Chapter 758: Chapter 758

Because Ding Fan had given instructions earlier, Qin Manshu left home, which Mei Li and Sun Qi were aware of, but neither of them made a move.

After Qin Manshu left the villa, Ding Fan followed her closely.

Ding Fan had his own thoughts; he did not plan to act against the gun stall owner right away. Ding Fan thought it best to unearth all the man's accomplices first.

These villains targeted young and beautiful women, such scum, by staying in this world, would only bring disaster. Therefore, it was perhaps better to root them out altogether and exterminate them.

Qin Manshu walked along the road, with Ding Fan keeping a close eye on her using his Divine Sense.

If Qin Manshu encountered any danger at that moment, Ding Fan would definitely fly over without hesitation to protect her.

Fortunately, the gun stall owner merely lured Qin Manshu with that invisible thread and did not do anything to harm her.

The man led Qin Manshu to a white van. Qin Manshu, still in a daze, boarded the van on her own.

A few minutes after Qin Manshu boarded, the gun stall owner also got in, taking the driver's seat.

After the gun stall owner boarded, he started the vehicle immediately; then, the vehicle drove straight along the road.

At that moment, Ding Fan followed behind using the Wind Pursuit Technique.

Ding Fan used his Divine Sense to probe inside the vehicle, finding only Qin Manshu and the driver inside and no one else. The most update n0vels are published on 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙

To avoid alerting the snake, Ding Fan silently followed all the way.

The vehicle did not travel far before it finally drove into a warehouse not far from Night City in the Middle East. This warehouse was where the gun stall owner had brought a woman earlier in the day, discovered by Ding Fan using his Divine Sense.

After getting out of the vehicle, Qin Manshu, still groggy, followed behind. Both people then entered the warehouse, one after the other.

"Old Crooked, you broke the routine today, striking twice in one day."

After the gun stall owner brought Qin Manshu into the warehouse, a middle-aged man with a large birthmark on his face, lounging amid a pile of goods, said nonchalantly.

The one called Old Crooked, the gun stall owner, did not seem to care about the middle-aged man. After entering the warehouse, he directly shut the warehouse door.

"Wow… today's goods are really nice, top-notch…" The birthmark man saw Qin Manshu who just came in and his eyes lit up, then he stood up straight away.

"This woman is mine, you better not touch her," Old Crooked said in a rather forceful tone.

"Us members of the Thirteen Gates thrive by absorbing the Pure Yin Energy from women. None of our disciples ever said that any woman belongs specifically to them… Have you forgotten our sect's rules?" The birthmark man glanced at Qin Manshu then continued speaking.

"Could it be that seeing the beauty of this woman, you've developed other thoughts? Wishing for a cozy life with a wife and kids?"

Old Crooked still seemed as if he hadn't heard the man's words. He walked over and rapidly tapped Qin Manshu's acupoints, then suddenly grabbed in front of her with his right hand.

Qin Manshu snapped out of it, then regained her senses.

"What… what place is this?" Qin Manshu looked around nervously. But since Old Crooked had tapped her acupoints, she could not move at all.

"Babe, this is your hell, our heaven," the man with the face full of birthmarks said at that moment.

Qin Manshu glanced at the scene in front of her. Her expression turned grim. "What… what are you going to do?"

At that moment, Old Crooked glanced at the birthmark man. "I've said this woman is mine; you can take the other one and scram."

At that moment, in a corner of the warehouse, a woman collapsed, who, astonishingly, was the woman Old Crooked had brought over at noon.

But now, the woman was unconscious, in a continuous state of coma.

"Old Crooked, such a top-notch beauty is something I could never encounter in my lifetime… Anyway, we're going to use her for training, and since it's supposed to be fun first, why don't you have the first go, and I can just have a follow-up,"

After saying this, you could even see the glistening saliva at the corner of the birthmark man's mouth.

Old Crooked frowned deeply, clearly uncertain for a moment.

"Old Crooked, the girl is pretty, but she's really not your type. At most, you play with her tonight, and by tomorrow morning, you'll start training… Do you think it's worth spoiling our relationship over a woman?" The birthmark man said lewdly.

Old Crooked turned and glanced at Qin Manshu.

The birthmark man continued to speak. "Now, if you let me have a go after you, both women, for cultivation, will be all yours. How about that? I just want to taste this supreme woman."

"Alright, but you have to wait for two hours afterwards…"

Old Crooked made up his mind and then said.

"Wow, Old Crooked, it looks like your cultivation power has really progressed. You can handle two hours straight. I respect you, brother… I'll come back after two hours then…"

After the birthmark man spoke, he lecherously glanced at Qin Manshu, then said with a laugh, "Babe, I'll come and take care of you in two hours… let you experience the greatness of my mortar…"

After the birthmark man laughed lewdly, he walked out directly.

Seeing the birthmark man leave, Old Crooked then approached Qin Manshu.

