Mr. Wu and his gang had been wreaking havoc in and around the town for years, and lately, they'd started targeting the school at Little Orphan Village.
Ning Fan had seen through their "Feast at Hongmen" from the start, but he wasn't afraid because he knew these people were merciless, and the more merciless they were, the more fearful they became!
"What do you want, just, just say it, I, I, I will definitely... get it done!"
Mr. Wu's voice was barely recognizable as human anymore. His face wasn't just burnt; it was as if he had swallowed a mouthful of searing hot pot oil, and his throat had been scorched as well.
Each word he spoke now made his entire body tremble from the pain.
"Good attitude, just give it here," Ning Fan said coldly as he looked at Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu knew Ning Fan was demanding money. He pondered for a moment and, with effort, gestured to a lackey beside him, instructing him to hurry to his company and withdraw all the money.
"All of it?" The lackey looked at Mr. Wu in disbelief and then glanced fearfully at Ning Fan.
Mr. Wu glared at the man. Now, with his face already grotesquely burnt, the flesh squeezed together looked even more terrifying.
The lackey, frightened, did not dare to speak and quickly ran back to the company.
Not long after, the lackey returned, carrying two large bags and also the backpack Ning Fan had given him earlier.
"A total of three million..."
The lackey reported to Ning Fan subconsciously.
Subsequently, the entire restaurant, except for Mr. Wu's sobbing, was suddenly as quiet as the grave, with everyone fearfully staring at Ning Fan, none daring to breathe heavily.
A few seconds later, Ning Fan nodded in satisfaction and motioned to the man with the money, "Come with me."
Ning Fan's car was parked not far away. He ignored Mr. Wu on the ground and everyone else in the restaurant and left the place with style.
"Still, still, still, hurry... take me to the hospital!"
Seeing Ning Fan finally leave, Mr. Wu breathed a sigh of relief and then shouted at the unnerved crowd.
His face was utterly destroyed, but now Mr. Wu could not muster any hatred for Ning Fan, the perpetrator.
The ruthless coldness of Ning Fan only filled Mr. Wu with a chilling fear. With Ning Fan covering it, he wouldn't dare to meddle with Little Orphan Village again.
The man carrying the money nervously followed Ning Fan, looking at Ning Fan's cold silhouette, feeling afraid.
A few minutes later, after carefully placing the money in the car, he ran away as if fleeing.
Ning Fan looked in the direction of the restaurant and snickered. If these people were not fools, they should understand what to do in the future.
This matter had been resolved, and he had incidentally made two million, though Mr. Wu had given three million, as one million was his own.
"Earned two million back and forth, it was indeed worth the journey!" Ning Fan twisted his neck and started his car to return to Little Orphan Village.
He didn't intend to spend this money. The one million he had brought earlier was also meant to be a donation to the school of Little Orphan Village.
The next day, Ning Fan handed the money over to the old principal.
"So much money, we can't take it, take it back, take it back!"
The old principal looked at the three million Ning Fan offered, his eyes wide with astonishment as he'd never seen so much money in his life.
Though he knew Ning Fan meant well, he dared not accept so much money.
"Headmaster, please take it. You can use this money for school renovations or to support the students. This money is compensation from Zhu Ba's backers, not mine!"
The headmaster was still hesitant. If the money was used for school renovations, the students' learning environment would certainly improve, and they could also purchase many new teaching materials.
At that moment, Ning Fan gave Zhang Shiya a look, and she immediately understood; she began to persuade as well.
"Headmaster, Dr. Ning means well. For the future of the children, we should accept it!"
Finally, after being persuaded by both Ning Fan and Zhang Shiya, the headmaster reluctantly accepted the three million yuan donation.
Outside the Xu Corporation, the sky gradually darkened, an elderly stooped man sat on a bench, the gleam in his eyes malicious as he watched the corporation's building.
This elderly man was Situ Yuanhua's henchman, the attacker, who had been scouting the area daily since returning from Su City, thoroughly familiarizing himself with the route Xu Ruolan took to and from work.
Accompanying Situ Yuanhua to Su City had not gone as expected, as they failed to form an alliance with the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School.
In the end, to avenge his son Situ Nan, Situ Yuanhua had no choice but to decide they would take matters into their own hands.
After learning Ning Fan was not in Zhonghai, Situ Yuanhua and the old attacker discussed and prepared to make their move against Xu Ruolan, capturing her first and then setting a deadly trap for Ning Fan. This was their plan.
As the sky turned darker, a cold light flashed in the old attacker's eyes as employees started to exit the Xu Corporation building.
The next moment, the old man disappeared from the bench, his whereabouts unknown.
Meanwhile, Xu Ruolan's car drove out of the underground garage.
Xu Ruolan was unaware she was being targeted by the old attacker, driving as usual, focused on the road ahead.
Ten minutes after nightfall, a dark figure appeared ahead, and instinctively, Xu Ruolan stepped on the brake.
With a screech, the car halted in front of the dark figure.
"Who is it?" Xu Ruolan's elegant face showed confusion, a bad feeling arising within her.
The dark figure slowly approached, its stooped figure and aged face coming into Xu Ruolan's view.
Xu Ruolan's eyes widened as she recognized the man—it was none other than Situ Yuanhua's henchman, the old attacker.
"What do you want?" Xu Ruolan eyed the old attacker warily, subtly stepping on the gas pedal, ready to escape.
"Huh huh huh, Miss Xu is in for a rough night. My master sends his regards!"
The old attacker chuckled coldly and punched through the car window, noticing Xu Ruolan's attempt to press the gas pedal.
Then, before Xu Ruolan could react, he struck her neck with a karate chop, knocking her unconscious.
Just as the old attacker was about to pull Xu Ruolan out of the car, as he reached for the hem of her garment, a chilling breeze hit his neck from behind and a flash of silver gleamed in the darkness.
The old attacker jumped in fright, fortunately withdrawing his hand quickly, or else it would have been severed by that flash of silver!
Because that silver flash was a terrifying Silver Needle, its tip embedded firmly in front of the car hood, its tail still vibrating…