Chapter 1251: Chapter 1240: Which Wretch Is Making Trouble? Why Not Co Out and Face
Turns out I’ve been tracked by soone, but I don’t know who they are?
Could it be… that guy Zhou Wei?
I haven’t been in Zhonghai recently, and haven’t offended anyone, except today I offended the president of the Zhonghai University Martial Arts Society, Zhou Wei.
From the plan at noon to make embarrass myself drunk, this is soone who bears grudges at the slightest provocation.
Since one plan failed, surely another one is brewing, not stopping until he achieves his goal.
Ning Fan didn’t say anything, puffing a cigarette as he headed towards the small forest nearby.
If these guys want to die, then I’ll show them a lesson, let them know not everyone can be ssed with.
Soon enough.
He stood firm in the forest, leaned against a big tree, and shouted, “Where’s that little ghost causing trouble, why not co out and et ?”
“Yo…”
As soon as the words fell, a group of people ca out, their hair dyed ssy and scruffy-looking.
The leader was crew-cut, and as he looked at Ning Fan standing calmly there, he got intrigued.
They were skilled fugitives hired by Xu Xiangjie for tens of thousands of bucks, saying the target had offended Young Master Zhou, needed to be taught a lesson.
The crew-cut guy ordered his underlings, “Brothers, get sharp, waste this young fellow for —this guy dared to hit Young Master Zhou and even showed no respect to Brother Xu.”
“What? Truly daring, Young Master Zhou is the son of the Zhou Family in Jiangcheng, with overwhelming power.”
“Who is he to not show even a bit of respect?”
“Enough of this, if he’s mixing in Zhonghai surely he knows Brother Xu’s reputation, yet he shows no respect?”
“Brothers, beat him, turn him into a pig-headed fool; avenge Young Master Zhou and Brother Xu.”
These guys surrounded Ning Fan tightly.
Ning Fan smoked carelessly, scoffing at them, coldly saying, “Zhou Wei sent you guys, right?”
“Young man, you seem sensible, debts have a main cause; we’re just taking money to resolve soone’s troubles. If you want revenge, find the real client, not us.”
These folks were fugitive warriors of the Jianghu, living by the sword’s edge, naturally not keeping their client’s privacy—truly without credibility.
In their eyes, money talks, money moves mountains.
Ning Fan smiled slightly, assertively commanding, “If you don’t want your heads smashed, then go turn Zhou Wei into a pig-headed fool, or else, I’ll make you pay dearly.”
“Hey, what a big mouth for a little toad.”
The crew-cut guy got interested imdiately, coldly laughed, walked over to Ning Fan, reaching out, intending to slap Ning Fan’s cheek.
But before his hand reached Ning Fan, Ning Fan grabbed it, twisting it at an incredibly odd angle.
Crack…
The sound of bone cracking, the crew-cut guy clutched his arm and crouched down, crying wolf.
He didn’t forget to shout at his brothers, “Brothers, attack, waste this young man, he’s too much, daring to even hit .”
“Is this young man tired of living, brothers, attack.”
“Hahaha, daring to act up in our turf, does he not ask what happens to people like him?”
Then, those fugitive warriors each grabbed clubs, rushed over.
Ning Fan still unfazed, coldly watching them, unmoving.
He suddenly moved his leg, dodging skillfully.
Bam bam…
Crack crack…
In no ti, this bunch lay defeated on the ground, moaning.
Ning Fan saw these so-called fugitive warriors, were just weaklings of low Realm, he picked up a fallen club, tapped crew-cut’s head, speaking calmly, “Now, considering my proposal, are we?”
“Impossible, we can’t hit Young Master Zhou, that guy has connections, overwhelming power, if we do that, isn’t that seeking death?”
The crew-cut shook his head like a drum, quickly waved off, looking pale.
With a loud bang.
Ning Fan swung the club on his back, heavy like a thousand pounds.
Spurt…
The crew-cut spat blood, face turning pale yellow, looking bloodless.
“Now what?”
Ning Fan looked again, eyes full of unprecedented killing intent.
“Wait…” The crew-cut guy raised his hand to beg, “Actually Young Master Zhou is just outside the forest, waiting for our good news.”
“Is that so?”
Ning Fan smiled slightly, “Go, call him over, say I’m beaten disabled, lying there moaning.”
“This…”
Crew-cut and others exchanged glances, all looking conflicted.
“Want to break his legs?”
“That’s Young Master Zhou we can’t just hit him; we’ll never survive in Zhonghai if we do.”
With a bitter smile, crew-cut looked like a wrinkled flower, pleading.
“Two options in front of you, either coax him here, or you’ll be crippled today, living life on wheelchair henceforth.”
Ning Fan coldly stared, eyes murderous.
“Sigh.”
Crew-cut and others sighed, exchanged a glance, nodded to each other.
Then, they walked toward the forest’s edge.
“Boss, why don’t we just run, Young Master Zhou is not one to ss with.”
“Run my ass?”
The crew-cut gave his brother a flick, snuffed, “Ning Fan’s even worse to ss with, can you feel it, it’s like eyes watching us, if we dare run he’ll definitely break our legs.”
What?
Those fugitive warriors laughed, amused.
Break our legs?
This sounds eerie, isn’t it like insulting themselves?
However, as subordinates, they dared not say much, followed the boss to the forest’s edge.
Soon enough, they were outside the forest, seeing a shadow peeking around by a big tree.
It was definitely Zhou Wei.
By now he was impatient, seeing crew-cut and others returning, he shouted, “Where’s Ning Fan, wasn’t he supposed to be beaten crippled before ?”
“Well, Young Master Zhou, that guy’s beaten unable to walk, bleeding profusely, afraid of trouble we thought you should co over to handle it.”
Crew-cut feigned casualness, face full of flattery.
Zhou Wei didn’t notice anything amiss, brow twitching happily, “Haha, great, Ning Fan that guy made spit blood, almost giving stomach varices, too hateful, co on, take to see what ss you’ve left him.”
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