Chapter 931: Chapter 931

Ding Fan ran with all his might, pushing his Wind Pursuit Technique to the extreme.

The combat strength of that Gui Xing was incredibly formidable. If not for Ding Fan making use of that long whip, he might have already been left behind by now.

Thinking of the long whip, Ding Fan couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. After all, it was a Grade Nine artifact of attack. Tossing it away like that was undeniably painful.

The direction Ding Fan was running was opposite to where Gusu Qingwen had gone. The purpose of this was mainly to provide cover for her escape.

After departing from there, Ding Fan ran non-stop for an entire day. He knew the strength of Gui Xing. If he were caught, death would be inevitable.

Moreover, Ding Fan was severely injured at the moment.

After an entire day of relentless running, Ding Fan finally reached the edge of the desert. Staying in the desert was extremely dangerous, so Ding Fan quickly swallowed a Foundation Building Pill and burst straight out of the desert.

Shortly after leaving the desert, Ding Fan used his Divine Sense to detect a small town in the distance.

The sight gave Ding Fan a glimmer of hope. As long as he could enter that town, he would be safe. The town was bustling with people, and blending into the crowd would provide him with protection.

However, the town was still quite far from his current location. To avoid drawing attention, Ding Fan walked at a steady, unhurried pace along the way.

At this moment, a large truck approached from behind.

The truck passed by Ding Fan, but not long after, a sudden explosion erupted nearby.

Ding Fan hadn't expected that the more he tried to avoid attention, the more trouble seemed to find him.

On this deserted road, apart from that truck, there was only him. With the explosion happening now, avoiding attention was no longer possible.

After the explosion, a group of armed men sprang out of the truck.

The men wielded machetes and rifles, blocking the truck. They began pulling the passengers out of the truck one by one.

Ding Fan had no intention of getting involved. After all, he still had that beast Gui Xing on his tail.

He turned to bypass the scene, but just as he was about to slip by, two men wielding machetes moved toward him.

Ding Fan's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

One of the bandits wasted no words and swung a kick at Ding Fan's chest.

While Ding Fan preferred to keep a low profile, that didn't mean he would allow himself to be bullied. Without hesitation, Ding Fan met the attacker with a kick of his own, breaking the man's leg before he could even make contact.

"Ahhh..." The bandit let out a scream of agony as he fell to the ground, rolling in pain.

The second bandit froze in shock, unable to process the brutal speed and ferocity of Ding Fan's counterattack.

"Scram!" Ding Fan barked coldly at the dazed bandit.

Terrified by Ding Fan's killing intent, the bandit wasted no time bolting away.

Meanwhile, the rest of the bandits continued corralling the passengers pulled from the truck. But upon witnessing Ding Fan's ferocity, one muscular bald man, carrying a shotgun, strode toward him.

Ding Fan realized there was no peaceful way out of this situation.

The bald man raised his shotgun, leveling the barrel directly at Ding Fan's head.

Swish… In an instant, Ding Fan flicked an iron nail.

The nail streaked through the air like a flash of light, piercing straight through the bald man's wrist.

The bald man's wrist gave out, and his shotgun dropped to the ground. Ding Fan strode forward without missing a beat.

Though he seemed to be walking, to the others it felt like he was moving impossibly fast.

Reaching the bald man, Ding Fan bent down and picked up the fallen shotgun. He pointed it directly at the bald man's head.

"!@#￥%...&" The bald man, clutching his bleeding wrist, shouted something in his own language, anger burning in his eyes. Ding Fan couldn't understand his words.

But from the bald man's aggressive tone, Ding Fan could guess he was ordering his comrades to attack.

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Without hesitation, Ding Fan aimed the shotgun at the bald man's ear and pulled the trigger, blasting it off.

"Ahhh…" The bald man screamed in anguish, collapsing to the ground clutching the bloody remains of his ear. His defiance evaporated; he writhed in agony, blood streaming through his fingers.

