111: Chapter 111: Miss, I’m really not Ninth Master 111: Chapter 111: Miss, I’m really not Ninth Master Huo Qiuran looked indifferently at Li Ziwen, who was struggling in agony, completely ignoring his frantic questioning.
Soon, she came in front of Ning Fan and stared at him in silence for a good while, never speaking.
Ning Fan watched Huo Qiuran with detachment, always remaining calm.
Suddenly, Huo Qiuran pulled Xiao Jianming to the front and, in front of Li Ziwen, knelt on one knee before Ning Fan.
“Boss Nine!”
Li Ziwen was utterly dumbfounded!
He watched, completely stupefied, as the proud and aloof Huo Qiuran knelt on one knee before Ning Fan, with Xiao Jianming also kneeling on the ground.
What the hell was this situation?
Huo Qiuran was actually kneeling before Ning Fan?
And calling him Boss Eight, Boss Nine?
Had these people all gone mad?
But Ning Fan hurriedly helped the two to their feet, smiling and saying, “Beauty, thank you for your help, but I’ve only attended one of your piano concerts, you don’t have to kneel to me, do you?
It makes me feel awkward.”
Huo Qiuran urged anxiously, “You all, quickly unlock Boss Nine’s handcuffs!”
As the handcuffs were removed from Ning Fan’s hands, he smiled at Huo Qiuran, “Beauty, I’m really not any Boss Nine, why don’t you contact that Boss Nine and confirm it first?
Anyway, I’m not him!”
Huo Qiuran, seeing Ning Fan’s indifferent attitude and the fact that he had no intention of acknowledging her, felt as if her heart was being ripped apart and was secretly distressed.
Xiao Jianming, Huo Qiuran’s top lieutenant, also had a stiff face, bewildered for quite some time.
This was just a young kid, yet Huo was kneeling before him, even calling him Boss Nine?
Exactly what identity did this young kid have?
“Could it really be the Boss Nine of Zhonghai, famed in the rumor-filled Jianghu?”
Did Huo need to be so respectfully on her knees before him, so concerned and anxious?
Xiao Jianming knew Huo Qiuran all too well—as someone always icy, merciless, and never treated anyone like this before!
Could this youth known as Boss Nine have an unspeakable background and identity?
Huo Qiuran’s eyes filled with sincerity as she looked at Ning Fan, “Boss Nine, you…
you still refuse to recognize me?
I’m Qiuran.”
With an awkward smile, Ning Fan swept a glance over everyone present and then turned to walk outside the abandoned factory, “We’re really not acquainted.”
Suddenly, Ning Fan stopped.
This made Huo Qiuran instantly hopeful, waiting for Ning Fan’s words, for him to acknowledge her.
Ning Fan turned back and smiled at the stunned Li Ziwen, “It’s enough to teach him a lesson, don’t play too rough.”
After speaking, he left the factory directly.
Huo Qiuran certainly knew that this Ning Fan was the person she was looking for, as she could tell from the tone of his voice.
But why wouldn’t he acknowledge her?
Huo Qiuran watched Ning Fan in misery, a tear streaking down her cold face.
All those present were astounded; the icy Queen was crying, and in front of Xiao Jianming and Li Ziwen no less?
Just what kind of background did this kid have to make the cold-hearted Huo Qiuran cry for him?
Xiao Jianming did not know.
Li Ziwen didn’t know either, but Li Ziwen was aware of one thing: this Ning Fan was definitely not just some simple chauffeur or security guard.
Moreover, Ning Fan was crucial to whether he might live or die!
Therefore, Li Ziwen crawled on the ground, dragging his blood-covered body toward Ning Fan, crying out loudly for salvation,
“Boss Nine, I was wrong, please spare me this time!”
“All this was designed by that bastard Situ Nan, I just lost my head for a moment and offended you, sir, please help me escape.”
Li Ziwen’s cries echoed throughout the dilapidated factory, sounding tragic and pitiful.
