Chapter 848: Chapter 848

"What exactly is going on?" Ding Fan's tone became more direct and raised.

At this point, Mu Zi could only tell everything. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥

After returning together with Zhou Ruoran from the Peach Blossom Female Sect, Mu Zi had arranged for Ruoran to stay at the guest house. For a long time, it was Mu Zi who had taken care of Ruoran.

Some time ago, Mu Zi went on a mission, and Ruoran stayed at the guest house.

Upon returning from Mali, Mu Zi went straight to the guest house to see Zhou Ruoran first. Originally, Mu Zi intended to take Ruoran to see Ding Fan together.

Just when the two were planning to meet Ding Fan, at the entrance of the 3567 Group, they were stopped by someone from the Upper Xuan Sect named Fang Butong.

Fang Butong was the representative sent by the Upper Xuan Sect to collaborate with the military.

As the Upper Xuan Sect is a highly reputable and prominent sect, the military valued this cooperation very much, so much so that even the commander of the Yanjing Military Region was in charge of the reception.

Fang Butong was attracted by Ruoran's beauty, and he wanted to invite her for a meal. In Fang Butong's view, he just had to reveal his identity, and the other party would definitely eagerly go to have a meal with him.

Fang Butong was the grandson of Upper Xuan Sect's sect master. Moreover, the commander of the Yanjing Military Region had promised that as long as the Upper Xuan Sect collaborates with the military, Fang Butong would be awarded the rank of senior colonel.

From any perspective, there was no way the other party would refuse him.

However, to Fang Butong's surprise, Ruoran had absolutely no intention of going to have a meal with him. Infuriated, Fang Butong wanted to use force, but Zhou Ruoran skillfully avoided him. Embarassed by his own failure, Fang Datong lost control and ended up severely injuring Zhou Ruoran…

As this incident happened not long ago, Elder Shen has yet to be informed.

"Where is Ruoran right now?" Ding Fan's tone was extremely cold, and his eyes were filled with a murderous intent.

"Brother Fan, please don't be mad, Fang Datong is really not someone to provoke right now, he has the backing of Upper Xuan Sect, and the military also highly values the Upper Xuan Sect... If you make a move against Fang Datong, neither the underworld nor the legal paths will let you go," Mu Zi said very worriedly.

Ding Fan ignored her and continued to ask, "Where is Ruoran right now?"

Seeing Ding Fan , Mu Zi knew that no matter what she said now, Ding Fan would not listen to her. "Sister Ruoran is currently at Yanjing 263 Hospital."

Upon hearing that, Ding Fan walked briskly out of the tent.

"Brother Fan..." Mu Zi hurriedly followed.

Ding Fan stopped, paused for a moment, then directly took out pen and paper from his storage ring.

Despite the pandemic being under control and both preventive and therapeutic drugs having been developed, he still had some matters to instruct.

Ding Fan quickly wrote a few words on the note, then handed it all to Mu Zi beside him.

After giving the note to Mu Zi, Ding Fan turned around and left without looking back.

Watching the direction in which Ding Fan disappeared, Mu Zi's face was filled with anxiety. "Brother Fan, you really must listen to me, please don't stir up trouble..."

Yanjing 263 Hospital.

Ding Fan swiftly found Zhou Ruoran's hospital room following the address Mu Zi gave, and even before entering the room, he could already hear the voices inside.

"Why are you so stubborn? Do you know who Fang Butong is? He holds a senior colonel rank at such a young age; truly a promising young man... Is such a person really not worthy of you?"

Inside the room, a middle-aged man dressed in a suit and styled with a slicked-back haircut was speaking unpleasantly to Zhou Ruoran.

At that moment, Zhou Ruoran looked quite pale, lying on the hospital bed, clearly having suffered severe injuries.

"I am already a married woman, my husband is Ding Fan... How could I agree to Fang Butong after he severely injured me?" Zhou Ruoran huffed, then closed her eyes.

"Fang Butong is very regretful for accidentally injuring you. He has given me 200,000 here. Of course, this amount of money is not for compensation but just for you to buy some nutritional supplements to recover well..." The slicked-back hair man continued as he pulled out a check for 200,000 from his chest pocket.

"Get out, I need to rest..." Even Zhou Ruoran, known for her good temperament, cursed directly.

After hitting her, he thought he could settle it with 200,000? What did he take her for?

"You really shouldn't be ungrateful; giving you 200,000 is showing you respect. If we didn't want to show respect, then hitting you would have meant nothing..." the slicked-back hair man said aggressively.

"Didn't you hear him? He told you to get out,"

Before the man with slicked-back hair could finish his sentence, he heard Ding Fan's indifferent voice from behind.

The man looked very displeased as he turned to look at Ding Fan walking into the hospital room.

Ding Fan was dressed simply, and the slicked-back hair man thought of Ding Fan as just an ordinary person with no background.

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to..."

"Ding Fan..." Before the slicked-back hair man could finish, Zhou Ruoran on the hospital bed had already seen Ding Fan. She burst into tears, perhaps out of excitement or grievance.

