Chapter 266: Chapter 266

Ren Ze looked at Mu Zi beside him, who was none other than Mu Wuhui's own granddaughter, and she would absolutely not lie.

A powerful figure who had slain an Earth Level Martial Artist...

Ren Ze turned his gaze towards the direction where Ding Fan had disappeared. How old was Ding Fan? Twenty-two or three? Could it be that he was already an Earth Level Martial Artist?

Thinking of this, Ren Ze's brows furrowed tightly. The look of dissatisfaction that filled his face was replaced by shock. At this moment, he understood something.

Ding Fan was not someone he could afford to provoke.

Inside the study of the Yanjing Ye Family, Ye Ningbing was practicing calligraphy with a serene and focused demeanor. A middle-aged man with an imposing presence stood by her side without disturbing her. He simply watched quietly.

With flexible wrist movements, and after a few swift strokes, Ye Ningbing had quickly completed a large character for 'tranquility' on the page.

"The brushstrokes are fluid, but the style of the words appears somewhat cold... Ningbing, this does resemble your personality somewhat," the middle-aged man standing behind Ye Ningbing commented.

"You flatter me, Uncle..." Ye Ningbing slowly put away her brush. "Uncle, are you certain that Ye Chenming was killed by Ding Fan?"

The person Ye Ningbing called Uncle was named Ye Dehai.

This man, with neatly combed and shiny hair, dressed in a smart suit, looked at a glance to be from a prominent family. Just the aura he exuded was not something ordinary people could match.

"Ningbing, you asked me here to inquire about that disgraceful scion of the Ding Family?" Ye Dehai glanced at Ye Ningbing who was beside him.

Ye Ningbing had kicked Ding Fan out of her changing room after he had barged in and stayed for a full minute; now she was asking about him, and Ye Dehai's look became somewhat peculiar.

"I just want to know if Ye Chenming was really killed by Ding Fan..." It seemed that Ye Ningbing had noticed the unusual look in Ye Dehai's eyes and offered an explanation.

"Were you not present when Ye Chenming offended Ding Fan that day? The Ding Family was pacified by our Ye Family. This time, Ding Fan returned to Yanjing for the sole purpose of avenging the annihilation of his clan. In my view, Ye Chenming was just a beginning..."

Ye Ningbing nodded slowly upon hearing this. Ye Chenming had quarreled with Ding Fan because his car was scratched, and Ye Ningbing had indeed been there at the time. Speaking of motive, Ye Chenming's death was indeed closely related to Ding Fan.

"Ningbing, I know you feel that our actions in annihilating the Ding Family were too harsh, and you want to help that young man. But you must understand, our Ye Family is not to be tampered with by anyone. Although Ye Chenming was a child born out of wedlock, he was still a member of our Ye Family. Therefore, we will seek vengeance for this debt," Ye Dehai said.

"I understand..." Ye Ningbing replied. "Uncle, then proceed as you see fit."

Ye Dehai nodded. "Ningbing, it's not easy for your father to hold up this family. You should talk more with your father when you have the time..."

Ye Dehong, head of the Ye Family, was Ye Ningbing's biological father. As the only daughter of the family head, even though Ye Ningbing had a cold disposition, no one in the Ye Family dared to offend her.

"Alright." After saying this word, Ye Ningbing did not speak any more to Ye Dehai beside her but picked up her brush again.

Ye Dehai didn't say much else and left, knowing to give her space.

After Ye Dehai left, Ye Ningbing hesitated for a moment, then took out her mobile phone and dialed a number directly.

"This is Ye Ningbing. Find Ding Fan before tonight, give him a sum of money, and then let him leave..." After Ye Ningbing said these words, she slowly hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Ningbing picked up her brush again and slowly wrote the character for 'debt' on the white rice paper.

Ding Fan returned to the military district guesthouse. Mei Li was still lying in bed. Because of necessary matters in Squad 3567, Mu Zi had specifically requested two nurses from the military hospital to take care of her.

Although Mei Li was still in the recovery phase, her complexion was excellent thanks to the Medicine Pills refined by Ding Fan.

All signs indicated that Mei Li was no longer in any serious danger. With a few more days of rest, her injuries would be completely healed.

After speaking with Mei Li for a few words, Ding Fan left her room, recognizing that Mei Li needed plenty of rest.

Stepping out of Mei Li's room, Ding Fan pulled out his phone from his storage ring. Ding Fan was no longer alone; there were people he cared about, like Ruoran.

Ruoran had left with Jing Yi that day...

The resolve she had shown was strong, even going so far as to fire a crossbow at Ding Fan. Every time he thought of that moment, Ding Fan's heart ached.

Now that Ruoran had been gone for so long, still plagued by the King of Thousand Gu inside her body, although she had begun to cultivate and Ding Fan had taught her how to use True Qi to seal the Gu Insect, as long as the Gu Insect remained inside her, Ding Fan could not be at ease.