He deeply regretted why he had offended such a powerful figure; having his legs disabled was one thing, but he feared his life would also be forfeited.
But Ning Fan had already left and couldn’t hear Li Ziwen’s cries at all.
“President Huo, I know I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong.”
Li Ziwen had no choice but to turn his gaze toward Huo Qiuran, begging for her forgiveness, knowing he had angered someone he should not have.
The only chance he had to save his life was to hope the noble queen, Huo Qiuran, would forgive him this time.
But when he saw Huo Qiuran’s cold eyes and her intimidating demeanor, despair instantly washed over him.
Huo Qiuran looked at Li Ziwen with detachment.
When she saw Ning Fan being captured, she knew it was Li Ziwen’s doing, then used her considerable resources and connections to arrange for someone to be framed.
The reason Xiao Jianming stayed by Li Ziwen’s side as his bodyguard was part of her plan.
And now, this scene unfolding before her was exactly what Huo Qiuran had anticipated, helping Ning Fan pull off a stunning counterattack!
“Queen Huo, Ninth Master said you just have to teach me a lesson, and that would be fine.
You can beat me fiercely, I am willing even if you disable my legs, please, go ahead.”
Li Ziwen kept pleading with Huo Qiuran for mercy while moving his bloody, battered legs closer to her.
“I just beg you to spare me this time, I won’t dare do it again.
I can make up for my mistake and help you eliminate the overly proud Situ Nan!”
Li Ziwen brought up Situ Nan in an attempt to shift some of the blame and accountability onto him…
He couldn’t care less about anything else now.
Huo Qiuran coldly watched Li Ziwen and harshly said to Xiao Jianming, “I don’t wish to speak with a good-for-nothing.”
With a cold glint in her eye, she made a throat-slitting gesture to Xiao Jianming.
Seemingly unable to stand Li Ziwen’s endless babble and feeling at her lowest, Huo Qiuran went back to her sedan.
The engine roared to life and she quickly left the place.
Li Ziwen watched Huo Qiuran’s departing figure in despair.
Ning Fan had left, and he had thought he could still beg Huo Qiuran for mercy.
Now that Huo Qiuran too had left, all that remained was the cold-blooded assassin, Xiao Jianming!
Feeling the murderous intent behind him, Li Ziwen quickly turned around and saw Xiao Jianming slowly approaching him.
His feet, stepping in pools of blood, displayed no emotion as he looked indifferently at Li Ziwen.
Li Ziwen frantically begged for his life, making his last desperate struggle, fearfully grabbing at the ground, trying to crawl outside the factory.
Blood trails were left on the ground.
Li Ziwen cried out in terror, “Xiao Jianming, don’t come over, the Ninth Master said you can’t kill me, believe it or not, I’ll tell the Ninth Master, and then your life won’t be safe either!”
Xiao Jianming looked at Li Ziwen with an indifferent face, his stern features showing no hesitation.
With a stride, he reached Li Ziwen’s back, grabbed him, and said with a sneer, “Li Ziwen, the harsher the lesson, the longer you’ll remember it.”
Li Ziwen’s eyes bulged, his face turned pale, and he threw himself forward, struggling madly, but utterly unable to break free.
“But dead men remember lessons best!”
Xiao Jianming, covering Li Ziwen’s mouth with one hand, plunged the knife directly into Li Ziwen’s heart with the other.
Immediately, blood spurted from Li Ziwen’s mouth, his mouth bubbling with blood, but he couldn’t even scream.
The Tang Blade entered and continued to stir, twisting back and forth!
Li Ziwen’s eyes were wide open, and he could no longer close them, falling into a pool of blood with eyes full of unwillingness to die.
At that moment, blood kept flowing out of his chest and abdomen.
“Your mistake was offending someone you shouldn’t have provoked.”
Xiao Jianming murmured coldly.
[Rolling on the floor begging for tickets, for those free tickets, I write my book first thing after work every day, to support my family, sigh, so tired…]