Top-tier Unruly Master Chapter 19 - 18: Murderous Intent

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"Look at the state you're in now, actually sitting on the roadside; you're nearly at the point of begging, Young Master Ding. Your appearance, it's simply heartbreaking to see."

Zhang ijiao claid to be heartbroken, yet her face showed not the slightest concern; on the contrary, her words seed to carry a trace of schadenfreude.

"Do you have any business with ? If not, you can leave," Ding Fan said indifferently.

While he was waiting for the bus, Zhang ijiao was buzzing in his ear like a fly, which made him very uncomfortable.

"ijiao, who is this person, and why are you talking to him?" At this mont, another sowhat impatient voice ca from the car.

The car was a convertible, and from Ding Fan's angle, he could clearly see the face of the man who spoke.

He was a man of at least fifty, but his attire was strikingly modern; his hair was slick and shiny, braided, and he sported a beard. Around his neck hung a thick gold chain.

"Director Zhang, you might not know this person. You should have heard of the prodigal son of the Ding Family, though," Zhang ijiao said while shalessly snuggling up to the man old enough to be her father. "That's him over there, isn't it?"

The man known as Director Zhang glanced at Ding Fan with impatience. "So what if he is. A mourning dog isn't worth looking at."

Zhang ijiao giggled. "Director Zhang, you don't know — back then, he really took good care of . Director, didn't you just say that your props team needed a watchman for the warehouse? Why not let him take the job?"

Director Zhang was impatient. "Such trivial matters, just do as you please; I don't have ti to deal with these strays."

After hearing Director Zhang's words, Zhang ijiao pressed her body closer, and in front of Ding Fan, she gently kissed Director Zhang's face. "I knew you cared about the most."

Ding Fan felt nauseous. He got up from the ground; after having had enough rest, he decided to leave directly.

"Eldest Young Master Ding, I, Zhang ijiao, am soone who repays kindness. Seeing you in such a pitiful state, I can't just ignore you. Director Zhang pities you, so he's letting you watch the props warehouse. You'll get three als a day, and at the end of the month, you can even earn three hundred yuan.

How about it, am I not treating you well enough?" Zhang ijiao said with a smiling face to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan's eyebrows furrowed.

Zhang ijiao continued. "Eldest Young Master Ding, since Director Zhang is helping you, you can't just take it without giving anything in return, right? I see you have nothing on you, so how about this — kneel down and kowtow."

Ding Fan's expression beca solemn. Previously, he just thought Zhang ijiao was a woman, and he didn't want to stoop to her level, but she kept pushing him, now even demanding that he kneel and kowtow to them.

"What's wrong? Young Master Ding, are you angry? However, you better think it through — I am helping you here. You're not the young master of the Ding Family anymore. Kneeling won't cost you an ounce of flesh, and it will secure your food and shelter from now on."

"Scram!" Ding Fan said coldly to Zhang ijiao.

Three hundred yuan a month, plus three als a day, was practically like alms for beggars, and now they wanted him to kneel before them. This wasn't help, it was clearly kicking him while he was down, wanting to mock his downfall.

Zhang ijiao's expression beca stern as well. "What's that? Eldest Young Master throwing a tantrum? Take a look in the mirror and see what you've beco. A filthy beggar still trying to act tough in my presence."

Zhang ijiao pulled a stack of hundred-yuan bills from her bag. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you kneel before and kowtow, I'll give you a hundred for each. Rest assured, even if you kowtow a thousand tis, I can afford it."

In Zhang ijiao's opinion, Ding Fan reeked of gasoline, pale-faced... With the Ding Family's fall from grace, Ding Fan must be desperately in need of money. A hundred yuan for a kowtow was a temptation difficult for anyone to refuse, especially for Ding Fan; she was certain he would comply.

Zhang ijiao recalled how she had groveled before Ding Fan, serving him like a dog, and it irritated her terribly. Now, she wanted to watch Ding Fan kneel before her as a way to comfort her sowhat twisted pride.

However, contrary to her expectations, Ding Fan didn't even glance at the money in her hand, which took her by surprise. Could it be that this mourning dog wasn't short of money?

"Before, you were just a disgusting bug. Do you think you've beco a phoenix on a branch because you found a backer? Whoever fancies soone like you must be going senile."

"Boy, what did you say!" Director Zhang's face turned ugly, and his voice rose.

