The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 202 Ning Fan, I believe in the swift retribution of kindness and enmity_1

Chapter 202: Chapter 202 Ning Fan, I believe in the swift retribution of kindness and enmity_1

"Negotiation? What do you want to negotiate with me?" Ning Fan said.

Zhao Rongfu adjusted his expression and said solemnly, "Ning Fan, you acknowledge that I underestimated you before, which led to my mistaken decision, but I can now correct this mistake. Ning Fan, in my capacity as the Zhao Family Head, I formally invite you to join the Zhao family and become the Zhao family’s Chief Patron. What do you say?"

Zhao Rongfu could call for more martial artists or more bodyguards and gunmen, but since even a grandmaster like Qi Lao was no match for Ning Fan, calling more people wouldn’t make much sense anymore.

He decided to handle Ning Fan his own way.

After all, in this world, the people on top have never been those who were solely good at fighting or killing, but those who use their brains, know when to be patient, can weigh pros and cons, and can exploit others!

You can’t beat me, yet you want to make me your subordinate?" Ning Fan looked at Zhao Rongfu with an expression like he was looking at an idiot.

Zhao Rongfu shook his head and said, "How can a Chief Patron be considered a subordinate? In a sense, our relationship would be equal; you only need to ensure the safety of the Zhao family members. In return, the Zhao Family will provide you with unimaginable amounts of money, status, power, beautiful women, treasure, and everything else you desire."

"Sorry, but I’m not interested in your offer. Plus, you seem to have forgotten that my purpose for coming here today was to kill Zhao Xinghui and to put an end to the troubles your Zhao family brought upon me! And now you want me to protect the Zhao family instead? Are you sure your brain isn’t waterlogged?"

Ning Fan said with a trace of mockery.

"In high society, nothing is beyond negotiation. As long as the stake is high enough, there are no eternal friends, nor eternal enemies. Tell me, what will it take for you to spare my son? What will it take for you to become the Chief Patron of the Zhao family? Name your price!"

Zhao Rongfu, confident of his success, relaxed and sat down on the sofa, his tone thick with self-assurance.

The Zhao family had had feuds with many people, but later on, Zhao Rongfu had bought those people off with various benefits and methods, turning them into the Zhao family’s dogs.

Facing Zhao Rongfu’s inexplicable confidence, Ning Fan grew impatient.

"You seem to be missing one thing, and that is, I am not one of your high society people. I, Ning Fan, believe in repaying kindness and revenge swiftly!"

"Your youngest son, Zhao Xingrui, was involved in the plot against my girlfriend, so I killed him! Your eldest son, Zhao Xinghui, sent people to attack me and nearly murdered my sister, so, I must also kill him!"

"Since you cannot bring any more formidable people, then I won’t waste words with you."

Having finished speaking, Ning Fan took two steps to stand before Zhao Xinghui and coldly said, "Zhao Xinghui, take your own life and you may keep an intact corpse."

"Take your own life, my ass!"

Zhao Xinghui’s face twisted fiercely, he cursed, then turned to run.

With a shift of Ning Fan’s feet, a splinter of wood from the floor suddenly turned into a flying needle and streaked like lightning into Zhao Xinghui’s leg.

"Ah!"

Zhao Xinghui let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground.

Ning Fan slowly approached, stepped on his head, and applied slight pressure, sinking it into the floor.

Crack, crack, crack...

Zhao Xinghui’s skull deformed and emitted a series of quiet cracks, the intense pain caused him to thrash about like a fish on a cutting board.

"No! Please don’t! Don’t kill me! Dad, save me! Dad, save me quickly!" Zhao Xinghui shrieked desperately.

Seeing Zhao Xinghui’s head already deformed, Zhao Rongfu could no longer maintain his composure. He shot up from the sofa, pointed at Ning Fan and yelled furiously:

"Ning Fan! Stop right there!"

"I’m telling you, if you let Xing Hui go, we can write off our past grudges, and I’ll even give you ten billion as compensation! But if you do kill my son, I, Zhao Rongfu, will definitely mobilize all the Zhao family’s power to kill you!"

"You might not realize how powerful the Zhao family is. If we so wish, we can spend tens of billions to hire hundreds of assassins from the underworld, to put you to death around the clock!"

"Your strength is certainly strong, not even a grandmaster can match you, but you can’t always stay awake, can you? You have to eat and drink, don’t you? You can’t always remain 100% vigilant, can you?"

"Knives, guns, bullets, bombs, poisoning, car accidents... I can even blow up the building where you sleep if I have to!"

"Besides, even if you’re not afraid of any of these, even if you are an invincible Superman, surely your family isn’t Superman? Not to mention your friends, your girlfriend Xu Yourong? Don’t blame me for not warning you, she’s a tender, delicate woman!"

Zhao Rongfu continued to yell, his voice filled with cruel threats.

Ning Fan, with one foot on Zhao Xinghui’s head, coldly turned to look at Zhao Rongfu and softly said, "You’re right, these things do scare me."

Zhao Rongfu thought Ning Fan was frightened and relaxed, his expression softening as he said, "You don’t need to be afraid, as long as you let my son go, we can talk about everything..."

"Yes, Ning Fan, don’t kill me. Whatever you want, we can talk. My father can negotiate with you about anything..." Zhao Xinghui quickly added.

"But precisely because I am scared, I followed Zhao Xinghui here to your Zhao family’s place!"

Ning Fan coldly cut off their words and continued, "I am afraid, so I must settle this matter once and for all!"

"Zhao Xinghui, you are destined to die!"

Having said that, Ning Fan’s spiritual power burst forth as he stomped down.

Boom!

Zhao Xinghui’s head exploded like an overripe watermelon.