The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 258: No Need to Tell Me Whose Son You Are_1

Chapter 258: Chapter 258: No Need to Tell Me Whose Son You Are_1

In the grand hall on the first floor, among the hundred who passed the first test, Yuan Yonglin was among them. When she saw that Ning Fan had also smoothly passed, she was slightly surprised.

But upon second thought, since Ning Fan was able to easily purchase that villa worth over a hundred million yesterday, his assets must be considerable. No wonder he refused her and her grandfather’s gratitude.

Meanwhile, in the crowd, Fei Liang was also looking at Ning Fan with cold eyes.

Zhao Xingyan had shown him a photo of Ning Fan before, so he recognized him immediately.

With an imperceptible motion, Fei Liang approached Ning Fan and said with an unfriendly tone, "Kid, you must be Ning Fan, right? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fei Liang, the son of the Jiang Province Martial Alliance Leader."

"You want something from me? You don’t need to tell me whose son you are; I’m not interested in that," Ning Fan said indifferently.

"Heh, then let me tell you this—I’m Zhao Xingyan’s man. You should care about that status, shouldn’t you?" Fei Liang sneered.

"Zhao Xingyan?" Ning Fan’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"What? You killed my woman’s father and brother, and you can’t even remember my woman’s name?" Fei Liang scoffed.

Ning Fan suddenly realized and spoke calmly, "Oh, the daughter of Zhao Rongfu? A member of the Zhao Family? I’ve said before, as long as the Zhao family stops provoking me, I won’t seek trouble with them. But if they insist on recklessly seeking revenge, then I don’t mind cutting the weeds and digging up the roots. Since you’re Zhao Xingyan’s man, I’d like you to relay a message to her––if she wants revenge, fine, but she better be prepared to meet her father, Zhao Rongfu, and her brother, Zhao Xinghui, in the afterlife!"

Fei Liang sneered, "The one who will be meeting Zhao Rongfu and Zhao Xinghui, those dead spirits, will be you, kid surnamed Ning! For my woman, I’ll beat you to death in tomorrow’s martial rating. I advise you, if you want to live a few more days, withdraw from the Qingyun Ranking competition right now and run, the farther the better! Never come back to Jiang Province again, or you’ll die a gruesome death!"

"There were not a few who wanted me dead in the past, but now they are all dead. If you’re willing to join their ranks, I have no objections—I can send you to your death," Ning Fan maintained his placid expression.

Fei Liang was about to continue speaking when Yuan Yonglin, frowning, approached from not far away.

"Fei Liang, you’re targeting my friend?" Yuan Yonglin said unapologetically.

"Miss Yuan? Your friend? This man named Ning? Is he even worthy?" Fei Liang said in surprise.

"Fei Liang, I’d ask you to show some respect to my friend! He’s my grandfather’s life-saving benefactor! If you target him, that means you’re opposing me! Opposing my grandfather!" Yuan Yonglin said coldly.

"Heh, oppose Elder Yuan? I wouldn’t dare... But it should be no problem to beat him to death within the rules of the Qingyun Ranking, right?" Fei Liang said with a feigned smile.

Although he said he wouldn’t dare, his expression showed little fear or apprehension.

Elder Yuan Huaiyi may have once held a high position, but after all, he’s retired now.

And Fei Liang’s father, Fei Zhongzhi, is indeed the Martial Alliance Leader of Jiang Province. The Martial Alliance, managing strong martial artists, has always looked down upon ordinary officials.

"Fei Liang, you!" Yuan Yonglin was so angry that she almost lost her composure.

"Miss Yuan, thank you for your kindness, but Fei Liang is here for me, and it’s also a grudge from my past. It doesn’t concern you, let me handle this. He wants to beat me to death, but from my perspective, isn’t it he who is coming to deliver his own death?" Ning Fan said, trying to persuade her.

On the third-floor viewing platform, Xu Yourong and Su Qingcheng were observing the scene below.

"Fei Liang? He’s a dangerous person. What is he saying to Ning Fan?" Xu Yourong knitted her brows.

"That woman, she seems to be from the household of a top official of the provincial city, right? Yourong, look, Ning Fan has only been in the province city for two days, and he’s already involved with a provincial city official’s daughter?" Su Qingcheng chuckled coldly.

...

Soon, the host spoke again.

"Congratulations to everyone for passing the first challenge of today’s literary rating, the wealth test."

"The next challenge is for everyone to showcase their own talents."

"No one will be eliminated in the second challenge, but each person’s performance will be scored by the judges and included in the final assessment."

After the host finished, the hundred remaining participants began to demonstrate their skills in front of the seven judges one at a time.

Some presented various professional certificates, some eloquently showcased their business acumen, and others listed their various ’heroic acts.’

Indeed, they were all talents from Jiang Province, including business geniuses, multinational corporate executives, technology gurus, legal experts...

Finally, it was Ning Fan’s turn.

"I practice medicine," Ning Fan said plainly.

"You practice medicine? Is that all?"

The seven judges looked at each other.

Each of them was a person of high moral standing and esteem, previously big shots who called the shots in Jiang Province; they wouldn’t look down on anyone for superficial reasons.

But the talent Ning Fan demonstrated was just too ordinary.

The previous people had shown remarkable achievements in international financial wars, pioneering breakthroughs in technical fields, and major cases that changed the legal environment of an entire country...

Yet when it came to Ning Fan, his talent was reduced to those three words—"practices medicine"?