Applause filled the room, and while the Eagle was provoked to anger, Ning Fan, who appeared utterly calm, was clapping repeatedly at this moment.
"Ning, at this time you still dare to feign mystery, utterly oblivious to danger!"
Fan Zhongliang had not expected Ning Fan to dare show his face at this time and couldn't help but roar.
Zi Hongyu did not speak but unconsciously swallowed.
"Boss..." The Eagle called out, Ning Fan waved his hand, signaling him to stand obediently to the side.
With a smile on his face, Ning Fan's gaze swept over Zi Hongyu before settling on Fan Zhongliang, "What a touching play of self-harm, it's truly moving, only it's a pity you picked the wrong person to use it on."
Ning Fan sighed, Fan Zhongliang's act of ruthlessly killing his wife was indeed interesting, not even blinking an eye as he slit his new wife's throat—impressively ruthless.
Fan Zhongliang watched Ning Fan's composed demeanor and felt a sense of unease rising within him.
But who doesn't desire power when faced with it?
Just like Zi Hongyu dealing with Ning Fan, Fan Zhongliang had also sided with Long Tianze of the Su City Dragon Gate Martial Arts School, which was why he was now opposing Ning Fan.
Having changed his allegiance to a new boss, Fan Zhongliang had long forgotten the favor and support Ning Fan had once shown him; notions of loyalty and righteousness had already been abandoned by him.
Power is the most potent of poisons, and Fan Zhongliang was willing to side with the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School of Su City in his climb for higher position.
With Ning Fan's return, he certainly did not want to see the former Boss ascend to the top again, pressing down upon him.
"Ning, who do you think you are now?" Fan Zhongliang asked, his face dark, his eyes filled with a cold intent to kill as he looked at Ning Fan.
Ning Fan laughed, replying calmly, "You've already called me 'Ning,' who else could I be if not Ning Fan?"
Fan Zhongliang laughed too, but his smile didn't last long; his face quickly twisted into something ferocious.
"Today! The era that belonged to the Boss is over; things have changed, people are different. Zhonghai is no longer your world, it's time for someone else to take the throne."
In Fan Zhongliang's eyes, Ning Fan saw the thing called ambition consuming him whole.
Ambition, desire, power—these three things had become the driving forces behind Fan Zhongliang; he was now completely devoured by them and was no longer the Fan Zhongliang of before, but another person also called Fan Zhongliang from within.
"Pitiful creature," Ning Fan sighed, finding in the present Fan Zhongliang not even a trace of the man he once knew.
After being labeled a pitiful creature by Ning Fan, Fan Zhongliang laughed again, his laughter tinged with madness. He covered his eye patched eye, sneering, "I am a pitiful creature?"
Fan Zhongliang looked at the people around him, his eyes seeking confirmation from Zi Hongyu, the Eagle, and Ning Fan—was he a pitiful creature?
"Indeed, a pitiful creature." The Eagle, at this moment, wholly severed the brotherhood of the past, as Fan Zhongliang had become, in his view, nothing but a thorough enemy.
Ning Fan was right in his judgment, the Eagle also considered the guy to be nothing more than a pitiful creature.
"Zi Hongyu, listen to them, these people have gone mad, daring to call me a pitiful creature? Hahaha!"
Fan Zhongliang laughed heartily, his gaze contemptuously fixed on Ning Fan and the Eagle.
"After tonight, the name 'Boss' should be completely finished, and Dragon Eagle Hall ought to become history. A person who is about to have nothing, has the gall to call me a pitiful creature, it's simply laughable!"
Fan Zhongliang seemed to have already assured himself that he would be the victor tonight, viewing Ning Fan and the old eagle as nothing more than their desperate last struggle.
Did one who was about to lose everything dare to call him a pathetic worm?
"Mr. Ning, no, Jiu Ye, I will call you by this title for the last time tonight. Tonight, 'Jiu Ye' will be completely submerged in the river of history, whereas I, Fan Zhongliang, will ride the wind and waves to become Zhonghai's new legend!"
Looking at it this way, Fan Zhongliang's ambition indeed could not be underestimated, but it was still uncertain whose prey the deer would be…
"Fan Zhongliang, what do you think you are!" the old eagle scoffed coldly, standing in front of Ning Fan, fearlessly facing everyone.
Ning Fan shook his head, as if pitying something.
"Babbling even at death's door, time's up, you should be on your way now, grind them both into mincemeat for the dogs!"
Fan Zhongliang commanded coldly, no longer having the patience to waste words with Ning Fan and the old eagle.
However, the anticipated shouts of killing did not come. It was very quiet, terrifyingly quiet; even everyone's breathing could be heard clearly. Countless sideways glances were focused on Fan Zhongliang.
Fan Zhongliang's eyes widened, the smile on his face gradually crumbling. He had clearly given the order, but no one moved; instead, they were glancing at him out of the corner of their eyes.
With countless gazes fixed on himself, Fan Zhongliang was stunned. There seemed to be something like mockery in those gazes?
"Attack, are you deaf?!" Fan Zhongliang roared in anger, urging the crowd to move quickly.
But no one responded to him. Their gazes made Fan Zhongliang extremely uncomfortable, and now he was even more certain that the thing in those gazes was called mockery.
"Why aren't you attacking, go on, there are only two of them, what are you afraid of?!"
What on earth was going on? Fan Zhongliang had prepared so much for today, everyone present was his man, why wouldn't they take action?
In Fan Zhongliang's plan, no matter what, Ning Fan had to be killed today; even if they couldn't kill him, at the very least they should utterly destroy his reputation. Then, in collaboration with the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School, they would launch a manhunt for Ning Fan throughout the Jianghu.
"Can't you understand what I'm saying?! Attack! Kill them!" Fan Zhongliang grabbed the collar of a man in black, questioning him loudly, his face hysterical.
The man looked at Fan Zhongliang expressionlessly, motionless, saying nothing, just watching him, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Fan Zhongliang let go of the man and then began questioning the next person. No one responded to him, nor did anyone stop his questioning. He was like a clown, kept in the dark, isolated by everyone, mocked by everyone, helpless and desperate.
"Why, why won't you take action?!"
Fan Zhongliang shouted, and at that moment, everyone in the room turned their gazes toward him, the gazes from inside the room, from outside the door, all on him.
Subconsciously, Fan Zhongliang retreated toward Zi Hongyu, his whole person suddenly in a panic.
"Zi Hongyu, why won't they take action, hurry up, kill them, kill them, Zhonghai will be our world!"
Fan Zhongliang's orders were met with no response. After running in a frenzy to Zi Hongyu's side, he quickly pulled on Zi Hongyu to make him take action.
But Zi Hongyu did not speak, always maintaining his silence.