The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 195: Roll or Die_1

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Roll or Die_1

Tianling Company, Lin Xiaoling’s office.

At the door, a dozen or so people lay haphazardly, all of them Tianling Company security guards who had rushed over at the news. However, Zhao Xinghui’s men were armed, and these security guards were no match; they had all been shot and fell into pools of blood.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhao Xinghui’s subordinates held fire axes, relentlessly smashing at the bulletproof glass door.

The bulletproof glass door was custom-made, consisting of three layers of bulletproof glass stacked together. After being smashed for quite some time, the outer two layers had already been shattered.

Lin Xiaoling was hiding inside, crouched in the corner, her expression one of extreme terror.

With every strike of the fire axe against the bulletproof glass door, her body uncontrollably shuddered.

"Young Master Zhao, let me do it. With this type of glass, all it takes is one palm strike from me, and with a release of my Inner Strength, I can shatter it," said a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit, arrogantly addressing Zhao Xinghui.

This man, named Zhu Zhensheng, was the vice head of Yaowei Martial Arts Hall of the provincial city.

Zhao Xinghui had waited so many days before making his move partially for the people from Heisha, but mainly for Zhu Zhensheng.

"Hehe, Master Zhu, there’s no need for you to trouble yourself. I just enjoy watching prey quiver as death approaches," Zhao Xinghui said with a chuckle.

"Actually, I don’t care at all whether this woman lives or dies. She’s merely bait to attract the fish, and now that the fish has taken the bait, I don’t mind playing with it a bit," Zhao Xinghui said with a smile.

Meanwhile, he took interest in recording a video on his phone, aiming at Lin Xiaoling inside the glass door.

The "fish" he referred to was, of course, Ning Fan.

Using Lin Xiaoling to lure Ning Fan over, and then having the people from Heisha ambush him on the road - that was Zhao Xinghui’s plan.

"Judging by the time, it should be about now, right? Why hasn’t Heisha taken Ning Fan’s head yet?" Zhao Xinghui glanced at the time and muttered to himself.

At that moment, his phone rang.

Zhao Xinghui looked at it and a slight smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he answered the call, "Tom, how did it go? Has Heisha completed the task? Have you killed Ning Fan?"

"Mr. Zhao, I regret to inform you that the four assassins Heisha sent are all dead, and the mission has failed. We will immediately withdraw. As compensation, you may request a refund, and Heisha will continue the task of eliminating Ning Fan," a deep voice came through the phone.

"What? You couldn’t kill Ning Fan? And four of your men are dead? Damn it! Isn’t Heisha full of professional killers? Weren’t they bragging about being the best? They’re just a bunch of fucking garbage..." Zhao Xinghui’s face changed as he roared in anger.

"Mr. Zhao, please maintain respect towards Heisha. Also, Ning Fan should be appearing before you shortly, I suggest you withdraw immediately," the voice on the other end of the line said before hanging up.

"Respect your mother! Withdraw your mother!" Zhao Xinghui yelled in vented fury at the disconnected phone.

He then strode to the bulletproof glass door, snatched a fire axe from one of his men with a chop, and raised it high above his head, before violently chopping down at the glass door.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the last layer of bulletproof glass, which had been hit hundreds of times, finally shattered with a loud burst.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Behind the glass door, Lin Xiaoling screamed in horror.

"You bitch! Your dead brother was so tough, huh? Survived Heisha’s killers? And he’s about to appear before me? Then I’ll start by chopping off your limbs! Let him come and see!" Zhao Xinghui sneered as he raised the fire axe high again, ready to chop down on Lin Xiaoling.

"Brother!!!"

Lin Xiaoling instinctively closed her eyes and screamed in despair.

The next second.

Bang!

A dark shadow suddenly descended from the sky by the office window, breaking through the glass and rushing in.

It was Ning Fan, who had jumped down from the rooftop!

Swish!

Ning Fan, still in mid-air, flicked his wrist.

A palm-sized shard of glass became a flying dagger, instantly hitting Zhao Xinghui’s hand.

"Ah!"

Zhao Xinghui let out a scream of pain, blood pouring from his hand as he involuntarily released his grip, causing the fire axe that had been above his head to fall, nearly chopping his own head.

Whoosh!

Ning Fan landed on his feet and immediately became a blur of motion, rushing into the small room to protect Lin Xiaoling in the corner. "Ling’er, brother is here, it’s okay, don’t be afraid."

Lin Xiaoling then opened her eyes, as if in a dream, "Brother? Is it really you? Did you really come? Waaah—Brother, they killed Xu Yan, sob sob, they also killed so many people..."

Lin Xiaoling broke into loud sobs.

"Ling’er, brother will avenge Xu Yan and the others,"

Ning Fan stood up slowly, his gaze sweeping over the motionless body of Xu Yan, and then he looked toward Zhao Xinghui with a gaze that saw him as a dead man.

Zhao Xinghui, one hand pierced through by the glass and sweating profusely from pain, pointed at Ning Fan with his other intact hand and ordered Zhu Zhensheng, "Master Zhu, cripple him for me! Break his limbs! I want to kill him with my own hands!"

Zhu Zhensheng nodded his head and took a step forward, standing before Ning Fan, and proudly said, "Young man, let me give you some advice. Break your own limbs now and kneel to beg Young Master Zhao for mercy, and perhaps today you’ll be able to leave here alive."

Ning Fan replied coldly, "Is that so? I’ll give you a choice too: leave, or die."