345: Chapter 344: Who the Hell Are You!
345: Chapter 344: Who the Hell Are You!
“God Doctor Ning, you better leave now!”
Du Dewei stood beside Ning Fan and whispered to him.
The scene where the Taoist was brutally killed had left a deep impression on Du Dewei.
With such formidable strength, being able to kill the Taoist with a single move, even Ning Fan might be in danger.
Du Dewei no longer had any confidence that he would survive the night, so he could only advise Ning Fan, who was actually unrelated to this matter, to leave first.
Ning Fan gave a bitter smile, not expecting Du Dewei to start caring about him at this time.
Ning Fan shook his head, remaining silent.
He did not plan to leave, nor did he intend to immediately confront He Fangtuo.
Meanwhile, He Fangtuo burst out shouting and lunged at Du Sanjiang.
“Du Sanjiang, I won’t let you die that easily!”
He Fangtuo, holding Du Sanjiang by the collar, let out a cold laugh.
Du Sanjiang’s left cheek was already swollen and bright red.
Next, He Fangtuo launched a series of punches and kicks at Du Sanjiang — slapping, kicking, brutally beating him!
He was venting, venting the humiliation he had suffered all these years!
He Fangtuo did not intend to kill Du Sanjiang just yet.
He wanted to beat Du Sanjiang within an inch of his life first, then bring other members of the Du Family in front of Du Sanjiang and kill them one by one, forcing Du Sanjiang to watch helplessly.
As punches landed heavily on flesh, Du Sanjiang gradually couldn’t even scream anymore, while Du Dewei, terrified, was kneeling on the ground covering his head, knowing he might be next, as He Fangtuo would not spare anyone from the Du Family.
Ning Fan remained indifferent; he sat beside, calmly drinking tea from his cup.
Because from Du Dewei’s earlier narration, combined with the conversation between He Fangtuo and Du Sanjiang, he had mostly understood the situation.
Therefore, as long as He Fangtuo was not yet intending to deliver the killing blow, he would not intervene and would let He Fangtuo vent his bitterness.
“Hahaha, Du Sanjiang, I’m going to kill you and everyone in the Du Family.
I want them all to die in front of you, and you will be the last to die!”
Looking at Du Sanjiang, who now resembled a beaten pig, He Fangtuo felt immense satisfaction.
Though he had released his pent-up bitterness, it was not enough; he intended to make the entire Du Family pay with a blood sacrifice.
And he wanted Du Sanjiang to be the sole witness to this bloodshed.
Perhaps tired from the beating, He Fangtuo stood up.
He twisted his neck, his peripheral vision catching Ning Fan calmly drinking tea beside him, though he paid him no mind.
But just then, Du Sanjiang, who was barely alive, suddenly opened his eyes and frantically lunged at He Fangtuo, biting fiercely into his leg.
A twitch ran through He Fangtuo’s lips, anger rising from his heart, filling him with the intent to kill as he raised his palm to strike down on Du Sanjiang’s crown—a blow that would certainly send Du Sanjiang to his death.
“Live and let live, when will the cycle of vengeance end?
Since you’ve already vented your frustration, why take a life?”
Calm words drifted from the side.
He Fangtuo’s palm stopped mid-air, and Du Sanjiang, having exhausted his strength, collapsed to the ground, coughing violently.
Du Dewei was stunned, looking at Ning Fan with eyes full of concern.
He Fangtuo turned around, only to see Ning Fan holding his teacup and drinking calmly.
He Fangtuo burst into laughter, regarding Ning Fan as a fool.
He sneered, “Kid, it’s your turn soon, don’t be in a hurry.”
Although He Fangtuo had originally planned to kill Du Dewei first, Ning Fan’s sudden interruption made He Fangtuo change his target.
He now wanted Ning Fan to die in front of Du Sanjiang.
As he looked again at Du Sanjiang, the sight of his face always somehow irritated He Fangtuo, causing the murderous intent in his heart to surge once again.
He prepared to make his move once more, aiming a kick at Du Sanjiang’s face.
“Huh?”
Suddenly, He Fangtuo withdrew his foot, feeling a chill at the back of his head, and instinctively moved to the side.
A water arrow brushed past He Fangtuo’s cheek and disappeared into the darkness.
He Fangtuo covered his face, which now bore a fresh cut.
Ning Fan chuckled softly, his aura impressive as he slowly approached He Fangtuo, looking like a master standing alone at the peak of a mountain, unfathomable.
“Since you refuse to see reason, I will have to make you face reality.”
“You?!”
Filled with dread, He Fangtuo realized he had underestimated Ning Fan from the beginning.
Only now did He Fangtuo realize that the young man before him was a martial arts expert and shockingly young at that!
That move just now had left He Fangtuo completely unable to compete.
At that moment, Du Dewei lifted his head, just as stunned as the deceased Du Sanjiang inside the pavilion.
“God Doctor Ning!” Du Dewei cried out joyfully, his eyes rekindled with hope.
Now, Du Sanjiang’s eyes widened with regret as he looked at Ning Fan, realizing he had only thought of Ning Fan as somewhat capable and had underestimated him.
But unexpectedly, Ning Fan’s sudden intervention had been astonishing, and even now, He Fangtuo was filled with such dread he dared not retaliate rashly.
“We’re saved, we’re saved!”
Now, finally daring to breathe deeply, Du Dewei had been so intimidated by He Fangtuo’s demeanor that he trembled, but Ning Fan’s appearance, like a savior, had finally enabled him to stand.
Ning Fan looked indifferently at He Fangtuo, glancing also at Du Sanjiang on the ground.
“Tsk tsk…”
Observing Du Sanjiang’s current sorry state, Ning Fan shook his head, unable to bear looking directly.
He hadn’t expected Du Sanjiang to be beaten so severely by He Fangtuo.
However, Ning Fan didn’t feel the slightest guilt; he had refrained from intervening not only to teach Du Sanjiang a lesson but also because of the old grievances between Du Sanjiang and He Fangtuo when they were young, finding it rather satisfying to see He Fangtuo venting his pent-up rage.
However, if He Fangtuo truly intended to kill, Ning Fan wouldn’t agree to that; beating Du Sanjiang as a form of release was acceptable, but that was the limit.
As for the Taoist, it was just his bad luck.
The Taoist did have some skills, but he was no match for the extensively self-trained He Fangtuo in prison.
Frankly, Ning Fan was somewhat surprised by He Fangtuo’s strength.
That was not only due to He Fangtuo’s talent and perseverance but more importantly, his obsession.
After years of bitter cultivation driven solely by thoughts of revenge, Ning Fan had to admit his respect.
However, in Ning Fan’s eyes, it still wasn’t enough; it might be sufficient to deal with the Du Family, but now that he was protecting them, He Fangtuo’s wish to completely destroy the Du Family was certainly doomed to fail.
“Who are you really?!”
He Fangtuo’s eyes widened as he looked at Ning Fan, his face twitching.