Ding Fan took out his phone, and the first thing he did was to call Zhunxing. Ding Fan mainly wanted to inquire if there had been any news from the Peach Blossom Female Sect lately.

Zhunxing naturally knew the importance of Zhou Ruoran to Ding Fan, so ever since Zhou Ruoran disappeared, he had been searching for her continuously. However, the Peach Blossom Female Sect was one of the Hidden Sects after all, and even though Red Spider had a loud reputation, he could only be very powerful in the Secular World at most.

So, for some time, Zhunxing hadn't been able to find any news about the Peach Blossom Female Sect.

Naturally, Ding Fan wouldn't blame Zhunxing; after all, asking them to find information about the Hidden Sects was indeed too difficult. Ding Fan merely urged them to continue searching without giving up.

After Ding Fan made the call to Zhunxing, just when he was about to put away his phone, it started to ring.

Ding Fan was startled; since he owned this phone, he always kept it inside his storage ring, and it would be impossible for others to call in.

At this moment, looking at the incoming call, Ding Fan didn't know whether it was the caller's luck or if the other party had been calling continuously without interruption.

It was Lin Qingqing who called. Naturally, there was no reason for Ding Fan not to answer, so he immediately took the call.

"Brother Fan, your phone is really hard to reach. I've been trying to call you for three days, and if you hadn't picked up, I was really going to call the police!"

As soon as the call connected, Lin Qingqing's voice came through, complaining.

After voicing her minor complaints, Lin Qingqing got straight to the point, "Brother Fan, do you remember what I talked to you about before?"

Wang Zeen of the Wang Family had used the Prime Minister's connections to court the Lin Family, and the Lin Family's old master's response was to let the two kids get to know each other—his reply was neither a flat refusal nor a blockade, but a vague in-between.

But since the Prime Minister's face had to be given, Mei Li was naturally supposed to spend time with Wang Zeen and 'see how it goes'.

It was because of this that Lin Qingqing begged Ding Fan to come here and help her out as a shield to stir things up.

How could Ding Fan forget Lin Qingqing's request? Moreover, the Wang Family held an irreconcilable grudge against him, so how could Ding Fan just watch Lin Qingqing marry into the Wang Family?

"I will arrive in Yanjing by tonight's flight. There will be some media waiting, so all you need to do is show up to meet me."

Lin Qingqing was, after all, a big star. Her movements were bound to stir the media.

Although Lin Qingqing didn't say it, Ding Fan understood that Lin Qingqing's action was to infuriate Wang Zeen, making him retreat in the face of difficulties.

If it were someone else, they would have serious reservations about provoking the Wang Family, but Ding Fan didn't have to consider that at all.

Ding Fan's actions were always impulsive and straightforward—how could a real man be indecisive and look around in fear?

Moreover, Lin Qingqing and Lin Zhanting shared the same ideals and sentiments as Ding Fan. If Lin Qingqing was in trouble, he naturally had to step in. With the situation at hand, even if Ding Fan didn't provoke the Wang Family, they would undoubtedly come after him.

For Ding Fan, it was now a matter of "having too many debts to worry about." They were welcome to come; at most, it would just be a case of blocking their moves when the time comes.

After hanging up the phone, Ding Fan checked the time—it was around one in the afternoon, leaving several hours before Lin Qingqing's arrival.

Thereupon, Ding Fan got ready, preparing to head directly to Yanjing's airport to wait.

As Ding Fan was about to leave, Mu Zi, who had been following him for the last few days, had already noticed it. She had tasted a lot of sweetness while following Ding Fan, and naturally, she still wanted to accompany him wherever he went.

Immediately, Mu Zi drove Ding Fan straight to Yanjing's airport.

At this moment, the waiting area in Yanjing airport was already filled with many people waiting there. Among this crowd, Ding Fan noticed many individuals holding up pictures of Lin Qingqing and banners like 'Lin Qingqing, I Love You.' Presumably, these people knew that Lin Qingqing would be arriving in Yanjing in the evening and had come early to wait. Latest content publıshed on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱

Besides movie fans, there were also many members of the media around, with a significant number of cameras and camcorders—it looked like quite a large-scale operation.

Looking at this setup, Ding Fan guessed that all of this might have been arranged by Lin Qingqing. Although she was a big star, she was normally low-key.

The things Lin Qingqing was doing were probably to make Wang Enze from the Wang Family see everything and back off, knowing it was difficult to proceed.

"You motherfucker, are you deaf? I don't know you..." Just then, a very discordant voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Ding Fan followed the sound and saw a little boy around seven or eight years old who had been pushed onto the ground, with a sizable bloodstain on his forehead. It was clear that he had been pushed down by someone just now.

Next to the little boy was a middle-aged man clutching his belly. From the current situation, it appeared that it was this middle-aged man who had pushed the little boy down.