Chapter 277: Chapter 277

Ye Ningbing had thought Ding Fan came to the Myriad Ghost Building because he knew she was there and sought her out. She had encountered such situations many a time—scions of wealthy Yanjing families seeking her presence with various pretexts.

At this moment, however, Ye Ningbing's brows furrowed tightly, as she realized that Ding Fan approaching her now would be akin to seeking death given the current circumstances.

But just then, Ding Fan's gaze swept across the quiet bar and finally settled on someone in the corner reading a newspaper. He then walked over without hurry.

Seeing this scene, Ye Ningbing realized she had been wrong—Ding Fan wasn't here for her.

However, she couldn't understand why she felt a strange irritation upon knowing this—an emotion she couldn't quite fathom.

Ding Fan casually walked up to the newspaper-reading person and seated himself with composure.

"Hey? Isn't that person Wang Zeen's secretary, Wang Hao? What is Ding Fan doing with him?" Mary to the side recognized the man sitting opposite Ding Fan.

Wang Zeen was known for his cunning and strategic mind, with Wang Hao often behind the scenes in his schemes. In Yanjing, Wang Hao was quite a renowned figure.

Mary didn't understand what Ding Fan wanted with Wang Hao.

Ye Ningbing also looked on, puzzled, at Ding Fan and Wang Hao.

Wang Hao, sensing someone sitting opposite him, slowly lowered his newspaper. Upon seeing Ding Fan's face, his expression turned grave.

"How could it be... didn't expect it's me, did you?" Ding Fan spoke indifferently, his tone cool.

Wang Hao pondered for a moment and then responded in a muted voice, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Assassin Lao Wu, Assassin Lao Liu... If you want to keep pretending to be clueless, I don't mind turning you into a genuine fool!" Ding Fan said.

A chill flickered across Ding Fan's eyes, and Wang Hao, meeting his gaze, shivered involuntarily.

Ding Fan's look was resolute. Although this was Wang Hao's first encounter with Ding Fan, his experience in judging people told him that Ding Fan was a ruthless man who meant what he said.

"I'd advise you it's better not to know. Plus, since you've already had a narrow escape, you'd be wise to leave Yanjing, this land of trouble. After all, it is fraught with danger here, and many want your life," Wang Hao managed to respond with composure, despite Ding Fan's overbearing presence.

Ding Fan lightly picked up the coffee cup in front of him and toyed with it in his hand. "You needn't worry about my affairs; take me to your master..."

Wang Hao's brows furrowed but he said nothing. Ding Fan then carefully placed the cup back in front of Wang Hao.

Following that, Ding Fan gently pinched the rim of the coffee cup. What happened next left Wang Hao dumbfounded; the whole ceramic coffee cup was neatly bisected at the middle.

The cut in the middle of the cup was perfectly smooth...

Wang Hao vividly remembered watching Ding Fan just play with the cup in his hands for a moment, and by the time he placed it back down, it had been sliced open...

It was clear that even the sharpest knife couldn't make such a clean cut through porcelain, and just a moment ago, Ding Fan's hands were empty...

Now, Wang Hao looked at Ding Fan with a mixture of wariness and fear in his eyes.

"Take me to your master..." Ding Fan's tone remained calm, but it was filled with an air of suffocating authority.

"I..." Wang Hao, normally composed, seemed panicked and struggled to speak fluently.

"My patience is limited..." Ding Fan finished, began playing with another coffee cup beside him.

Wang Hao, eyes fixed on the cleanly cut cup, was filled with profound fear. If such a hard porcelain cup could be sliced open, what would happen to him...

The thought was unfathomable.

"I'll take you…" Wang Hao took a deep breath, straightened his collar in a vain attempt to quell his fear, and stood up.

He then walked out first, with Ding Fan standing up lethargically and following behind.

As Ding Fan left with Wang Hao, Mary and Ye Ningbing were already thoroughly confused.

Wang Hao, a figure of considerable stature in Yanjing, was fierce and ruthless, known for helping Wang Zeen with dirty deeds. Yet such a figure appeared extremely restrained in front of Ding Fan and even seemed panicked.

What Ding Fan could have done to elicit such a reaction from a man like that was beyond Mary and Ye Ningbing's understanding.

Curious, Mary walked over to the booth where Ding Fan and Wang Hao had been sitting, with Ye Ningbing following close behind due to her curiosity...

