At the container area of the dock, atop a high tower, Lostan, dressed in a leather outfit, was surrounded by several similarly attired individuals, while below them, the containers were lined with warriors of the Fang Guild.
In front of Lostan, Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing, bound by ropes, were standing in front of him, both women glaring at him furiously.
"Ladies, there's only one minute left of the agreed time. If Asura does not arrive, then I am sorry, but this will only prove that you are not important enough to him!"
Lostan, like a graceful gentleman, spoke apologetically to the two women.
However, neither Xu Ruolan nor Xu Xiaoqing responded to Lostan's words at that moment; they just stared coldly at him.
"Only thirty seconds left!"
Lostan began the countdown.
"Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven...fifteen, fourteen..."
Lostan's voice grew louder, eventually echoing throughout the entire container area.
Just as he was about to finish counting, a figure unexpectedly descended into the center of the container area.
"Stop counting, I'm already here. Quickly release them; this is your last chance!"
Ning Fan raised his head and looked coldly toward Lostan.
Lostan stopped the countdown and looked at Ning Fan with a smiling face. He shook his head and sighed, "I thought you might not come. Look at these two beautiful ladies' expressions. If you truly hadn't come, they might have been heartbroken to death!"
Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing looked agitated, but unfortunately, their mouths were sealed with tape, preventing them from shouting Ning Fan's name at this moment.
At this moment, Xu Ruolan managed to stay calm, but Xu Xiaoqing, standing next to her, who had never experienced such a situation, could only feel slightly reassured by clinging closely to her sister.
"Lord Asura, do you see them? We are about a hundred meters off the ground now. What would happen if they fell at this moment?"
"..." Ning Fan was silent, turning to look at the eyes of Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing, signaling them not to let Lostan's words affect them.
Seeing that Ning Fan did not respond, Lostan continued to speak on his own accord: "So here comes our game—it's a thrilling game, though I wonder if you three are anticipating it."
Immediately after, Lostan moved next to the two women and extended his hands as if he was about to push them.
Ning Fan immediately saw what he intended to do, and his expression grew darker, his eyes filled with a murderous look that seemed capable of tearing Lostan apart.
Lostan was exhilarated, laughing and said, "Hehehe, Lord Asura, if I were to push them both at the same time, whom would you save first?"
"Your death will be gruesome!"
Ning Fan did not directly answer Lostan's question, which made the latter feel that Ning Fan had completely fallen into a passive position.
Both falling at the same time, in Lostan's view, no matter how capable Ning Fan was, in the end, he could only save one.
"It doesn't matter how I die, but the game has already started." Lostan said, and directly made a move that was infuriating to Ning Fan.
He directly pushed Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing down.
Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing were shocked, especially Xu Xiaoqing, who began to whimper, her eyes brimming with tears.
However, they did not fall far before stopping midair, their bodies still attached to the ropes, halting abruptly dozens of meters in the air.
"Hahaha, look how scared you are, this is just an appetizer!"
Lostan laughed smugly, commanding his men to pull Xu Ruolan and the others back up.
When Xu Xiaoqing was pulled up, she immediately threw herself into Xu Ruolan's arms, closing her eyes and sobbing. She was terrified, and only Xu Ruolan could remain calm at that moment.
Poor girl, she had never experienced such a thing. Now, the most innocent person was Xu Xiaoqing.
Ning Fan was thoroughly enraged. He charged up the iron tower's staircase toward Lostan.
Lostan, too, became excited. He had long been eager to see just how formidable Asura was, and he immediately shouted, "Good timing!"
Below, Ning Fan was charging up, and above, Lostan was charging down, determined to settle the score with Ning Fan.
Soon, the two collided. They threw punches simultaneously, and when the fists met, there was a loud bang. Lostan was struck to the ground, looking utterly surprised.
"Indeed worthy of the Phantom Asura, impressive, impressive!" Lostan climbed up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Ning Fan, his eyes filled with killing intent, approached him coldly and mockingly said, "Your acting isn't bad, either."
This was the hallmark of the Fang Guild's warrior; they had no pain nerves and felt no pain. Lostan's exquisite acting while pretending earlier was indeed formidable.
Lostan sneered, and a dagger somehow appeared in his hand. He lunged at Ning Fan again.
Ning Fan did not intend to hold back. After channeling the True Qi in his body, he performed a starting pose that seemed bizarre to ordinary people, then suddenly vanished from the spot.
Lostan was caught off guard by Ning Fan's sudden disappearance. He frantically searched the surroundings until, a second later, Ning Fan appeared behind him, sending a palm strike toward his back.
Lostan felt a powerful current of air and heard frequent warning sounds in his mind. He knew that if the palm strike landed, he might not die but would certainly be crippled on the spot!
"Take this!" Ning Fan bellowed, his palm strike as overwhelming as a landside.
Lostan's eyes widened, his expression turning wild. It had to be said that he too was a master from the Fang Guild. His perception of danger was no less sharp than ordinary people's. Upon realizing the extraordinary power of Ning Fan's palm strike, he immediately countered in the best way he could.
Just as Ning Fan's palm was about to hit him, Lostan's body tilted at an angle, raising the dagger in his hand toward Ning Fan's palm.
"Die!" Lostan gritted his teeth and shouted.
Ning Fan, expressionless, pushed forward with his palm, his momentum undiminished.
A gust of wind swept up like a whirlwind, pulverizing the dagger in Lostan's hand into dust. The remaining Qi Force blasted directly toward Lostan.
With a spurt, Lostan vomited blood, then staggered like a kite with its string cut, crashing into the iron railing.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Lostan struggled to rise from the ground, his face deathly pale as he looked at Ning Fan. Not feeling pain didn't mean his body was invincible. The damage was done.
"Thinking of running away?"
Lostan's mouth curled, and he turned to run towards the top of the tower. Ning Fan snorted coldly and prepared to chase after him.
A hidden sniper pulled the trigger, and two sniper rifles fired simultaneously. The whistling bullets tore through the air toward Ning Fan.