892: Chapter 881: The Layout Begins 892: Chapter 881: The Layout Begins “It’s confirmed that Konstantin will set out in two days.
He’ll stay in Alaska for a while before heading to New York City—that’s here with us!”
After receiving the news from Teng Yunge, Fei Peilie immediately relayed it to Ning Fan.
By this time, the sky had already gone dark.
Ning Fan was just getting ready for bed, but upon hearing this news from Fei Peilie, he instantly perked up.
“So Konstantin is finally making a move.
If you hadn’t told me about this, I would’ve assumed this guy planned to stay dead forever!”
“You need to start making proper preparations now.
Of course, the time to act won’t be the moment he arrives in New York City—we’ll still need to wait a bit longer!”
Fei Peilie reminded him.
Konstantin’s arrival in New York City essentially signaled that their plan was about to move forward.
And it was about time for those cannon fodder to step onto the stage as well.
However, what Ning Fan cared about right now wasn’t that, but rather the “real helper” that Fei Peilie mentioned before.
Last time, Fei Peilie had said that as soon as Konstantin arrived in New York City, their helper would also show up.
Ning Fan had been curious all this time about the identity of that helper.
Now, he couldn’t help but ask again, “Come on, you should tell me by now—who exactly is this helper?”
Seeing Ning Fan pressing him on this matter again, Fei Peilie revealed a bit more this time: “It’s someone close to Konstantin.
He trusts that person deeply…”
It was also because of this person that Teng Yunge’s hired Thief Saint even had the chance to steal the Nine Souls Jade.
So, if anything, Ning Fan should be thanking that individual.
But that was all Fei Peilie shared in the end.
Even so, it wasn’t far off from Ning Fan’s guesses.
Confirming his suspicions, Ning Fan nodded, but then squinted at Fei Peilie and asked, “Isn’t it about time you fulfilled your promise?”
Feeling Ning Fan’s gaze, Fei Peilie instantly felt the pressure, a cold bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
How could he possibly forget about that?
He wouldn’t have forgotten it even if someone threatened to kill him.
It had only been a day since it happened…
“There’s no one else around at the moment, Mr.
Fei Peilie.
Isn’t now the time for you to follow through on your promise?”
Ning Fan grinned, his gaze unbearably oppressive for Fei Peilie in this moment.
Realizing Ning Fan wasn’t joking, Fei Peilie took a sharp breath.
It wasn’t that he wanted to deny it—but following through on what he said earlier wasn’t exactly an easy task.
Of course, going back on his word wasn’t an option either.
Fei Peilie fully believed that if he reneged on his promise, Ning Fan would make him regret it deeply.
To avoid paying even more of a price, there was no way Fei Peilie dared to back out…
“I…”
Fei Peilie started stammering, unable to form a complete sentence as he looked at Ning Fan.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Growing a little impatient, Ning Fan finally spoke up: “Hey, don’t tell me you’re trying to back out, are you?”
Hearing that, Fei Peilie’s eyes widened.
The pressure from Ning Fan was intensifying.
With a bitter smile and a deeply conflicted look, he ultimately bit his lip in frustration.
His mind wrestled with itself over one simple issue—should he really call Ning Fan “Grandpa”?
Not saying it wasn’t an option, but saying it wasn’t any easier.
In the end, Fei Peilie realized he had no choice in the matter.
The only option left for him was to reluctantly call Ning Fan “Grandpa.”
“I…
this…
Gran…”
“What are you mumbling?
I can’t hear you!”
Ning Fan cupped a hand to his ear, speaking with clear impatience.
Fei Peilie’s face turned even paler.
Fei Peilie’s expression carried some anger—after all, calling someone “Grandpa” was humiliating.
Anyone in his position would feel the same way…
At that moment, Fei Peilie bit down hard.
With a flash of resolve, though deeply resentful, he finally gave in and awkwardly muttered, “Grandpa!”
“Ah!”
Ning Fan chuckled.
Fei Peilie had finally said it.
Hearing him call him “Grandpa,” Ning Fan couldn’t suppress the laughter swelling in his chest, his joy written all over his face.
Ning Fan was delighted now, but Fei Peilie was utterly mortified and speechless with discomfort.
In the end, he had said it.
There was no helping it—after all, it was something he had agreed to, and he didn’t dare back out.
Who knew what Ning Fan would do to him if he broke his promise…
Well, that was that—calling Ning Fan “Grandpa” likely meant he’d never be able to hold his head high in front of him again.
With his head hung low, Fei Peilie stared down at the floor, his face dark as coal.
What more could he say?
Praise Ning Fan for his cleverness?
It really was clever, turning the tables so quickly that Fei Peilie had no choice but to start considering Ning Fan’s power.
It was precisely this realization of Ning Fan’s growing strength that left Fei Peilie unable to defy him, making his defeat all the more unbearable.
Who could he blame for his lack of power?
Finally, perhaps out of sheer embarrassment, Fei Peilie spun on his heel and left Ning Fan’s place as though fleeing.
After Fei Peilie’s departure, Ning Fan couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst into laughter: “Hahaha, that bastard finally got his comeuppance!”
The guy had always strutted around with his nose in the air, which Ning Fan had found insufferable.
Since they weren’t friends to begin with—and it was Fei Peilie who’d come to him on his own—Ning Fan had no qualms about taking this chance to mess with him a little.
“I didn’t think he’d actually go through with it…”
Ning Fan had considered the possibility of Fei Peilie suddenly backing out at the last minute, but it seemed he’d been overthinking things.
Or maybe Fei Peilie had been even more anxious than he was—backing out wasn’t even on the table.
“Ah, that felt good… Still, I wonder if this guy will pull some kind of stunt to get back at me later…”
Though satisfied for now, Ning Fan couldn’t help feeling a bit unsettled that Fei Peilie might hold a grudge and retaliate in some way.
Ultimately, their relationship was just a temporary partnership.
If Fei Peilie decided to screw him over later, Ning Fan could only accept his bad luck.
It wasn’t that Ning Fan feared the guy’s petty tricks—what concerned him was the assassination of Konstantin ahead.
The immense risks involved weighed heavily on his mind.
Taking down a figure like Konstantin was no trivial matter; the stakes couldn’t have been higher.
Because of this, Ning Fan had taken the opportunity to toy with Fei Peilie a bit.
It really had lightened his mood, though he couldn’t imagine what kind of expression he’d wear when Konstantin finally arrived in New York City.
In two days, Konstantin would set out, and the countdown to his arrival in New York City had already begun.