Ning Fan and the police officers got into the car, and without any delay, they quickly left the villa, not heading for the police station.
Three men in the police car looked at Ning Fan with ill-intent, exchanging cold laughs among themselves.
Ning Fan shook his head without saying anything after seeing the reaction of these people, simply looking at the three indifferently.
Breaking into a sly chuckle, one of them pulled out a black cloth bag, attempting to cover Ning Fan's head with it.
Ning Fan was amused, "Going to the police station and still wearing a hood? This is a first for me," he said with a smile, "Police arrests don't have this procedure, right?"
The three of them burst out laughing. The one holding the cloth bag kicked Ning Fan and cursed, "Keep yapping, see if I don't waste you right now!"
Ning Fan feigned a look of surprise, then stared at the three men dumbfounded, his eyes filled with incomprehension.
He then smiled pointedly, "You are not police."
The three men instantly stiffened, their expressions freezing as if a secret had been uncovered, panicked.
But soon after, the three of them laughed uproariously. One of them slipped the hood over Ning Fan's head, laughing, "Police? What a joke. Do we look like police officers to you?"
Ning Fan did not resist, and followed up with a slight smile, "Your acting is not bad at all, I almost believed you."
"Brother, don't blame us. Someone paid us to deal with you, so you just have to accept your fate," one of them said.
Another person patted Ning Fan on the shoulder as if they could already feel the crisp bills in their hands.
The men shed their disguises, revealing a vicious demeanor. Two remained by Ning Fan's side while one drove the car swiftly.
They occasionally cracked dirty jokes and burst into laughter, seemingly very satisfied with the deal.
Ning Fan smiled, not at all surprised. He had already determined that these three weren't real police officers. A few fake cops were no big deal for him, easy to handle.
Since the other party wanted to play this act, he didn't mind playing along, curious to see who was behind this.
Before, Li Ziwen had caused trouble for him during Huo Qiuran's event, but there were too many people there, not enough room to maneuver, making it hard to teach him a lesson properly.
Now it was different. He wanted to see who the mastermind behind this play was.
Ning Fan remarked to himself with a smile, "But my performance fee is quite high, can you afford it?"
The car grew more bumpy and seemed to head into an ever more remote area. Ning Fan heard the deceleration and knew they were approaching the destination.
Not far from that police car, there was a secluded, abandoned factory with open ground beneath where four or five luxury cars were parked.
On the hood of the most luxurious car, a Bugatti Veyron, sat a person, swinging his legs.
This person was Li Ziwen, the very Li Ziwen that Ning Fan had kicked flying. He sat there gloating, watching the outside of the factory.
Behind him stood several solemn black-suited bodyguards in neat ranks, indicating all were well-trained, strong, and efficient.
Especially the lead bodyguard, whose slight mustache and Tang Blade on his back were particularly intimidating.
Li Ziwen sat on the hood, anxiously awaiting.
What he was waiting for was none other than Ning Fan — Ning Fan, the little security guard who had dared to kick him in public. That grudge simply could not be tolerated.
He had come here with one purpose, bearing his pain: to take Ning Fan's life!
Other than his old man, no one who had kicked him was still alive.
It wasn't long before a police car slowly drove in, coming to a stop in front of him, from which a few people got out.
The three policemen excitedly escorted Ning Fan toward Li Ziwen.
With an arrogant look, Li Ziwen sneered after confirming that the man before him was Ning Fan, "Little security guard, you've got some nerve."
As he spoke, someone pulled off Ning Fan's hood.
Li Ziwen wanted this little security guard to get a good look and remember exactly who he had offended, to scare him half to death first!
After hearing his voice and seeing Li Ziwen, Ning Fan chuckled to himself, realizing it was this guy. It was fortunate that he had been restrained at the banquet, but now he could teach him a proper lesson here.
Li Ziwen continued to speak arrogantly:
"You made me look like a fool today, and now I'm very upset. I need to vent on someone. How about you? How should I teach you a lesson? Should I just cripple your legs first, or would it be more satisfying to kill you on the spot?"
Li Ziwen thought Ning Fan was scared into silence, not daring to say a word.
Thinking this, Li Ziwen laughed wildly, "Ha, you've got nerve, hitting me in front of so many people. Now why don't you say anything, huh? Where's your courage? Did someone eat it? Forget it, you're not walking out of here alive today!"
After listening to Li Ziwen's rant, Ning Fan finally looked at him with a smile and asked, "Are you done?"
Li Ziwen was completely taken aback; this little security guard wasn't scared to death, but rather smiling?
Ning Fan shook his head and continued with a smile, "Since you're done, please send me home."
Li Ziwen, seething with rage, retorted, "Scram, you fool. You think I brought you here just to listen to me talk? You still want to go home? Your home is in paradise, and I'll be sending you there soon!"
A cold glint flashed in Ning Fan's eyes as he looked at Li Ziwen and sneered, "That kick was too light!"
Instantly, Li Ziwen was furious.
He hated being humiliated in public the most, and Ning Fan had once again callously exposed this. How could he not be angry?
"You little bastard, you're dead today!"
"Come on! Break his legs for me, then turn him into a cripple. I want to watch as he slowly bleeds to death!"
Li Ziwen turned and looked at the bodyguards, pointing directly at the leading stern-looking bodyguard.
"You'll do, Xiao Jianming. Your blade technique is unmatched. Just chop off this youngster's limbs and let him slowly bleed out. But remember, don't let him die from pain; I want to torment him to death."
As he spoke, Li Ziwen gestured at Ning Fan's body and said, "That's right, Xiao Jianming, remember to collect every single drop of his blood for me. I want to drink it alongside my wine!"
Li Ziwen's face twisted with tyrannical laughter, as if he was still thinking of an even more cruel way to make Ning Fan's death more painful.
Behind Li Ziwen, a stern-looking man slowly stepped forward, his beard and short hair as strong and neat as his black, spirited outfit.
In his left hand was a nameless Tang Blade, its edge sharp and cold as ice, just like the man's expression.
The stern-looking man seemed to embody the utmost masculinity and steadiness, making people involuntarily feel intimidated.
Indeed, his blade technique was exceptional, unmatched in Zhonghai City.
He was Xiao Jianming!
A swordsman from the jianghu!
Not just any swordsman, but a renowned one in the jianghu, whose blade technique was ethereal and miraculous.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a Blade God. This man had a famed reputation in the jianghu, and it was unknown why he ended up as Li Ziwen's bodyguard!
[Brothers and sisters, I'm asking for your votes.]