265: Chapter 265: I want to see who dares to stop me!
265: Chapter 265: I want to see who dares to stop me!
Situ Manor was heavily guarded, with countless bodyguards inside and out.
The imposing manor attracted many passing pedestrians.
If it weren’t for the guards stationed around, many passersby might have mistaken it for a tourist spot.
Outside the manor, Ning Fan confirmed that the location sent by the beautiful CEO was indeed within the manor he was looking at.
He gazed at the gate, heavily guarded, and with a smirk on his face, he leisurely walked towards it.
Not bothering to hide his presence, Ning Fan appeared within the line of sight of the bodyguards.
Immediately, a guard approached him and asked sternly, “Who are you?!”
The guard stood in front of Ning Fan, blocking his path.
With an innocuous smile on his face, Ning Fan replied politely, “Hello, I’m here to see someone.”
The guard in black laughed as if looking at a fool, and he turned to his colleagues to say, “This kid says he’s here to see someone, hahaha!”
The guards near the entrance heard this and were amused as well.
This was no ordinary place, and an unknown fellow coming here to look for someone must be joking!
“Get that idiot out of here quick!”
The voice of his colleague came through, and the guard nodded, looking down at Ning Fan arrogantly, “This is a private manor, please leave!”
As he spoke, the guard took a step forward, a cold smirk on his lips as if warning Ning Fan not to come any closer.
Ning Fan shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression and, looking past the guard, he said, “I’m here to see Mr.
Situ.”
He already knew what this place was and who had instructed his people to take Xu Ruolan away.
Situ Yuanhua, the father of Situ Nan—whose nerve Ning Fan had struck.
After killing the son, the father came forward.
There was certainly no good intention in bringing Xu Ruolan here.
The guard was taken aback, then laughed again, looking at Ning Fan with disdain and scoffing, “Heh, to rescue you?
Do you think you’re worthy to seek Mr.
Situ?”
Who was Situ Yuanhua?
Those who came to visit him were all influential figures.
Yet, before them, was Ning Fan, whose casual attire suggested he had popped out of nowhere.
“Every day, the line to see Mr.
Situ stretches a reinforced company long.
Who do you think you are?
Do you have the right?
Get lost, and using the word ‘please’ is already elevating you too much.”
The guard considered Ning Fan to be someone here to cause trouble, and, impatient, he looked at Ning Fan with an extremely mocking tone.
Meanwhile, the group’s leader saw the commotion and walked over, asking the others at the entrance, “What’s going on?”
“Captain Zheng, it’s nothing, just a fool who wants to see Mr.
Situ, causing trouble.
We’ll drive him away immediately!”
The two at the entrance looked at Zheng Xianfeng respectfully, as they cast annoyed glances out of the corners of their eyes at Ning Fan, who seemed to be “persistently bothering” them.
Zheng Xianfeng waved his hand dismissively, looking coldly towards Ning Fan as he approached, threatening, “If you don’t get lost now, believe it or not, I’ll treat you to the big stick!”
The bodyguards, each more arrogant than the last, especially this Zheng Xianfeng—compared to his subordinates, his temper was even more volatile, ready to resort to violence at the drop of a hat.
Seeing Zheng Xianfeng pull out a baton, Ning Fan twisted his neck and a cold smile crept over his lips, followed by a scoff from his throat.
He seemed to casually push the bodyguard in front of him, sending the latter staggering several steps backward.
The guard looked at Ning Fan in horror, feeling the force of the push, which seemed effortless but conveyed a powerful strength.
It nearly flipped him over, and he just barely managed to steady himself.
Zheng Xianfeng furrowed his brows, anger flaring in his eyes as he bellowed, “Refuse the toast only to drink the punishment.
You’re asking for it!”
Zheng Xianfeng raised the baton in his hand and aimed for Ning Fan’s head.
The baton swooshed through the air with a whooshing sound, and Zheng Xianfeng’s face twisted ferociously; a blow like that, landing on the head, would at the very least crack the skull open.
With a smack, Zheng Xianfeng’s hand froze in mid-air.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Ning Fan had grabbed his wrist with one hand.
“Ah!”
A flash of surprise had just appeared in Zheng Xianfeng’s eyes when, a second later, a surge of excruciating pain passed through his wrist, turning his face instantly pale; Ning Fan had twisted his hand off.
Ning Fan let him go and dusted off his hands, looking indifferently at Zheng Xianfeng who was now curled up on the ground, clutching his wrist and struggling.
“You little shit, you’re looking for death!”
Zheng Xianfeng’s screams sent chills down the spines of the surrounding bodyguards, which quickly turned into towering rage.
This was their territory; how could they allow this youngster to run wild here?
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight bodyguards surrounded Ning Fan, wielding their batons.
“Look, a fight’s breaking out over there!”
“Someone, call the police!”
“No, are you crazy?
Do you know where we are?
This is Situ Family’s territory.
Don’t call the police; I don’t want to be unlucky with you all!”
A few hikers in the distance noticed the commotion and took out their phones, intending to call the police.
But someone quickly stopped them, clearly someone who knew a thing or two.
“I’d like to see who dares to stop me!”
Ning Fan’s eyes narrowed, and he moved forward, extending his hand fast as lightning, shoving a finger directly into a guard’s mouth, grabbed his jaw, and hoisted him up.
The bodyguard became a human stick, swung by Ning Fan as a weapon, knocking over three or four other bodyguards.
“Damn, is this even possible?
This guy must be a hidden martial arts master from the Martial World!”
A hiker stared, dumbfounded, as Ning Fan grabbed someone and used him as a weapon to wreak havoc all around.
“Don’t take pictures, do you want trouble?
This is none of our business; just watch the spectacle!”
It was once again that hiker who had stopped the others from calling the police.
He slapped his companion’s hand, stopping the attempt to take photos and record videos, all while his eyes followed Ning Fan’s figure, and he swallowed nervously.
At that moment, Ning Fan was immensely powerful, holding one person, using him as a weapon, and attacking everyone who tried to come near.
Cries of shock rose from all around; the seven or eight bodyguards were laid out on the ground in no time, lying in twisted shapes.
As for the bodyguard used by Ning Fan, he was the most miserable; after being thrown to the ground by Ning Fan, his eyes rolled back, he started frothing at the mouth, and his body began to convulse.
Looking at the scattered bodyguards on the ground groaning in pain, less than a minute’s time had passed, and Ning Fan had already made his move.
Outside, not just the group of hikers, but also other passersby, men and women, watched the scene unfolding before them in shock.
“Where did this rabid slave come from, daring to run wild in Mr.
Situ’s Manor!”
A thunderous roar came out of nowhere, as a hunchbacked elder walked slowly out from the Manor.