"How could this be... how is it possible?" Mary was shocked at the sight of the neatly bisected coffee cup.

Ye Ningbing stared in disbelief as well. She then turned to look out the window at Ding Fan getting into a car with Wang Hao.

Afterward, Ye Ningbing glanced at the coffee cup sliced in two on the table. Had Ding Fan done this?

To his credit, Wang Hao was very obedient, driving silently all the way.

Ding Fan's previous performance was simply too shocking, so he dared not make a move.

You see, the previous assassins sent to kill Ding Fan, Brother Wu and Brother Liu, were elite figures in the Assassin realm, and they were nothing in front of Ding Fan. All the more reason not to mention him now.

As clever as Wang Hao was, he now understood that his only option was to cooperate fully with Ding Fan, and perhaps in doing so, he might be able to save his own life.

Once in the car, Ding Fan closed his eyes to rest, unconcerned about where Wang Hao was driving to; he trusted that Wang Hao would definitely deliver him in front of Wang Zeen.

Driving the vehicle out of the Fifth Ring, Wang Hao finally stopped at a bar that was quite modestly decorated.

Just as Wang Hao's car had come to a stop, a man with dyed blond hair, a cigarette hanging from his lips, swaggered over.

"Brother Hao, you're here. Young Master En has been waiting for you for half a day; he specifically had me wait for you here," said Blondie, even as he opened the car door for Wang Hao.

Wang Hao then got straight out of the car, his expression unchanged.

Right now, Wang Hao wasn't even thinking about crying out for help. With the God of Slaughter, Ding Fan, by his side, Blondie was nothing!

After Wang Hao got out, Ding Fan also slowly stepped out of the car.

Blondie glanced at Ding Fan and was taken aback, as he didn't recognize him. Knowing that Wang Hao preferred to be a loner, he had never seen him with anyone else.

"Brother Hao, who's this?" Blondie asked, looking puzzled beside Wang Hao.

Wang Hao glanced at Ding Fan, unsure of how to introduce him; surely, he couldn't just say that this man was Ding Fan.

As Wang Hao was pondering what to do, Ding Fan had already introduced himself in a calm tone.

Ding Fan?! The source of this content ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩

Upon hearing the name, Blondie blinked, clearly trying to recall who Ding Fan was, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, his eyes lit up.

"Ding Fan?! Aren't you the one Brother Wu and Brother Liu were sent to kill!? Brother Hao, what's going on?" Blondie said, thoroughly confused.

However, before Blondie could finish speaking, Ding Fan had already made his move.

Ding Fan, with hands in his pockets, kicked out directly with his right foot.

Blondie immediately flew like a cannonball, blasted straight through the bar's wooden door by Ding Fan's kick, shattering it into pieces.

Wang Hao was astonished by Ding Fan's move; it looked like he intended to barge in forcefully, an act of complete and ferocious dominance.

How could Wang Hao know that Ding Fan was here to vent his anger, to kill.

If it weren't for Ding Fan's Divine Sense, if Lin Qingqing hadn't been in the car earlier, then Ding Fan would have been killed by the bomb without question.

For those who threatened his life, Ding Fan would not show mercy, neither in the Cultivation World nor on Earth!

"Fuck! Who is it, who dares to make trouble here!"

"Are you tired of living!"...

A series of curses followed, and three or four people ran straight out of the bar.

Each of these men carried a machete and was covered in tattoos, clearly no good characters.

After they came out, they charged toward Ding Fan without hesitation.

Ding Fan moved swiftly, blending into the fray, and with only a few punches and kicks, the previously shouting thugs didn't even have a chance to get a good look at their assailant before they were all flipped onto the ground by Ding Fan.

In a moment, several people were rolling on the ground, groaning; with the look of it, they would not be able to stand up for quite a while.

Ding Fan then turned back to glance at Wang Hao, who had already been stunned by the scene. "Let's go in," he said.

Wang Hao swallowed hard. He was a seasoned man of the world, but those ruthless people he'd encountered before were nothing compared to Ding Fan.

To cut a coffee cup with a finger, to kick a man into flight, to flip several strong men with a few punches and kicks...

What is a ruthless person? Ding Fan was the epitome of one.

Wang Hao didn't dare delay any longer and obediently led the way. Ding Fan, with his hands in his pockets, followed behind nonchalantly.

His demeanor was as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him...

If God stands in my way, I'll slay God. If Buddha obstructs, I'll kill Buddha!