127: Chapter 127: The Nine Souls Jade is on you, isn’t it?
127: Chapter 127: The Nine Souls Jade is on you, isn’t it?
He glanced coldly at Ning Fan.
Ning Fan’s indifference was very irritating to her.
As a big shot, Qian Wujun had been very polite to him, but he ignored them completely.
This man was too arrogant, his medical skills had his nose in the air.
What was there to praise or admire about such a disrespectful character?
Qian Xiaorou withdrew her gaze, looking elsewhere with an air of indifference.
“Mr.
Qian, I need to go back.”
Ning Fan, also feeling helpless in the face of these people’s flattery, wanted to make an excuse to leave.
A group of nurses immediately looked disappointed.
Qian Wujun smiled, gesturing for the butler behind him to come over, and then he told Ning Fan.
“Mr.
Ning, we could never repay your great kindness.
This is a small token from the Qian Family, please accept it.”
“There’s no need.”
Ning Fan saw the butler holding a cheque and immediately waved his hand.
Everyone was taken aback; that cheque was worth at least a million.
How could he just refuse with a single sentence?
It was not a small amount of money, and saving the life of Qian Haitao, the son of the Qian Family, was worth that price.
No one would have objected.
“God Doctor Ning, do you think it’s too little?”
Qian Nengde couldn’t fathom Ning Fan’s thoughts, thinking Ning Fan had refused because the amount was too small.
Qian Wujun gave Qian Nengde a stern look, and Qian Nengde scaredly shut his mouth.
“God Doctor Ning, this is the sincere intention of our Qian Family.
We will have a more substantial reward for you later.”
Qian Wujun said with a smile.
Ning Fan still shook his head and said indifferently, “There’s no need for money; I was just lending a hand.”
The crowd exchanged glances, silently admiring Ning Fan’s stance.
The Qian Family members also looked at each other, wondering how to repay Ning Fan’s favor if not with money.
“God Doctor Ning is truly a superior person detached from worldly affairs.
To possess such medical skill and virtue at such a young age puts us to shame.”
Qian Wujun said with a forced smile, then took out a card from his inner pocket.
“We admire your noble character, and since you don’t want money, please take this card instead.”
He said, handing the card to Ning Fan.
Ning Fan looked at the card in his hand, which had a lifelike dragon engraved on the front, its purpose unclear.
He was about to refuse, but then he thought that it was one thing to decline money, but perhaps it seemed a bit much to also turn down a card.
Considering this, Ning Fan nodded and accepted the card.
He then left the hospital.
…
After walking out of the hospital, night had already fallen.
Ning Fan had not gone far when he suddenly sensed something and stopped.
His mouth curled into a smile as he said, “Haven’t I said before not to set your sights on me again?
Did you not understand what I said?”
His words lingered and echoed through the empty alley, and soon a silhouette clad in black appeared, an agile figure standing before Ning Fan.
It was Ouyang Feifei, still in tight black combat clothes, but this time her face was not covered.
Standing tall and elegant, her graceful strides brought her to Ning Fan, her long legs moving with a captivating charm.
However, Ouyang Feifei’s face looked upset, her expression tense as she faced Ning Fan.
“Asura, what a keen sense of smell.”
She had been extremely careful, maintaining her distance from Ning Fan and hiding very well, even refraining from wearing perfume…
“Smelling a woman’s scent is my specialty; how could I forget your fragrance?”
Ning Fan said with a smile.
“Impossible, I didn’t even spray any perfume!” Ouyang Feifei retorted defiantly.
“What perfume?
I smell your faint body scent, what’s that got to do with perfume?
From now on, as long as you follow me, I’ll know where you are,”
Ning Fan teased.
A blush spread across Ouyang Feifei’s oval face, coloring it with a layer of redness, but her mixture of embarrassment and anger made her face even more charming.
What’s this?
A body scent?
Do I have such a thing?
Ouyang Feifei sniffed at her own chest and didn’t detect any particular fragrance.
Sensing that something was amiss, Ouyang Feifei’s expression suddenly turned cold as she looked towards Ning Fan.
“So what if you’ve discovered it?
Don’t get me wrong, my intention in coming here isn’t to cause you trouble.
I’m here just to sell you a piece of information.”
“Oh?”
Ning Fan raised an eyebrow at Ouyang Feifei, his expression a mix of amusement and skepticism, “Then it depends on whether your information is worth anything.”
“According to the intelligence our Yun Ci Guild obtained, the Rain Emperor has already arrived in Zhonghai.
Who his target is, I don’t need to tell you,” Ouyang Feifei said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan maintained his silence, casually taking out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it unhurriedly, and taking a drag.
Only then did he look at Ouyang Feifei with a smile and said, “I’m sorry, your information is too outdated, not worth anything.”
Ouyang Feifei was taken aback, her beautiful eyes filled with shock, “You already knew?”
Ning Fan nodded indifferently, he had known the news of the Rain Emperor’s arrival in Zhonghai the day before yesterday.
Ouyang Feifei stiffened.
The Yun Ci Guild’s intelligence network was ranked among the best in the world, extremely powerful, yet it still couldn’t compare to the Asura!
Looking at this almost freakish figure, her heart churned uneasily.
After some thought, she said, “If the esteemed Asura is willing to offer something, I can provide you with clues to track down the Rain Emperor.”
“No need,”
Ouyang Feifei frowned and said, “Even for you, the Pavilion Master, the Rain Emperor’s strength presents a difficult challenge.
Please consider it, it’s a matter of life and death for you.”
Of course, Ning Fan knew what Ouyang Feifei wanted, and that very thing was absolutely not something he could give her.
He looked at Ouyang Feifei coldly, a chill in his gaze as he said, “I’ll say it one last time, if you keep following me, it won’t be just you, even Yun Ci Guild.
I won’t plan to forgive.”
After speaking, he slowly walked out of the alley.
“You…”
Ouyang Feifei was frozen by Ning Fan’s icy gaze, reminded of the humiliation she suffered before, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly.
The terror of the Phantom Asura was no joke; she had experienced it once and didn’t wish for a second time.
The cold threat in Phantom Asura’s words was no laughing matter.
If she continued to follow the Phantom Asura, one could easily imagine the outcome; not only would it be dangerous for her, but even the Yun Ci Guild might be played to death by the Phantom Asura.
With this in mind, Ouyang Feifei felt a chill run through her.
This deal couldn’t be done, and it was better not to harbor any fantasies about the Asura.
After shivering, she turned and disappeared into the night.
Ning Fan hadn’t gone far, thinking that after warning Ouyang Feifei twice, it was enough; he had no patience to entangle with the Yun Ci Guild further.
If they kept following him, he might as well just eliminate Ouyang Feifei and the Yun Ci Guild together.
“Does she have the nerve?”
Ning Fan muttered to himself, flicking away the cigarette butt, then frowned and turned back with a steely look.
“Ouyang Feifei, are you forcing me to make a move?
Now you’ve annoyed me,” Ning Fan said, turning to see a figure.
If not Ouyang Feifei, then who?
Ouyang Feifei, with one hand on her hip, swayed seductively while casting amorous glances.
As she moved, her ample bosom swayed enticingly as well.
She had come back!
“Master Asura, if I’m not mistaken, the Nine Souls Jade of the Mingwang Pavilion’s vice pavilion master Dikas is on you, and you were the one who killed him, too.”
“To clarify, the protagonist currently has two identities: one is the Phantom Guild he established abroad five years ago and the other is the Ninth Master in the Zhonghai Jianghu.
They don’t conflict, and before these identities, the protagonist lost all his memories.
Currently, the protagonist’s memories only retain the past five to six years…”