342: Chapter 341: He Fangtuo Appears 342: Chapter 341: He Fangtuo Appears Guests are to be treated with respect, and at least in that regard, Du Sanjiang was correct.
Du Dewei, feeling helpless about his uncle’s behavior, could only lead Ning Fan around the estate to pass the time.
“God Doctor Ning, I’m so sorry.
My uncle must have been deceived by that Taoist!”
Du Dewei looked at Ning Fan, quite embarrassed.
He desperately wanted to introduce Ning Fan to Du Sanjiang, but because of Du Sanjiang’s strong endorsement of the Taoist, that wish went unfulfilled.
Ning Fan shook his head, seemingly indifferent.
“God Doctor Ning, why don’t you rest for tonight?”
Seeing that Ning Fan was not speaking, Du Dewei was relieved by his indifferent demeanor.
Compared to Du Sanjiang, Du Dewei didn’t want to neglect Ning Fan and certainly didn’t want to offend him over this matter.
Ning Fan glanced around, answering somewhat uninterestedly, “No need to rest, let’s just go back to your uncle.
I’ll just watch from the side; he won’t say anything about that, will he?”
Although Du Sanjiang hadn’t done anything too extreme and was polite enough, that was all it was—politeness.
Ning Fan could ignore it, given the favor he owed Qian Nengde.
Trouble might not be avoided tonight; looking at the high walls outside, immersed in darkness, Ning Fan felt as if a storm was brewing.
For his part, Du Dewei hadn’t considered all that, instead feeling a mix of embarrassment and shame.
He could see his uncle’s attitude perfectly well; it was clear that he didn’t believe in Ning Fan’s abilities.
Now that Ning Fan said he wanted to go back and merely watch, Du Dewei felt like Ning Fan was very responsible.
Comparing Ning Fan’s attitude with his uncle Du Sanjiang’s made Du Dewei feel ashamed.
“That’s fine, especially since we’re not sure when He Fangtuo will come back.
He declared that today is the memorial day of our Du Family’s downfall, but who knows if that’s true…”
Du Dewei nodded, then murmured to himself in a low voice, a comment that put Ning Fan on alert.
In the garden pavilion, Du Sanjiang was discussing something with the Taoist.
Du Dewei looked at the Taoist and curled his lips, but he couldn’t say anything now; his uncle’s authority in the family was not something a junior like him could challenge.
Therefore, Du Dewei could only lead Ning Fan to a side spot in silence, while instructing the servants to arrange a place for them.
“God Doctor Ning, would you like something to drink?” Du Dewei, ignoring the two people in the nearby pavilion, asked Ning Fan.
Out of sight, out of mind—Du Dewei felt a surge of anger whenever he saw the Taoist.
In contrast, Ning Fan was far more pleasing to the eye.
Ning Fan had just stretched, and on hearing Du Dewei’s question, he casually replied, “Just some tea, nothing else.”
“Then you’ve hit the nail on the head.
I might not brag about other things, but when it comes to tea, there are few families in the country that can match ours.
I’ll have my servants bring out my treasured collection!”
Time ticked by, and even late into the night, Du Sanjiang and the Taoist were still discussing something in the pavilion, treating Ning Fan and Du Dewei as if they were invisible.
A breeze picked up in the dead of night, and the voices from the pavilion gradually faded away.
Now, everything was very quiet, with nothing else to be heard besides the wind.
Du Sanjiang had no intention of sleeping; tonight was the day He Fangtuo had threatened to wipe out their Du Family completely, and he couldn’t settle down to rest.
He had seen what He Fangtuo was capable of.
The man was extremely strong.
Even though the estate was guarded, and the police paid extra attention to their Du Family, they couldn’t protect them forever.
So at this time, Du Sanjiang actually hoped that He Fangtuo would honor his promise to come tonight, as there were some matters to be addressed.
Of course, as far as the outcome was concerned, Du Sanjiang hoped things would evolve the way he expected.
Under the cover of the dark night and a strong wind, a tall figure silently appeared outside the high walls of the Du Family estate, the corners of his mouth gradually sketching a cold smirk.
With a ‘whoosh’ sound, the person leapt up; his qinggong was so well-practiced that he soared five or six meters in a single bound, easily clearing the great wall of the Du Family estate and landing in the garden.
Neither the bodyguards outside the estate nor the ones patrolling inside noticed this silent arrival; the person landed with such lightness, not making a sound.
“Du Sanjiang, I’ve come for you!” He Fangtuo’s face twisted as his scars suddenly looked ferocious, and he glared hard in the direction of the pavilion, making out the silhouette of Du Sanjiang from over a hundred meters away.
In a little while, He Fangtuo’s laughter echoed through the darkness around the pavilion.
“Haha, Du Sanjiang, our grievances will end today!”
“It’s you, He Fangtuo!”
On the path outside the pavilion, He Fangtuo, dressed in gray and draped in a windbreaker, stood as his coat fluttered slightly with the breeze.
He Fangtuo was about the same age as Du Sanjiang but looked robust, a man in the prime of his life with a few strands of white hair among the black, and two vicious scars on his face making him appear even more intimidating.
He Fangtuo’s arrival startled everyone; inside the pavilion, Du Sanjiang stood up agitatedly, pointing at He Fangtuo outside, his eyes filled with wariness and a hint of complex, unspeakable emotions.
The Taoist furrowed his brows, and the young acolyte beside him, originally on the verge of sleep, suddenly perked up, his whole demeanor one of someone facing a great enemy.
Du Dewei also rose to his feet, excitedly wanting to say something, but Ning Fan stretched out his hand and firmly pushed him back down.
Ning Fan ignored Du Dewei’s look and turned his gaze toward He Fangtuo, his eyes showing a hint of surprise, but more than that, an eagerness to watch the unfolding drama.
He Fangtuo had already taken notice of the Taoist, casting a disdainful glance his way, then sneered at Du Sanjiang, “Oh, you even found a helper.”
He Fangtuo was not surprised; Du Sanjiang had previously sought out a few unsavory characters from Jianghu to find him, and the result was that none of them were fighters.
This time coming alone to the showdown, he had guessed that Du Sanjiang would definitely seek out more people from Jianghu to help, perhaps even a master, but He Fangtuo was not afraid in the slightest.
The blood of just Du Sanjiang wouldn’t satisfy him; he intended to deal with all these accomplices at once.
Seeing He Fangtuo’s confident demeanor, the Taoist, twirling his beard, looked somewhat angry.
He had previously boasted of making He Fangtuo leave with nothing, but now he did not dare to rashly move forward to settle the score.
“Du Sanjiang, your Du Family, and all your accomplices, today I, He Fangtuo, will commence a great slaughter!”
He Fangtuo’s eyes narrowed, emitting a chilling glint, and his prominent double pupils looked especially haunting.