"Director Zhang, why bother with soone like a mourning dog? He is simply envious. You're an internationally acclaid director, and what is he? Just a roadside beggar. He's jealous of the fact that you have a beautiful woman like by your side, whereas he can only cuddle with a rock to sleep..."

After hearing what Zhang ijiao said, Ding Fan felt disgusted to death.

Beautiful? If Zhou Ruoran regained her looks, Zhang ijiao wouldn't even co close to one-tenth of her beauty; and besides, even now without her restored face, Zhou Ruoran was still a million tis more beautiful than Zhang ijiao in Ding Fan's heart.

Ding Fan had no ti to waste on such a person and turned to leave without paying any more attention.

"Thinking of leaving?" Zhang ijiao saw Ding Fan turning to leave, and she directly opened the car door and jumped out.

Zhang ijiao rushed behind Ding Fan and unexpectedly lifted her leg to kick towards his lower back.

Although Ding Fan was weak at the mont, if he were to be kicked by a woman, he might as well smash his head against a block of tofu.

Zhang ijiao launched a surprise attack from behind, confident that her kick would surely topple Ding Fan, but what she never expected was that just as her foot was about to connect with him, Ding Fan suddenly dodged, avoiding her kick entirely.

Zhang ijiao's foot missed its target, and she imdiately lost her balance. Wearing high heels, she tumbled to the ground, scraping her right cheek and scattering her hair in a disheveled state as she sat on the ground.

"Wow... Assault! Director Zhang, that mourning dog has hit your woman, what are you sitting there for? Aren't you going to quickly take care of this mourning dog?" Zhang ijiao rolled on the ground, throwing a tantrum.

"Kid, you dared to touch my woman, it seems you truly don't want to live," Director Zhang said as he got out of the car and charged towards Ding Fan.

Director Zhang, priding himself on his imposing stature, thought that with his bulk he could simply crush the slender Ding Fan. He swung his fists and rushed at Ding Fan.

Seeing Director Zhang charging at him, Ding Fan frowned.

Zhang ijiao had attempted a baseless sneak attack from behind, and he hadn't even touched a finger on her; then this director ca forward to fight him. Was he appearing too good-natured?

"Scram!"

Ding Fan was getting angry. He launched a kick straight out.

Ding Fan's kick wasn't particularly strong, but it did hit the reflex point on Director Zhang's right leg. If the timing and placent were precise, that kick could leave the person unable to stand for a year. Without tily treatnt, a lifeti in a wheelchair could be the result.

Thump!

Ding Fan seized the opportunity and delivered a decisive kick.

Striking Director Zhang's reflex point was a trivial matter for Ding Fan, far easier than identifying and hitting vital spots.

So when Ding Fan's foot connected, the seemingly robust Director Zhang imdiately howled in pain, clutching his right leg as he fell to the ground.

"Kid, don't you dare leave; if I don't kill you today, my surna isn't Zhang!"

Director Zhang, enduring the pain, pulled out his cellphone and decisively dialed the police.

A flicker of murderous intent crossed Ding Fan's eyes.

Ding Fan was aware of his current situation, his cultivation being low, and having offended so people he shouldn't have. If he got arrested for fighting the director, he'd probably be in trouble.

Ding Fan looked around, and for a mont, he contemplated murder. He had already planned to kill both the director and Zhang ijiao and then hide in the mountains. After all, for a cultivator like him, living in the mountains wasn't a problem. In fact, it might be safer than his current situation.

However, as he looked up, a Range Rover approached from a distance. There were no other cars on the road aside from the Range Rover, and Ding Fan silently calculated, waiting for the vehicle to pass.

Ding Fan resolved to eliminate these two people; not out of cruelty, but necessity, given his low level of cultivation. Any hesitation could cost him his survival.

"Mourning dog, even Director Zhang dares to hit you, even if the Emperor himself ca, he couldn't save you today," Zhang ijiao said through clenched teeth, full of rage.

Ding Fan remained silent, his gaze fixed on the approaching Range Rover as he clenched his fists, the murderous intent in his eyes growing heavier. He was just waiting for the Range Rover to drive away...

Screech!

Just as Ding Fan hoped the Range Rover would quickly pass by, instead of driving past, it ca to a stop right next to the red sports car.

A sense of foreboding filled Ding Fan as he quickly calculated his next move. If he delayed, things would definitely turn to his disadvantage. He considered whether to give up on killing Director Zhang and Zhang ijiao and escape first.

But as Ding Fan weighed his options, two attractive figures stepped out of the Range Rover.