258: Chapter 258: Ouyang Feifei Takes Action 258: Chapter 258: Ouyang Feifei Takes Action The three masters from Mingwang Pavilion who came, already one had died by Ning Fan’s hand, and the remaining Duolong San and Ammon didn’t dare to go up one by one, as that would only result in Ning Fan breaking them down individually.
Duolong San’s Silencer Gun Barrel emitted flames, the smell of gun smoke permeated the air, and spinning bullets headed towards Ning Fan’s head.
His other hand, with a bayonet featuring three blood grooves, wasn’t slow either, aiming for Ning Fan’s neck, ready to cause a huge bloodshed.
Ning Fan bent his body, raising his right hand, and between his five fingers, four Silver Needles were very conspicuous under the streetlight.
Ding Ding Ding!
The Silver Needles knocked the high-speed bullets in the air away; Duolong San watched the scene in disbelief, now gritting his teeth, brandishing the bayonet in his hand towards Ning Fan.
“A half-faced freak, a dwarf monkey, if you have any tricks up your sleeve, you better use them now, otherwise you won’t have a chance later!”
Ning Fan punched Duolong San away and coldly said to Ammon, who was rapidly approaching with sparks flying from its sharp claws scraping across the ground.
He didn’t retreat, but went head-on instead, his legs kicking out with a sound tearing through the air, like whips.
Ammon propelled its feet, sliding right beneath Ning Fan, while simultaneously raising its sharp claws, intending to use this opportunity to tear apart Ning Fan’s groin, an extremely sinister move.
“Seeking death!”
Ning Fan, seeing such a vicious move being used, had a cold light flash in his eyes; his figure paused in mid-air, and he stomped straight down.
With a bang, Ammon’s head made intimate contact with the ground, pinned under Ning Fan’s foot; its half face rubbed against the ground, instantly becoming a bloody mess.
By the time Duolong San barely got up, witnessing the scene, his half face completely drained of blood, turned deathly pale, and filled with fear at the sight of Ning Fan’s silhouette.
“You’re going to die, definitely going to die!”
Following the sound of Ammon’s skull being crushed under Ning Fan’s foot, Duolong San was filled with despair; he swallowed hard, at this moment devoid of any hope of defeating Ning Fan.
Ning Fan released his foot; Ammon’s head twisted, clearly dead beyond doubt.
One had his heart pierced by Ning Fan, and another had his skull crushed, leaving only Duolong San, who couldn’t help but start to wonder about his own impending manner of death.
“Come on, your two good friends are already waiting for you down there.”
Ning Fan patted his trench coat and then slowly walked toward Duolong San.
Duolong San raised his silenced pistol and fired several aimless shots; Ning Fan didn’t need to dodge at all, as the bullets couldn’t hit him.
“You just wait; Mingwang Pavilion won’t let you go!”
Subsequently, Duolong San turned and ran away without any spirit, not daring to look back even once, exerting all his strength towards the gate of the residential complex.
Seeing this, Ning Fan hurriedly pursued, but in the next second, a figure abruptly stepped out.
“Are you hurt?”
Lan Kexin walked up, carefully examining Ning Fan.
Now, Ning Fan, in black attire and wearing a mask, was unrecognizable to Lan Kexin.
She only knew that this person had rescued her; if not for him, she would have surely suffered humiliation at the hands of Duolong San and the others.
“Thank you for saving me, but who exactly are you?”
Kexin curiously looked at Ning Fan, who was wearing a mask, while glancing around.
When she saw the two bodies on the ground, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth, nearly screaming.
Seeing her complexion turn deathly pale once again, Ning Fan shook his head, his figure flashed, bypassing Lan Kexin and chasing toward the direction Duolong San had fled.
“Hurry back home!”
Just as Lan Kexin was about to extend her hand to hold him back, a hoarse voice drifted in the wind, and she stood still, staring blankly at the place where Ning Fan had disappeared.
On the other side, after running for a while, Dulong San left Lan Kexin’s neighborhood.
Noticing no movement behind him, he finally turned his head to glance back.
But even though he couldn’t see Ning Fan chasing after him, Dulong San didn’t dare to stop; he didn’t believe Ning Fan would let him off the hook.
Just as Dulong San was about to change direction, he saw a familiar face not far ahead.
“Yun Ci Guild, Ouyang Feifei!”
Not far away, the woman in athletic attire, tall and with a stunning visage, was immediately recognized by Dulong San.
Upon seeing Ouyang Feifei, Dulong San was overjoyed and ran toward her.
“Ouyang Feifei, I need a favor, no matter the cost!”
Dulong San, while keeping an eye behind him, beseeched Ouyang Feifei with panic and sweat on his brow.
Ouyang Feifei raised her eyebrows and watched Dulong San with interest, her face bearing a mysterious smile as she asked, “What happened?”
“It’s a long story.
I’m being pursued and need your help to deal with that guy.
Name your price, any demands, just say it!”
Remembering Ning Fan’s terrifying strength, Dulong San was filled with fear, but at the same time, he couldn’t accept Posseimi and Armouske dying at the other’s hands while he fled in panic.
Now that he had encountered Ouyang Feifei, a master of the Yun Ci Guild, Dulong San thought he could ask for her help to deal with the man in black who killed Dikas and stole the Nine Souls Jade.
Ouyang Feifei glanced behind Dulong San and smiled slightly, “I can help, but we’ll discuss the price after confirming that person’s strength!”
“Deal!”
Dulong San sighed in relief, having made the right bet this time.
If Ouyang Feifei, a master of the Yun Ci Guild, were to help, it was still uncertain whose hunt it would be!
After Ouyang Feifei agreed, Dulong San walked next to her, looking back with increasing hatred on his face, yet he let his guard down around the female assassin, Ouyang Feifei.
Thump…
However!
Amidst the darkness, a flash of cold light zipped by, and Dulong San’s pupils constricted as he instinctively clutched at his neck, where scalding blood oozed between his fingers.
He looked at Ouyang Feifei, who was toying with a dagger, and roared incredulously, “Why?!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Dulong San’s legs buckled, and he fell to his knees, lifting his eyes filled with spite, resentment, and deep confusion.
Ouyang Feifei had agreed to help him, so why had she turned on him?
“A dead man needn’t ask why.”
Watching Dulong San’s pupils slowly dilate and lose focus, Ouyang Feifei sneered, devoid of any emotion in her eyes.
The sharp, pointed dagger twirled in the air before landing in Ouyang Feifei’s hand.
With a squelch, Ouyang Feifei pressed the knife hilt, and the dagger plunged deep into the head of Dulong San, who was kneeling on the ground.
As Dulong San’s body slumped to the side, Ning Fan finally arrived at the scene.
“Ouyang Feifei, is that you?!”
Seeing Ouyang Feifei beside the corpse, Ning Fan removed his mask, looking at her with surprise as she slowly revealed a smile.