Ding Fan ignored the man with slicked-back hair, walking straight up to Zhou Ruoran, "I'm back, everything is fine now."

Gently, Ding Fan stroked Zhou Ruoran's hair.

The man with slicked-back hair watched coldly from the side. "Kid, I don't care who you are, but you'd better leave right now. You're simply not worthy of Zhou Ruoran."

"He's my husband; you're the one who should be leaving," Zhou Ruoran said to the man with the slicked-back hair.

The slicked-back hair man snorted lightly. "Kid, think carefully. Is it worth losing your family, your dignity, and ruining your reputation over a woman..."

Ding Fan frowned. "Are you threatening me?"

The man with the slicked-back hair smiled ambiguously. "Leave this woman now, and I will spare your life. I'll even give you a substantial amount of money..."

"Where is Fang Butong?" Ding Fan asked directly.

This man with the slicked-back hair was merely running errands for Fang Butong; Ding Fan did not want to waste words on such a lackey any longer.

"Do you think someone of your status could meet Mr. Fang?"...

Before the man with the slicked-back hair could finish speaking, Ding Fan had already grabbed him by the neck.

At this moment, the man was like a little chick, unable to break free from Ding Fan's grip.

"You... what are you doing, let me down quickly, do you not want to live?" the man said with a face full of terror. "I'm someone you cannot afford to provoke."

Ding Fan didn't say much but slightly increased the strength of his grip on the man's hand.

Although Ding Fan only increased his strength a bit, it was enough to make the man with slicked-back hair cry out in pain. He even felt that if the other party exerted a bit more force, his head might be crushed.

Seeing that the other party had softened, Ding Fan then loosened his grip. "Take me to..."...

Yanjing Suburb, Red Maple Villa complex.

This place is generally where high-ranking military officers come for convalescence. At this time, inside Villa Number Five, the lights were brilliant, and from time to time, bursts of music could be heard.

The architectural style of the villa mimics Europe and looks quite luxurious.

Inside the villa's main hall, a young man in a Tang suit held a wine glass in his hand, savouring it with a contented expression.

"Young Master Fang, with your youthful achievements and the backing of the Upper Xuan Sect, and the military commissioning you as a colonel, I think that woman wouldn't be unaware of what's good for her. Perhaps she has already agreed by now," said a middle-aged man in a suit, ingratiatingly.

The man in the Tang suit was Fang Butong. After listening to the man in the suit, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upwards, and he gently swirled the wine glass in his hand.

"The secular world really is a wonderful place, beauties, fine wine... I've lived these twenty-five years in vain," Fang Butong said, savoring a sip of his drink.

"That's right, whatever you desire, we can provide it," the man in the suit said laughingly as he toasted him. "Here's a toast to you."

The man in the suit raised his glass, and he and Fang Butong clinked glasses, then each took a sip.

"Young Master Fang, we need to help each other in times of difficulty. We've encountered some problems now; I wonder if the Upper Xuan Sect could lend a hand?" the man in the suit asked with a smile.

Fang Butong's mouth corners lifted slightly. "Since we've already agreed on cooperation, naturally, we will help each other. Whatever the issue, just tell me; the leader of the Upper Xuan Sect is my own uncle, I can make some decisions."

Seeing Fang Butong speak in such a way made the man in the suit very pleased. "Since that's the case, then I'll speak frankly. Young Master Fang, you should be aware of the situation with the mutated Black Death virus, right?"

Fang Butong nodded slightly.

The news about the mutated Black Death virus was rife, and not many people were unaware.

"Without hiding the truth, after our investigation, we have found that this incident was man-made, and it was orchestrated by the Ancient Martial Sects," the man in the suit said.

"Oh? If they could do this, it shows that they are heretical, and as a leader of a righteous faction, we will certainly not sit by idly..." Fang Butong said.

"With the help of the Upper Xuan Sect, I believe we can handle this matter very well," the man in the suit said happily, seeing that Fang Butong agreed.

"That thing you mentioned, he cannot handle it," just then, a cold voice suddenly echoed in the room.

Fang Butong and the man in the suit were both startled.

There wasn't anyone else in the room, and the doors were closed. If someone had come in, they would have had no reason not to know.

"Who are you?" the man in the suit stood up directly, looking wary. "How did you appear here?"

Who else could it be if not Ding Fan?

Ding Fan slowly walked up to the two men. "Zhou Ruoran is my wife."

The man in the suit's eyes narrowed, knowing that Zhou Ruoran had been injured by Fang Butong previously, and her husband coming now was naturally not going to let things slide easily.

"We are people from the military; you cannot afford to provoke us. Leave now, and I'll pretend you were never here," the man in the suit said to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Murder for murder, debts must be repaid; I am here to collect debts. How could I possibly leave without collecting?"

"I'm advising you for your own good, if you don't leave now, you'll regret it," the man in the suit said.

"Let him sever his arms by himself, and I will let him go," Ding Fan said indifferently...