Though still a novice to such scenes, Qin Manshu was the CEO of Qin's Group, so she managed to suppress her fear somewhat.

"If you dare touch me, it will be an ugly death… my boyfriend won't let you go," Qin Manshu said. "If you're willing to let me go, I can give you money, as much as you want…"

After hearing Qin Manshu's words, Old Crooked just laughed. "The boyfriend you mentioned is that gunman, right? His shooting is indeed not bad, but that is just a toy gun after all, do you think I would be afraid of a toy gun?"

"Let me go, I can give you money, as much as you want, just as long as you let me go," Qin Manshu said.

Old Crooked's lips slightly curled. "I'm actually a bit impressed with you. Other women would have long been crying their eyes out by now, whereas you're still thinking of a way to get out of here… You really have a taste."

Old Crooked said that, savoring the moment as he moved in closer to smell Qin Manshu.

Although Old Crooked didn't physically touch Qin Manshu's body, she still felt a wave of nausea.

"For such a beautiful woman like you, it's a pity to just indulge once. However, there's no other way. Good things are always coveted, and I can only possess you for two hours..." Old Crooked said as he began to undo the buttons on his shirt. "I will try to be as gentle as possible, try to leave you with some pleasant memories..."

"Help... Help!" Qin Manshu panicked when she saw Old Crooked removing his clothes.

"There's a Formation here that blocks any sound, even if you scream your lungs out no one will hear you," Old Crooked explained. "However, the more you scream, the more excited I get. It actually makes things more enjoyable for me."

Before Old Crooked could finish his sentence, something fleshy was suddenly thrown in.

This object went straight towards Old Crooked.

Old Crooked reacted rather well, swiftly dodging to the side so that the fleshy object didn't hit him.

After dodging, Old Crooked looked toward the object on the ground.

Upon seeing it clearly, Old Crooked was stunned. The object was none other than the birthmark man who had just left, but now he was covered in blood and looked barely alive...

Old Crooked then looked back towards the doorway.

At this moment, the warehouse door had already been closed, and a figure silently stood in front of Qin Manshu.

The figure seemed as if it had always been there, ghostly and phantom-like.

Old Crooked was startled when he recognized the newcomer. The person before him was none other than Ding Fan, who had hit the target 150 times in a row with a single gun at the amusement park in Night City during the day.

"Brother Fan..." Qin Manshu felt a huge relief seeing Ding Fan.

When Old Crooked was removing his shirt earlier, Qin Manshu felt utterly desperate, she had even thought about biting her tongue to commit suicide.

Now that Ding Fan had arrived, all her problems seemed to be solved. Qin Manshu believed that Ding Fan surely had the ability to easily defeat Old Crooked.

At that moment, Ding Fan slightly waved his right hand.

Following that, Qin Manshu felt her previously immobile body suddenly regain sensation. She hurriedly moved her hands and feet.

Old Crooked's brow furrowed.

The technique of targeting acupoints was a secret within the Sect, unknown to outsiders.

Once hit by this technique, no matter how strong you are, if no one from the Thirteen Gates releases the acupoints, they remain inescapable.

Yet, Ding Fan not only released them but did so with a mere casual wave of his hand...

"Who exactly are you?" Old Crooked asked, glancing at the severely injured birthmark man on the ground and recalling Ding Fan's technique for releasing the acupoints, his expression became solemn.

"Qin Manshu's..." Ding Fan said indifferently.

Old Crooked's brow furrowed slightly.

Ding Fan then made a grabbing motion in the air, and a toy gun that had been placed in the corner instantly came to his hand.

The toy gun was identical to the one Ding Fan had used earlier that day.

Ding Fan immediately pulled the bolt. Then he raised the gun and aimed it at Old Crooked, firing without another word.

The gun had been left there by Old Crooked as a spare, so it wasn't loaded.

Ding Fan raising the gun and firing at himself, Old Crooked didn't even understand what he was attempting to do.

The sound was very distinct, very clear.

Right then, Old Crooked suddenly felt a blast of wind shooting towards him.

Old Crooked's right arm was directly hit by a bullet.

Old Crooked could hardly believe it. He clearly remembered that the gun was unloaded, and even if it had been loaded, what impact could it possibly have since it was just a toy gun?

Yet, Ding Fan had managed to wound him with this toy gun.

Old Crooked looked at his arm, where there was now a bullet hole...

A toy gun piercing through his arm—tell that to someone and see if they'd believe it...

Moreover, with that toy gun in Ding Fan's hand, it was as effective as a real gun judging by the wound on his arm...

Ding Fan then pulled the bolt again, and without any hesitation, he aimed at Old Crooked's thigh and triggered the gun again.

This shot directly pierced through Old Crooked's thigh, and he fell to his knees with a thump.

"Didn't you just say the toy gun couldn't harm you? But it seems a toy gun is more than enough for you..." Ding Fan said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Old Crooked suddenly realized that he had indeed said before that the toy gun couldn't harm him—apparently, he was being taught a lesson now...