Did he really think this team could take on Konstantin, or had he become naïve?
Ning Fan shook his head, dismissing the thought.
Instead, he watched Fei Peilie with interest, curious to see how he planned to handle the situation.
“You people disappoint me.
Do you even understand how crucial this mission is?!”
Fei Peilie clenched his fists.
As a perfectionist, he couldn’t stand their disorderly demeanor.
He was itching to smack some sense into them.
The bearded man, unbothered, said bluntly, “Then why don’t you tell us?
What exactly are we supposed to do this time?”
So far, they only knew that Tang Yun Geshang had handed them an extraordinarily vital task—one that promised glory and success if completed.
But the specifics of the mission remained a mystery.
Even Fei Peilie hadn’t revealed much.
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan frowned.
Even cannon fodder deserved a bit of transparency, right?
Or was this just a Blinding Method?
“With the way you’re acting now, you still want to know what the mission is?
I think it’s time we report your attitude to Tang Yun Geshang.
Replacement personnel should be considered—you all don’t qualify for this mission!”
Fei Peilie declared firmly, shooting Ning Fan an intentional look.
Noting the signal, Ning Fan finally understood what was going on.
For the first time, he felt sympathy—for these poor fools.
It was pathetic.
They really were cannon fodder!
Ning Fan now comprehended the true meaning behind Fei Peilie’s references to cannon fodder.
So, without saying a word, Ning Fan quietly observed the unfolding drama.
“Fei Peilie, don’t push your luck.
We were teammates once.
Just because you got lucky and caught Tang Yun Geshang’s favor, becoming his steward and an advanced member, doesn’t mean you can boss us around!”
The bearded man’s indignation boiled over as he raised the issue—not just his own grievances but those of everyone else, successfully painting Fei Peilie as public enemy number one.
Yet Fei Peilie remained unbothered.
With a derisive snort, he shot back, “Does it look like I’m deliberately targeting you?
From where I stand, you all lack the qualifications for this mission.
I can’t understand why Tang Yun Geshang would pair me with you for something so crucial!”
Indeed, had Ning Fan not already pieced together the truth, even he wouldn’t grasp why Tang Yun Geshang sent this disorganized pack along.
These people didn’t even know who their target was, or worse—what fate awaited them.
While pitiful, Ning Fan hardly saw this as a waste.
“Fine, Fei Peilie.
Just because you’re Tang Yun Geshang’s man now, don’t think we won’t make a move against you one day!”
“Exactly!
Fei Peilie, don’t act all high and mighty.
We haven’t even settled past scores with you yet!”
“You hogged all those achievements before.
Isn’t it time you handed some back?”
“…”
Moved by rage, the seven individuals barked accusations, almost itching to fight.
Watching their reactions, Fei Peilie sneered repeatedly.
Truthfully, he held these people in utter contempt, and now it showed plainly in his expression.
“You people have no standing to talk to me like that.
If luck hadn’t sided with you this time, what makes you think you’re fit to join me on such a critical mission?!”
Fei Peilie’s tone grew colder, his mockery evident.
The bearded man seemed to misunderstand at that moment.
Suddenly, his ire reached its peak, and he roared, “Fei Peilie, don’t push us too far!
Just because you rule over us today doesn’t mean you’ll do so forever!”
“Oh, really?
You think you’ll have a chance to turn things around?
Let me tell you—impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Soon enough, you’ll be saying goodbye to this mission!”