Chapter 276: Chapter 276

Lao Wu and Lao Riu were completely dumbfounded; they were elite figures in the assassin realm, having seen all manner of formidable and powerful individuals.

But someone like Ding Fan, with hands formed of blood able to slice through bone and flesh, and two fingers that could even catch bullets!

Such feats had utterly surpassed the understanding of Lao Wu and Lao Liu. How could a human achieve everything Ding Fan did? A person capable of such feats was no longer human; they were akin to a god!

Even Lao Wu and Lao Liu, accustomed to life and death, could not help but show a flicker of panic in their eyes when facing Ding Fan.

"Who sent you... Why do you want to kill me?" Ding Fan's tone was calm as if he wasn't the one who had just chopped off Lao Wu's wrist.

Lao Wu and Lao Liu exchanged glances.

Every line of work has its own rules, and this was true even for the world of assassins. As an assassin, one must never reveal their employer. To do so meant that they could no longer continue in this line of work!

As the two of them were still hesitating, Ding Fan's right hand transformed into a knife-hand strike. With a single wave, Lao Wu let out a painful cry.

Lao Liu was shocked, and by the time he turned his head to look at Lao Wu, he saw that Lao Wu's entire left arm was abruptly severed.

The space inside the car was already small, blood splattered everywhere, even splashing onto Lao Liu's face. The blood also stained the car seat in front... Google seaʀᴄh 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽

The pain of losing an arm nearly caused Lao Wu to pass out right then and there. Only his professional killer's endurance kept him conscious, an endurance much higher than an ordinary person's.

However, even with high endurance, Lao Wu was still shaking uncontrollably from the pain...

"I have little patience. The next time I make a move, I can't guarantee whether it'll be your head or somewhere else that gets severed," Ding Fan said, his tone still as casual as if chatting with a friend.

"I... I'll talk," Lao Liu hastily said.

Ding Fan's decisiveness was terrifying; he acted without hesitation, severing limbs as he pleased. His resolute decisiveness made Lao Liu realize just how ruthless Ding Fan was—a man of his word, capable of executing his threats without a second thought.

"The person who wants you dead is Wang Zeen. As for why... it seems it's because you stole his girlfriend... That's all I know..." Lao Liu blurted out everything he knew.

Given the formidable strength displayed by Ding Fan, how could he dare to conceal anything? He truly feared that if he spoke too slowly or misspoke, he might anger the other man and with another swipe of that knife-hand, his own demise would be sealed.

Ding Fan quickly recalled this person. Although he had no clear impression of Wang Zeen, he knew that Lin Qingqing's main purpose in coming to Yanjing was to confront him. It must have been their overly convincing act that led Wang Zeen to want to strike at him.

Knowing it was Wang Zeen, Ding Fan wasn't overly concerned. He and the Wang Family were already mortal enemies, and their irreconcilable hatred was bound to lead to a violent clash sooner or later.

If he had already offended the Wang Family as a whole, why would he care about a minor figure like Wang Zeen?

Moreover, when Ding Fan originally agreed to help Lin Qingqing, he had anticipated this. The covert acts of the Wang family were bound to occur.

"As soon as this job is done, we're supposed to meet with Wang Zeen's men at Myriad Ghost Building to settle the final payment... Mister Ding, we've told you everything we know, please show mercy and let us go. We're just hired by them..." Lao Liu pleaded with a desperate expression.

Ding Fan glanced at Lao Liu, whose body involuntarily shuddered under his gaze.

Lao Liu had been the death of no fewer than eighty people, a true demon king. It was only in front of Ding Fan that he realized how insignificant he was, with his life entirely in someone else's hands—a death decided by them meant there was no chance for survival.

Ding Fan never intended to spare them in the first place. Not only had Lao Wu and Lao Liu come to kill him, but they also carried the aura of murderers on them, responsible for countless deaths, so it would be better to kill these cold-hearted killers right away.

Ding Fan reached out, and the handgun that had fallen to the ground was instantly attracted to his hand by the force of his True Qi.

Lao Wu and Lao Liu were once again astonished by Ding Fan's display of power, but by the next moment, he had already vanished from inside the car.

It was as if by magic, as though Ding Fan had never been there at all.

Before the two had time to recover their senses, their car lurched violently, followed by a loud explosion; the vehicle carrying Lao Wu and Lao Liu was blasted sky-high.

By then, Ding Fan had already positioned himself far from the explosion site. Without looking back, he walked in the opposite direction.

The reason for the car exploding was because Ding Fan had used an Explosive Talisman, which was why the car was blown to pieces...

The site of the car explosion was quite vacant, so it didn't affect any other vehicles. After the explosion, the police were quick to respond and handle the situation...

