The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 174: Shen Bingying’s Request_1

Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Shen Bingying’s Request_1

"I indeed found the Blood Lingzhi, but why should I share half with you?" Ning Fan shook his head indifferently and tucked the Blood Lingzhi into his pocket.

"I can pay for it. Name your price. Ten million? Twenty million? We can negotiate higher." Shen Bingying said.

Before Ning Fan could speak, Xu Yourong, who was beside him, couldn’t hold back her scorn, "Miss, the Blood Lingzhi is something my boyfriend found at the risk of his life. Do you really think you can buy it off with just a light ten or twenty million? Are you dreaming?"

"For you people from Jiang Province, ten or twenty million should be considered a lot, right? If you think it’s too little, then name your price!" Shen Bingying frowned.

She came from Shen City, the young miss of the Shen Family, the most elite family in Shen City.

And Shen City is one of the most economically developed areas in Xia Country, far outstripping the less developed Jiang Province.

Therefore, she naturally harbored some disdain for Ning Fan and Xu Yourong.

"Me name a price? How about one hundred billion then, right here, right now, in cash. Can you afford it?" Xu Yourong said unapologetically.

She wasn’t actually naming a price; it was just a way to taunt Shen Bingying.

After all, even the richest person in Xia Country probably couldn’t come up with one hundred billion in cash immediately, right?

"How dare you! Do you realize who you are trying to embarrass? Do you know who our miss is?"

A bodyguard beside Shen Bingying suddenly yelled angrily.

"We were the first ones to arrive at this Underground Palace. Everything here, including that Blood Lingzhi, already belongs to our miss. Now that she is willing to pay money to buy half of it from you, she is already being polite. If you don’t know what’s good for you, then we won’t be either!"

Another bodyguard said more aggressively.

Seeing the two bodyguards so ferocious, Ning Fan’s face darkened.

"I’ll say it again, the Blood Lingzhi is ownerless; I found it first, so it’s mine. If you want to buy it, then take out one hundred billion in cash right now and put it here, or else step aside."

"Also, please speak to my girlfriend with respect. Otherwise, to use your words, don’t blame me for being rude."

Having said that, Ning Fan was ready to leave, pulling Xu Yourong with him.

"Don’t think about leaving!"

To their surprise, the two bodyguards exchanged a glance and simultaneously drew their guns, aiming at Ning Fan.

"We know you practice Fengshui Techniques and dealt with those ominous things earlier, but you surely aren’t immune to bullets too, are you?"

"Our miss sincerely wants to purchase this Blood Lingzhi. You should have a proper talk with her."

The moment the two bodyguards drew their guns, Ning Fan had already pulled Xu Yourong behind him.

"You two put down your guns! This gentleman saved my life before; you must not be rude to him!"

Shen Bingying quickly yelled out.

"But miss, the old master won’t last much longer. What will happen if you can’t bring back the Blood Lingzhi this time..."

"Miss, don’t think too much right now. Let’s get the Blood Lingzhi first..."

The two bodyguards were unwilling to lower their guns, and while they were speaking, Ning Fan had already stepped forward, stretched out both hands, and covered the muzzles of the two guns, shouting lowly, "This is the second time you’ve pointed a gun at me. Do you really think this thing can do anything to me?"

Having said that, Ning Fan grabbed the barrels of the two guns with both hands and squeezed forcefully, instantly crushing them into scraps of metal.

"What?" The two bodyguards were instantly stunned.

Ning Fan swung both hands again, and slapped outward.

Bang! Bang!

With two muffled thuds, the two bodyguards didn’t even have time to react before they were sent flying by Ning Fan’s blows, like two sacks thrown more than ten meters away, hitting the wall of the Underground Palace and then heavily falling to the ground, spitting blood and with who knows how many broken bones.

"You, you..."

"Miss... Be careful of him..."

The two bodyguards couldn’t get up from the ground and spoke in pain and fear.

Shen Bingying too was pale with fright at this sudden turn of events.

Like the two bodyguards, she thought Ning Fan was just a powerful Feng Shui Master who used Fengshui Techniques to deal with those ominous things.

But who would have thought Ning Fan was so formidable in dealing with people too!

So strong that he could crush guns into scrap metal! With two slaps, he could fling people ten meters away!

"Mr. Ning, you... you’ve misunderstood... I... I didn’t mean that..." Shen Bingying stammered.

"Then what did you mean? You can’t lowball me for my Blood Lingzhi and you want to rob it instead? Do I look like I’m made of clay to you?"

Ning Fan spoke coldly and lightly stamped his foot.

Boom!

The hard granite ground beneath his foot immediately bore a deep imprint.

The whole Underground Palace shook violently, as if suddenly hit by an earthquake, with dust and pebbles falling from the ceiling.

"Ah Ah Ah!!" Shen Bingying screamed in terror.

Xu Yourong and Ge Tiangang beside her couldn’t help but shudder.

"Not that, I... I... I really need this Blood Lingzhi, please..."

Shen Bingying could barely stand and then with a crying tone, she pleaded pitifully, "Mr. Ning, my grandfather will be one hundred years old next month, but his body is already worn out, the doctors say he won’t last three days... he’s about to die, he won’t make it to his hundredth birthday... I heard that Blood Lingzhi can prolong life... so I brought people here to search for it..."

"Mr. Ning, I was wrong before, knowing you saved my life, yet I still intended to snatch the Blood Lingzhi from you, but I really just wanted to fulfill my filial duty..."

"Mr. Ning, I just want to use this Blood Lingzhi to extend my grandfather’s life for one month, to let him reach the age of one hundred..."

As she spoke, Shen Bingying grabbed Ning Fan’s arm with both hands, her eyes red with begging, "Mr. Ning, please, would you sell this Blood Lingzhi to me? You can name any price! Just think of it as doing a good deed, alright?"

After Shen Bingying spoke, she waited expectantly for Ning Fan’s response.

Ning Fan was silent for a moment and then shook his head, saying indifferently,

"No."