200: Chapter 200: Today, your fate is up to me, not heaven!
200: Chapter 200: Today, your fate is up to me, not heaven!
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh…”
Suddenly, a gray afterimage quickly jumped down from the second floor of the manor, charging towards Ning Fan with extreme speed.
“Seeking death!”
In his anger, Ning Fan threw a punch backward.
His terrifying explosive power aimed directly at the gray afterimage.
Bang!
The fearsome punch collided head-on with an earth-shattering crash, followed by rapid steps retreating…
The gray afterimage was quickly forced back several steps by the shock until it slammed against a large solid wood round table behind it, which finally stopped its backward momentum!
Ning Fan recognized the figure before him at a glance.
It was none other than the gray-clothed elder who had previously attacked him at the villa, Barefooted Di Sha!
A martial artist whose name caused tremors in the Jianghu!
“Barefooted Di Sha, save…save me, quickly save me.
Kill him, kill him; I can give any amount of money.
Whatever you want, I can provide, as long as you can kill him!”
Seeing the emergence of Barefooted Di Sha, Situ Nan felt as if he had found his lifeline, his eyes brimming with excitement, his mouth spitting blood as he looked at him frantically.
He repeatedly urged Barefooted Di Sha to kill Ning Fan.
“I’m afraid he’s going to disappoint you today.”
Ning Fan withdrew his iron fist, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking coldly at the two men.
“Pfft…”
The calmness of Barefooted Di Sha lasted only a few seconds before he suddenly vomited a mouthful of thick old blood, his face turning deathly pale.
Ning Fan’s punch had been immensely powerful, almost shattering his arm on the spot!
Even though he avoided the deadliest strike, the strength of Ning Fan was too terrifying, shaking him to the core and causing internal injuries.
“What, what’s going on?”
Situ Nan’s eyes widened, dumbfounded.
Seeing the elder spitting blood, panic immediately rose in his heart.
This was his only straw to clutch at.
“Lord Ninth truly lives up to his reputation to wield such strength at a young age.
I’m wholly impressed,” said Barefooted Di Sha as he wiped the fresh blood from his mouth and walked over with large strides.
Speaking with an anxious tone he said, “I know Lord Ninth is exceptionally strong.
The incident tonight was Mr.
Situ’s fault.
I wonder if Lord Ninth could spare Mr.
Situ this time for my sake.
I guarantee there will absolutely not be a next time, and we will never offend you again!”
Ever since Barefooted Di Sha was defeated by Ning Fan, he immediately started to investigate Ning Fan’s identity.
Indeed, it wasn’t until today, when Situ Nan hired an assassin to kill Ning Fan, that he realized this was none other than the man known as Lord Ninth in the Jianghu!
“Spare him for your sake?”
Ning Fan raised an eyebrow slightly, then let out a cold chuckle.
“No matter what conditions Lord Ninth requires, we can agree to them,”
Barefooted Di Sha felt a tightness in his chest and hurriedly proposed terms.
He knew the young man before him was not easy to deal with; if he couldn’t appease his anger, both he and Situ Nan would die here today!
“Right, right, right, as long as you spare me, I can agree to any condition!
As long as I have it, I’m willing to give any amount of money.
I have lots of money!”
Situ Nan finally understood the terror and horror of Ning Fan, who was utterly out of his league, and quickly tried to ingratiate himself.
“Heh, what’s the value of your face?
In front of me, who do you think you are?”
Having said that, Ning Fan spun around and kicked a chair, which flew towards Barefooted Di Sha with a loud crash.
Bang!
Barefooted Di Sha crossed his arms in front of his chest, but how could he withstand Ning Fan’s strength?
He was directly sent flying by the chair.
“Situ Nan, today, your life is in my hands, not fate’s!”
Ning Fan’s eyes were cold, emanating an endless aura of murder, as he targeted Situ Nan.
“Save me, save me!”
Situ Nan retreated like a dog in fear.
“Lord Ninth, since you’re unwilling to grant me this favor, do you intend to make enemies with the Situ Family?
Are you aware of the Situ Family’s power?”
With his wounded body, Barefooted Di Sha rushed forward frantically.
Ning Fan abruptly turned and gave him a glance before slapping his face with a resounding smack!
This slap sent Barefooted Di Sha flying to the ground on the spot, lying there like a dead dog.
“You talk too much!”
Ning Fan lifted his foot and kicked Barefooted Di Sha in the chest; he didn’t even have the strength to resist and got kicked seven or eight meters away, skidding across the ground…
“Run!”
Barefooted Di Sha roared loudly.
Situ Nan didn’t hesitate and scrambled up to run.
“Think you can escape?
Even if King Yan himself were here, your life would be mine to take!”
Ning Fan’s eyes flashed like lightning, and with a flick of his hand, a string of Silver Needles shot towards Situ Nan.
Pupu pupu…
The Silver Needles flashed like electricity, piercing deep into Situ Nan’s calf.
Then, as if the needles were endowed with a tearing force, they completely severed Situ Nan’s calf!
A bloody calf flew out from his running, directly flung into the air.
“Ah!!!”
Situ Nan fell to the ground, clutching his leg, screaming in agony.
“Don’t kill me!
Don’t kill me!”
Situ Nan’s eyes were filled with pity, his face turned pale; he had sensed the breath of death.
“I’ve been patient with you time and again, and yet you insisted on courting death.
One’s life is a matter of choice, and yours has now come to an end!”
Pu…
The flash of a knife, a slicing sound, and suddenly a slash appeared on Situ Nan’s neck, growing larger as thick, viscous blood gushed out.
Situ Nan clutched his neck with both hands, eyes wide open staring at Ning Fan, realizing in this moment just what kind of man he had offended!
Gurgle gurgle, the sound of blood bubbles came from Situ Nan’s throat.
“No!!!”
Barefooted Di Sha screamed not far away.
But it was already too late.
“You, deserve to die.”
Ning Fan spoke indifferently, his eyes looking towards the sky, his hand plunged the final kitchen knife straight into Situ Nan’s fontanelle, burying the handle!
Pu…
Blood spurted like an arrow!
Situ Nan’s eyes turned white as he collapsed in a pool of blood, his body convulsing irregularly, fresh blood flowing out from his head and neck.
After that, Ning Fan’s cold gaze swept over to Barefooted Di Sha not far away.
“You won’t survive either!”
Whoosh!
Ning Fan made a swift move, quickly walking towards Barefooted Di Sha.
Barefooted Di Sha knew he was done for today.
“Ninth Master, you will regret this!”
Barefooted Di Sha gritted his teeth, his eyes full of endless rage.
He tried to escape, but his speed was simply too weak compared to Ning Fan’s.
“Regret is a word that will never exist in my dictionary,” Ning Fan said.
Bang!
Ning Fan’s fist pierced through his abdomen, and blood-soaked entrails burst out from his body, hitting the wall with a heavy thud.
After falling, Barefooted Di Sha’s eyes were wide open, and he soon died…
Having done all this, Ning Fan lit a cigarette with a nonchalant air, then immediately ignited a fire.
“Let this fire cleanse the filth from this estate,” Ning Fan muttered and threw the torch into the estate, then got up carrying Xu Ruolan and walked out.
Behind them, flames rose high into the air, burning fiercely!