With the assassins trailing them dealt with, Ding Fan found a taxi and went straight to find Mu Zi and the others.

Mu Zi and the others were parked not far away, waiting for Ding Fan. When Ding Fan got out of the car, he had already instructed Mu Zi to take good care of Lin Qingqing's safety and had arranged a meeting place for later.

When Ding Fan arrived at the agreed-upon location, Mu Zi and Lin Qingqing were already waiting in the car. Since they knew nothing of what had happened, they had not left the vehicle.

When Ding Fan got out of the taxi and approached Mu Zi's SUV, his brow furrowed tightly. Beneath his Divine Sense, there were surprisingly four bombs placed under Mu Zi's vehicle.

Ding Fan's face darkened, and immediately a murderous intent passed over him without any attempt to conceal it.

One must know, had it not been for the assassins' concern that Lin Qingqing was still in the car, he might have really fallen for it.

Even though Ding Fan's body had been enhanced, and he was now a Cultivator at the Fifth Level of Qi Cultivation, no matter how formidable Ding Fan was, he was still flesh and blood, and these bombs would definitely have been enough to leave him beyond redemption...

This was also because Ding Fan had treated Li Shuying and expended too much True Qi, so he did not use his Divine Sense to check in advance, nearly leading to his demise.

How much hatred must someone hold against him to go to such lengths...

Wang Zeen... deserves to die...

Yanjing, Myriad Ghost Building.

Myriad Ghost Building, located within the third ring of Yanjing, got its name back when foreigners invaded and occupied Yanjing, establishing a club for their entertainment.

At that time, Huaxia Country was closed off and insular, thus the locals rarely encountered foreigners and referred to them as "ghosts," hence the name Myriad Ghost Building for the club they established.

After Huaxia Country was re-established, this place was preserved. Following the economic reform and opening up, a wealthy merchant from Yanjing took over, and it became a place for the rich young heirs of Yanjing to relax and have fun.

Myriad Ghost Building is divided into three floors. The first floor is a quiet bar, the second floor is a clubhouse, and the third floor is a bathhouse...

Currently, soft music was playing on the first floor's quiet bar. The bar's ambience was incredibly cozy. Yet, every detail here was meticulously furnished, and just having a cup of coffee here could cost upwards of 1,800 without a doubt. Therefore, this place was inaccessible to the poor, frequented only by the wealthy and noble.

Gentle guitar music filled the air, creating a very tranquil atmosphere.

In a corner of the quiet bar, Ye Ningbing was sitting there.

Her expression remained cold, her delicate hands gently playing with a lily on the table. In such a serene environment, Ye Ningbing seemed even more like a fairy untouched by the mundane world.

Sitting opposite Ye Ningbing was her intimate friend Mary.

Mary, with a youthful face and voluptuous figure, was holding an exquisite coffee cup in both hands, appearing quite bored.

"Ningbing, there's no need to worry over Ding Fan. To put it plainly, you and he are simply from two different worlds. Even if it weren't for you, the Ding Family would have been doomed all the same. With the way that good-for-nothing Ding Fan was wasting the family's assets, their downfall was only a matter of time," Mary said, trying to console the preoccupied Ye Ningbing at her side.

Ye Ningbing did not speak, still fiddling with the lily on the table.

Was Ding Fan really a good-for-nothing?

How could someone with such an unyielding spirit be labeled as a good-for-nothing? Back when he was arguing with Ye Chenming, Ding Fan's demeanor was calm and composed, neither servile nor overbearing. How could such an expression belong to a good-for-nothing...

If Ding Fan really were a good-for-nothing, why would he refuse the money she offered him? Although she did not see how Ding Fan declined, Ye Ningbing could imagine his proud and unwavering spirit at that moment...

"Ah... how come he came here?" Mary exclaimed in surprise as she looked on.

While Ye Ningbing was lost in thought, Mary's voice made her look up. At that moment, a man walked in from outside.

His expression was indifferent, his posture upright, but not arrogant. He exuded an air of not being ordinary, exceptional...

The newcomer was none other than Ding Fan, the very person Ye Ningbing had just been thinking about!

Ye Ningbing was also slightly startled. Why would Ding Fan appear here?

Could it be that he knew she was here and purposely came to find her?

At this thought, Ye Ningbing's brow furrowed deeply.

In Yanjing, there were not a few who coveted her, and many tried to get close to her under various pretenses. But in the current situation, she believed that if Ding Fan still harbored any inappropriate thoughts toward her, he was simply seeking death.

Ding Fan stood at the entrance of the quiet bar and swept his gaze around the room, bypassing Ye Ningbing completely and finally stopping on a corner.

Ye Ningbing was taken aback and followed Ding Fan's gaze. There in a corner, a man in a suit was leisurely enjoying a newspaper...