The other bandits, who had moved to surround Ding Fan, froze in place, exchanging uneasy glances.

Clearly, none of them had expected Ding Fan to resort to such ruthless measures.

Ding Fan leveled the shotgun at the bald man's forehead and made a throat-slitting gesture toward the other bandits.

His eyes exuded a chilling intent to kill, and the onlookers could tell he wasn't bluffing. His sheer presence sent shivers down their spines.

Seeing the growing fear in their eyes, Ding Fan kicked the bald man, then gestured for the rest of the bandits to leave.

The bald man, with his hand and ear mangled, no longer had any fight left in him. He turned and fled with his men without a second thought.

Despite their reputation for brutality, the bandits were utterly outmatched by Ding Fan's ruthlessness.

As the bandits vanished, Ding Fan turned his attention to a small group of people huddled nearby.

These people were the passengers forcibly dragged off the truck, and among them, one man seemed to be a Huaxia national.

"Are you from Huaxia?" Ding Fan asked the man.

"Y-yes, I am." The man's face lit up slightly upon hearing Ding Fan speak in Huaxia's language. "You… you're from Huaxia too?"

Ding Fan nodded. "The bad guys are gone now. You're safe."

"Thank you… Thank you so much! If you hadn't intervened, we'd all have been killed," the man said gratefully.

"I didn't kill them out of kindness. They'd have killed me if I didn't. Saving you was just incidental," Ding Fan replied indifferently.

The man was taken aback by Ding Fan's modesty. Despite his youth, the man could see that Ding Fan carried himself with an extraordinary sense of calm and composure.

"Where is this place?" Ding Fan asked the man.

The man hesitated for a moment before responding. "This is Turkhan Country, near the edge of the desert."

Ding Fan nodded. This seemed to be one of the small Middle Eastern nations.

"Alright, thanks." With that, Ding Fan prepared to continue on his way.

But before he could get far, the man called out to him again.

Ding Fan turned back with a puzzled look. "What is it now?"

"Benefactor, if I'm not mistaken, you don't have a residence permit for Turkhan Country, do you?" the man asked.

Residence permit? Ding Fan had never even heard of such a thing, let alone possessed one. He shook his head. "No, I don't."

The man hesitated before explaining. "Benefactor, without a residence permit, if the military or police here find you, they'll shoot you on sight."

Ding Fan hadn't realized a residence permit was so crucial.

"Right now, Turkhan Country is at war with a neighboring country. Anyone without a residence permit is presumed to be a spy…"

Ding Fan nodded in understanding.

"Benefactor, if you have nowhere else to go, you can come to my place. It's not much, but it's better than being out in the open," the man offered.

Seeing the bloodstains on Ding Fan's clothes, the man genuinely worried for his safety. He didn't want his benefactor to be mistaken for a spy and killed.

Ding Fan thought for a moment.

"You can ride in my truck," the man added. "My home is in the next town, and you can rest there."

After a brief pause, Ding Fan nodded.

He didn't know if Gui Xing was still pursuing him, and his injuries were severe. He needed a place to recover.

"Sorry to trouble you," Ding Fan said to the man.

"You're too polite, benefactor! If not for you, I'd already be dead. Besides, we're both Huaxia people. Helping each other is only natural," the man replied with a smile.

Under the man's guidance, Ding Fan climbed into the truck.

The man, who was the driver, took the wheel while Ding Fan sat in the passenger seat. The other passengers, who were mostly locals, climbed into the back of the truck's cargo bed.

During the ride, Ding Fan learned that the man's name was Du Jun, a native of Lu City in Huaxia. Du Jun had come to Turkhan Country to lease a farm and make a living.

Du Jun explained that making money back in Huaxia had become increasingly difficult, but here it was much easier. By hiring a few local workers for cheap labor—costing as little as 500 RMB for the entire growing season—he could profit considerably.

These local workers were incredibly hardworking as well.

The grains grown on his farm were then sold to Huaxia buyers, enabling Du Jun to earn a tidy sum.