Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 405: The Assassination of the Scum

Chapter 405: Chapter 405: The Assassination of the Scum

At the Ning Bingcai’s villa, it was a constant revelry day and night.

But the father-son duo returned with faces smeared with dirt and shame, dejected and downcast.

They hung their heads, not speaking to anyone.

Seeing this scene, Yamamoto Ichiro approached.

"What’s the matter? You look like you’ve lost a father after just one outing. Weren’t you very happy when you left?"

"It’s exactly because my old man didn’t kick the bucket."

Ning Bingcai sighed and flopped onto the sofa.

"You’re so down because your old man didn’t die? That really is incomprehensible."

Yamamoto Ichiro rubbed the small mustache under his nose.

He looked at the father and son with confusion.

"It’s because he didn’t die that we can’t get the treasure, and this time, my dad really spouted a lot of nonsense and completely infuriated him. I’m afraid from now on, we won’t even get a hair of it!"

Ning Changfeng grabbed a bottle of beer and began to chug it, feeling helpless.

This time, the father-son pair had truly crossed the line.

He’d given up completely.

"Spare me your words. Do you think soft talk would’ve worked under those circumstances? Blame that damn bastard—it’s his fault. If it weren’t for him, your grandpa should have been dead by now. Now that he’s alive again, once he makes a will, it’ll only be harder to fight it out in court."

Ning Bingcai glowered at Ning Changfeng with a dark expression.

"If he didn’t die, then just make sure he does. Have you forgotten? I am a curse master, and killing people is what I do best!"

Yamamoto Ichiro’s words suddenly revived their spirits.

"But... but that’s my biological father!"

Ning Bingcai’s expression suddenly became despondent.

As a son, hiring someone to kill his father.

He felt just a tiny bit tormented inside.

"You consider him your father, but has he ever treated you as his son? Has he ever cared about me, his grandson?"

Seeing his father’s change in mood, Ning Changfeng furiously slammed down the beer bottle.

Today, he was utterly frustrated.

"Now, all the Ning Family’s wealth is going to be taken by Ning Mengyao. That’s the legacy our ancestors shed blood and sweat for, and now a complete stranger gets it. If you can swallow that, I can’t. I say we go with this plan. If he doesn’t die, everything will truly be snatched away by someone else."

"This... Well... How are we going to kill him then?"

Ning Bingcai grabbed a bottle of foreign liquor and downed half of it.

His eyes turned fierce in an instant.

"I just need his date and time of birth, along with his personal belongings and the place where he lives. By tonight, I can turn him into a corpse!"

Yamamoto Ichiro smiled smugly.

He hadn’t had the chance to show off his skills until now.

This time, he was also ready to establish his authority.

"I have all that. Since you don’t recognize me as your son, I can no longer worry about whether you are my father. Everything I’m doing is to keep the Ning Family’s property from falling into strangers’ hands. I’m doing right by our ancestors!"

Hearing this, hatred rose from Ning Bingcai’s heart, and malice surged from his gut.

Clenching his fist, he glared viciously at Yamamoto Ichiro, "If possible, it’s best to kill Ning Mengyao and her damn husband too!"

"Rest assured, once my shikigami are in action, the entire courtyard will be left without a single survivor. However..."

Yamamoto Ichiro grinned at Ning Bingcai: "If you want my help, there’ll be a price to pay. Consider it my fee for this job!"

"That..."

Ning Bingcai hesitated suddenly.

Although he had never seen the treasure in person,

the room filled with the light of auspiciousness,

it was clear it was no ordinary object.

If he really handed it over, of course he would be reluctant.

"Dad, can you be a little more visionary? If he doesn’t die, we won’t get anything at all. But if he’s gone, the Ning Family’s entire fortune will be ours. Ning Mengyao doesn’t have any heirs, so the shares of Ning Group will also be ours. One treasure compared to a fortune of real gold and silver is nothing."

Ning Changfeng hurriedly worked on persuading his father from the side.

Just the thought of the thriving Ning Group,

left him feeling parched and eager.

After all, he had not yet served as the CEO.

Plus, there were already assets worth several billion.

He wanted to enjoy the feeling of being high above others.

"All right, then!"

In the end, Ning Bingcai still nodded.

After all, if they didn’t do it, they would gain nothing.

"Very good, wait for my good news tonight."

Yamamoto Ichiro left with a smile on his face.

Soon, a woman came to his side.

"Tonight, I plan to release a Shiki. Get the Formation ready."

"But the eldest disciple brother already said that everything must be prepared for the Blood Moon Plan, and recently no Shiki should be used arbitrarily."

The woman looked at Yamamoto Ichiro with confusion.

If a Shiki were damaged, the curse ritualist would suffer backlash.

Therefore, Haoer had instructed that no one was to use them privately.

"What do you understand? This is also preparing for the Blood Moon Plan. Just do as you’re told. Don’t forget, I am your mentor. Don’t just think about the eldest disciple brother all the time, otherwise, you know the consequences."

Yamamoto Ichiro’s face hardened.

His chilling gaze frightened the woman.

"Yes, I’ll prepare at once!"

She hurried out to follow Yamamoto Ichiro’s orders.

There was still some time before nightfall.

The whole ritual was quite complicated.

...

"Master, I have found out about the base that Wang Hu has set up in Jiangning,"

Lu Feifei walked into the bedroom with utmost respect.

She naturally had to complete Lin Fan’s requests as a top priority.

"Good, we can set off now."

Holding Lu Feifei’s waist, Lin Fan’s eyes were filled with a cold light.

The little devils’ plans had already tied up all of Dragon Tooth’s energy.

At such a time, deploying a small team to protect the Ning Family was clearly untimely.

Lin Fan did not wish to use public resources for his private matters.

So the best course of action was to nip everything in the bud.

"Okay, Master."

Lu Feifei leaned contentedly on Lin Fan’s shoulder.

These days, frequent interaction had made her complexion even more radiant.

"Master, what would you like to eat tonight? Should I have someone prepare it early?"

"Tonight probably won’t work, I need to go home and give the tribute after dealing with these matters; you’re not going to be jealous, right?"

Lin Fan joked, pinching Lu Feifei’s chin.

Ning Mengyao had been tired after being up all night.

He had let her sleep in at home and then take care of some business in the office later in the afternoon.

As for the evening, of course, it was time to complete some long-anticipated rituals.

And before leaving, she had sent him off with tender looks.

If it weren’t for the need to take down all of Wang Hu’s influence completely,

He really wanted to pin her down right then and there.

"How could I be? These days, with the Master frequently nurturing this servant’s home, I have already been very satisfied. With the Master so wise and valiant, of course, you should share your love equally—after all, those beauties are probably also longing for their husband’s return."

Lu Feifei’s words suddenly reminded Lin Fan of someone.

Recently, Yang Linglong was close to becoming a resentful wife.

He wondered when he would be able to devour her as well.