Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 393: Beg Me, and I’ll Kill You

Chapter 393: Chapter 393: Beg Me, and I’ll Kill You

"Ah..."

"Kill me... just kill me..."

"Let me die... I’m begging you..."

"I’ve said everything... I really don’t know anything else... Let me die... please!"

"I’ve really told you everything... I’m begging you, let me die!"

In an abandoned warehouse.

Screams of utter agony echoed continuously.

It was as if the wailing came from the depths of the soul.

It sent chills down the spine of the ones outside.

Yet these so-called tough guys had been in there for less than five minutes.

On the way here, they had been utterly resolved to die.

But now, they sounded like little girls frightened out of their wits.

The non-stop wailing was so painful to hear.

"Squeak!"

Soon, Lin Fan walked out.

In the wheelchair he pushed, Sun Erhu’s face was pale as paper.

His shaking body and vacant eyes showed he was severely mentally traumatized.

Such a state could only have been caused by great stress.

"Master, should we dispose of the bodies?"

Lu Feifei stepped forward quickly.

She instinctively tried to peek through the crack in the door.

After all, whatever had broken those tough men down so quickly was a mystery to her.

She was curious about what methods Lin Fan had used.

But Lin Fan grabbed her chin firmly.

"There are some things you’re better off not seeing, or you might have nightmares. Bring two cans of oil, and I’ll burn them, that will do."

"Yes!"

Lu Feifei dared not delay responding to Lin Fan’s order.

She hurriedly brought two cans of gas to Lin Fan herself.

Before long, the smell of roasting meat wafted through the air.

Lin Fan returned.

Wearing a smile, he stood in front of Sun Erhu.

"How stimulating was that scene just now?"

This question made Sun Erhu stagger.

He almost fell out of the wheelchair.

"Lord... Ancestor... please, I beg you... don’t do that to me... I promise to cooperate with you to catch the other four... please, don’t torture me!"

He didn’t care about the wounds tearing from his struggles.

Sun Erhu slid out of the wheelchair, knelt on the ground, and knocked his head desperately.

Now he finally understood what it meant to beg for death but not receive it.

The five minutes endured by those four had been etched into his bones forever.

"Don’t worry, I promised to spare your life if you helped me catch those four. I keep my word, but if you fail, don’t blame me for inviting you to ’play’ for an hour," Lin Fan said with a smile.

To Sun Erhu, that smile was far more terrifying than the devil himself.

"I will definitely do it... I absolutely will..." Sun Erhu swore desperately.

He would rather be killed than endure such torture again.

After all, it was far worse than the punishments of the eighteen levels of hell.

Ignoring Sun Erhu,

Lin Fan then turned to Lu Feifei, "They just confessed that a total of eight visitors arrived in Jiangning, with four of them targeting Ning Mengyao. I’ve had her moved to the Trade Center already. I’m sure the enemy won’t miss such a great opportunity to strike. Immediately notify the Twelve Hairpins to head to the Trade Center. Use your cell phones to record the faces of everyone there, then have him locate the remaining visitors."

"Yes, I’ll take care of it right away!"

Lu Feifei knew the seriousness of the situation.

She immediately made calls to gather all the Twelve Hairpins.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan gripped the steering wheel.

Driving the car, he headed straight for the Trade Center.

But at this moment, his brow was furrowed.

Too many questions plagued his mind.

From the earlier interrogation, he found out that Wang Hu was one of the Seven Killings Hall’s seven devils.

His codename was Tiger Devil.

But as to who issued the assassination order on Ning Mengyao, the Sijia guest had no idea.

All he knew was that Wang Hu cared a great deal about this matter.

This time, not only did he want to take complete control of the entire Jiangning.

He also intended to utterly erase Ning Mengyao from existence.

Yet, the unworldly her, why would she provoke the Seven Killings Hall?

This question could only be answered by communicating with her directly.

Soon, the car reached the business center.

Following the arrangement made over the phone, he found Ning Mengyao, who had been brought over by Zhao Jiaqi.

"I’ve completed my task, remember the reward you promised me,"

Zhao Jiaqi said with a grin, pulling a funny face.

He had deployed Dragon Teeth to ensure Ning Mengyao’s safety.

This was a private matter.

Asking for some reward was only proper.

"Alright, I got it, you can go now,"

Lin Fan gave her an eye roll.

At the same time, he reached out and took Ning Mengyao’s small hand in his.

His vigilant eyes swiftly scanned the area for any suspicious individuals nearby.

"What exactly happened? Why do you seem so tense?"

Ning Mengyao, completely in the dark, looked at Lin Fan with confusion.

Even during their time on Evil Island, she had never seen him this serious.

"Someone wants to kill you,"

Lin Fan protected Ning Mengyao as they wandered through the bustling commercial street.

This kind of place was perfect for an assassination.

But at the same time, it was also ideal for a counter-attack.

"Kill me? Who would that be?"

Ning Mengyao turned her puzzled gaze towards Lin Fan.

His seriousness, however, only made her heart sweeten.

After all, judging by his expression,

he seemed to care a lot about her.

"I don’t know either, which is why I wanted to ask you, have you offended anyone to the extent that they would spend a fortune to hire a high-level assassin team to target you?"

Although those people were just a bunch of third-rate assassins,

Lin Fan still had to take it seriously.

Because no one knew where they might strike from.

"That’s impossible, could they have made a mistake? I might have offended people, but not to the extent of hiring assassins to kill me, so vengefully. If it’s someone who hates me the most, it’s probably only that good-for-nothing uncle of mine,"

Ning Mengyao said with a grimace.

This seemed like an undeserved disaster.

"I had doubts about them too, but the timeline doesn’t match up. Before the Seven Killings Hall took action, your clueless uncle hadn’t yet fallen out with you. As for a person like Ning Changfeng, it’s unlikely he’d have contact with circles like the Seven Killings Hall, and if he had the money to hire them, he wouldn’t be in such dire straits."

Lin Fan shook his head, he had also suspected as much before.

But the strength and frequency with which the Seven Killings Hall was striking were well beyond the scope of a normal mission.

As the Sijia guests had said, they too found the repeated failures of this task odd.

But with Wang Hu insisting repeatedly, as his adoptive son and godchild, they dared not ask further.

"Someone’s tried to assassinate me before? Why didn’t you tell me?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Mengyao was initially startled.

But she quickly realized.

Lin Fan had been taking care of it behind her back all along.

With this realization, her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

She had been considering leaving him before.

That was truly abominable behavior.

"It wasn’t a big deal, so I didn’t mention it!"

Lin Fan didn’t care for seeking credit for such matters.

What really mattered was solving the issue and protecting Ning Mengyao.

But the next moment, Ning Mengyao grabbed him.

Before he could understand, she stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.

"Husband... I love you!"