889: Chapter 878: You’re Really Lucky 889: Chapter 878: You’re Really Lucky The entire bar was eerily quiet.
The burly man stared at Ning Fan’s palm, which was pressed against his face, too afraid to breathe heavily.
Everyone’s breathing could be heard clearly.
“I’m…
not dead?!”
Suddenly, the burly man’s exclamation shattered the silence.
The man, drenched in cold sweat, slumped to the ground in exhaustion.
Touching his neck and face, he realized he was still breathing.
Overwhelmed with joy, he shouted repeatedly, “I’m not dead, I’m not dead, I’m not dead!!”
It was as if he had just won the lottery.
Discovering he was alive sent him into ecstatic frenzy, but the terror he had just experienced left him drained and unable to stand.
At that moment, the bar was filled only with the burly man’s cries of relief.
His people looked at him, then at Ning Fan, subconsciously swallowing hard.
They still couldn’t grasp what had just occurred.
Ning Fan’s palm—what hidden power did it contain?
A seemingly harmless strike had left the burly man utterly unhinged.
How?
“Heh, I didn’t even use any force.
What are you getting so worked up about?”
Ning Fan shook his head and sneered, looking exasperated.
If he hadn’t pulled back the power of that strike at the last moment, the burly man would already have been dead—bleeding out from every orifice, rather than sitting weakly on the ground unharmed.
But the terrifying power behind that strike was something the burly man had felt most acutely.
He now understood better than anyone the terrifying potential of Ning Fan’s strength.
“You, you…!”
“Kid, what are you talking about?
Our boss took your move, and now you’re second-guessing yourself?!”
“Say one more word, and you’ll lose your tongue!”
Initially, the burly man stammered incoherently as he stared at Ning Fan, unable to form a complete sentence.
But soon, his crew tried to step in, attempting to regain face.
Yet their words rang hollow, lacking any confidence.
Their bravado was laughable.
Ning Fan chuckled as he observed them, arms crossed, gazing at the burly man with increasing mockery in his eyes.
“Do I qualify now?”
As Ning Fan spoke, the bar fell silent once again.
A simple, ordinary question—yet somehow it carried an undeniable magic power that instantly silenced everyone accusing Ning Fan.
The burly man instinctively swallowed hard, still shaken to his core.
“I asked you a question.
If I’m still unqualified, we can try again.
Of course, let’s keep things clear—what I said earlier about you earning the right to participate by taking my strike no longer applies.
This is now between you and me.”
Ning Fan stared at the burly man, the smile on his face chilling to the bone.
Feeling the weight of Ning Fan’s gaze, the burly man shivered uncontrollably, as though an icy wind had pierced through him.
He hastily stammered, “Y-yes, yes, you’re qualified!”
Seeing his reaction, the burly man’s crew hung their heads, completely losing any nerve to challenge Ning Fan.
“This mission is of utmost importance.
Although you’re only assisting me, I can’t afford any mistakes at any stage.
If you’re not up to the task, there are plenty of others eager to take your place.
You can leave anytime.
Do you understand?”
Ning Fan’s tone suddenly became commanding, his gaze radiating an oppressive pressure.
The burly man nodded repeatedly, responding in a deferential tone: “Y-yes, yes, we understand!”
This was a golden opportunity.
There was no way they would let others take it from them.
“May I ask your name?”
Now curious about Ning Fan’s identity, the burly man couldn’t help but inquire.
Given Ning Fan’s overwhelming power and precision, surely he had ties to Umbrella.
Yet, their organization had never heard of someone like him.
Ning Fan’s face returned to its calm indifference as he replied coldly, “My surname is Ning.
You don’t need to know my full name.”
“Y-yes, sir.
Ning, sir…
your words have taught us a valuable lesson.
We’ll cooperate fully with you moving forward!”
Having been taught a harsh lesson, the burly man sobered significantly.
Tulip watched Ning Fan’s display with a cold smile, thinking to herself that his power grew more terrifying with each passing day.
She felt no sympathy for the burly man and his crew—she didn’t particularly like them anyway.
Fei Peilie’s cold contempt ran even deeper.
As one of the orchestrators of this operation, he saw these men as expendable pawns.
And if they were fodder, he intended to squeeze out every ounce of their value before discarding them.
In this mission, the burly man’s team was nothing but clueless cannon fodder—destined to die.
Yet even in death, Fei Peilie intended for them to believe wholeheartedly that completing the mission would bring them prosperity beyond imagination.
To send them running headlong into danger with fervent hope.
Even if they discovered the truth before dying, what difference would it make?
“We’re here today just to familiarize ourselves with you.
There’s still some time before the mission begins.
Get your minds ready quickly.
By the way, you’re supposed to be a ten-member squad, right?”
As Ning Fan spoke, his tone grew increasingly dissatisfied, his brows furrowing in displeasure.
The burly man’s expression shifted drastically, panicked that he might anger Ning Fan.
He immediately explained: “We’ll fix it right away!
When those three come back, I’ll make sure to teach them a lesson!”
“…Fine, just leave it at that.
I’m busy—I won’t waste more time with you.”
With that, Ning Fan turned to leave, Tulip trailing right behind him.
Fei Peilie didn’t leave immediately but stood silently, glaring at the burly man’s group.
At the same time, the burly man refused to show weakness, glaring back at him.
“You really do have some luck…”
Fei Peilie’s tone was ambiguous, carrying several meanings.
The burly man didn’t think too deeply about it.
Having witnessed Ning Fan’s power firsthand, he understood how critical this mission was—and the generous rewards awaiting their success.
Grinning widely, he said: “I guess it’s finally our turn to get lucky!”
Fei Peilie sneered coldly, his inner mockery palpable.
Without another word, he turned and left, leaving the burly man to interpret his departure as a sign of anger.
Once outside the bar, Fei Peilie spotted Ning Fan and Tulip already waiting.
“Quite the performance today.
I didn’t think I’d have to play along too.
But seriously, you two are ruthless—sending them to their deaths is one thing, but why give those pawns hope as well?”
Ning Fan chuckled and shook his head, speaking with a hint of irony: “Dying with hope feels a lot better than dying in despair.”
“Ha!
Well said!”