Me and My Cold CEO Wife Chapter 1214: 1203: Is It Easy for Me to Steal a Bit of Mone

Chapter 1214: Chapter 1203: Is It Easy for to Steal a Bit of Money?

Swoosh swoosh…

These guys have been mixing in the Jianghu for a long ti, and have picked up so fighting skills, swinging at Ning Fan with a howl.

However, their skills aren’t even at the True Qi Realm, so Ning Fan didn’t take them seriously at all.

“Haha, with you three nuts and two dates, you dare to show off? Watch take you down in minutes.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fan shot up into the sky again, executing a flurry of kicks.

Each kick took soone down.

With each hit, soone bled.

The scene was extrely intense.

Fwoosh fwoosh fwoosh…

“Aah aah…”

The thieves kept spitting blood and falling to the ground, screams following one after another.

Sure enough, within less than a minute, all these people were knocked down by Ning Fan.

Looking at the ss on the ground, Ning Fan said calmly and expressionlessly, “My wife’s words are like the edict of a Saint. She said to take you down in minutes, so I have to carry it out. Now, do you yield or not?”

“We yield, we really yield.”

With Ning Fan’s half-step Aerial Mastery strength, even a light kick from him could severely injure these people. The thieves lay on the ground unable to get up, naturally submitting and repeatedly begging for rcy.

“Brother, we didn’t recognize Mount Tai when we saw it, didn’t recognize the gold inlaid jades, offended you. Just consider us like a fart and let us go.”

“That’s not gonna work!” Ning Fan shook his head like a rattle drum and decisively rejected.

“Why?” one of the thieves raised his head and asked, puzzled.

Ning Fan glanced back at Xu Ruolan with affection, “I’ve got my wife on my back. If I let out a fart, wouldn’t it stink up my wife? That would be too sinful.”

Holy moly!

This kind of logic?

A dozen thieves lay on the ground with black lines on their faces, secretly thinking, “I don’t need to support walls, but I’ve got to hand it to this guy.”

Beating people up and amusing his wife at the sa ti—no one else could pull that off.

“Hehe…”

As expected, Xu Ruolan was amused by Ning Fan’s words, laughing beautifully.

The few thieves were dumbfounded, staring without even blinking.

Ning Fan looked at Xu Ruolan and asked, “Wife, how should we deal with these guys?”

“Get my wallet back.”

Xu Ruolan extended her hand out.

The thief who had stolen the wallet imdiately struggled to get up, pulled out the exquisite small wallet from his pocket, and handed it over with a respectful smile.

Xu Ruolan looked at her wallet, opened it, and checked the docunts and bank cards inside, finally satisfied as she placed it into her small bag.

“Honey, it’s up to you now. n take care of the outside, won the inside, I can’t interfere too much.”

“Indeed a good wife.”

Ning Fan seriously praised her before turning to the dozen thieves, sneering, “Tell , why did you steal our wallet?”

“Of course, we needed so cash,”

The thief who stole the wallet nodded and smiled obsequiously.

With a bang.

Ning Fan didn’t say another word. He flew up, whipped his leg, and slamd him back into the dirt, stepping on his chest, speaking with a grim face, “With skills like these, you dare be thieves? If you don’t tell the truth, do you believe I’ll chop you up and feed you to the dogs?”

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”

Ning Fan’s strength was imnse, and the thief felt like he was being choked by the foot on his chest, quickly begging for rcy, “It’s my master who sent us, gave us a photo. It’s yours.”

“Oh, where’s the photo, let see.”

Ning Fan was intrigued.

“Here it is, sir, take a look.”

The thief handed over the photo with a smile.

“Oh?”

Ning Fan took the photo, and upon seeing it, smiled a dark smile.

The photo was clearly taken secretly, but with a good angle, his facial features were very clear.

Since soone went to the trouble of taking his picture, there must be sothing behind this, perhaps a grand conspiracy.

Ning Fan passed the photo to Xu Ruolan, then stomped twice more, questioning, “Kid, where’s your master now? Take to him imdiately.”

“Well…”

The thief’s gaze flickered with a hint of fear, his speech hesitant and conflicted.

Those thieves lying on the ground had varied expressions, chiming in words to help him.

“Brother, if we take you to confront our master face to face, we’ll never be able to make a living in this line of work again.”

“Yeah, we worked hard for so many years. A minute on stage requires ten years of off-stage effort. Is it easy for us to score a little cash?”

“Hey!”

Ning Fan was so amused he laughed out of extre anger, “Stop talking nonsense, you’ve got two paths before you: take to your master, or I’ll make you disappear from Earth this second. Your choice.”

“Ugh…”

The thieves were dumbfounded, looking at each other for answers.

After a long ti, they all nodded in agreent to Ning Fan’s demands.

“Sir, please follow us.”

Imdiately a thief led the way ahead, guiding Ning Fan forward.

No one noticed that one thief lagged behind, quietly slipping his hand into his pocket.

Who was Ning Fan? Such a small movent wouldn’t escape his notice.

He walked ahead, speaking calmly, “You’d better not be making a phone call to tip soone off, or next year’s today will be the anniversary of your death.”

“Ah…yes, yes.”

The thief quickly nodded and bowed with his plan foiled, speeding up his pace to lead the dozen others in front of Ning Fan, not daring any further tricks.

They hurried along, crossing street after street, alley after alley.

The night was deep, all was silent around, and the footsteps of more than ten people echoed far and wide on the cent road.

Soon, they arrived in front of a secluded courtyard, all dozen thieves turning their heads to look at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan put Xu Ruolan down, his expression cold, “What are you all staring at for, go knock on the door.”

“Yes, yes.”

One of the thieves went up to knock on the door.

Before long, a hoarse voice ca from inside, “Who is it? Coming to disturb so late.”

“Master, it’s —Wang Xiaosan.” The thief imdiately replied in a low voice.

“Oh, it’s Xiaosan.”

The hoarse voice responded, then quickly opened the door, looking out.

This was a man in his sixties, with a full head of white hair and a sharp gaze, even in the darkness of night, his eyes shone like an eagle’s.

He looked at his dozen disciples, noticing their awkward deanor and expressions, imdiately flying into a rage, “What are you all doing? Too full to work properly, coming here to sponge off ?”

“Master!”

The dozen people called out plaintively, then spread out to the sides, leaving a path open.