Teng Xi and two others walked into Teng Zhong's private room. Sitting down, each of them watched Teng Zhong, who was pressing his ear against the wall. They did not disturb him but sat silently in their places.
In the next room, Teng Feiyue suddenly stood up and said to Ning Fan, "I'm going to the restroom."
"Please do, please do!"
Ning Fan responded with a smile.
Leaning against the wall, Teng Zhong's eyes lit up. The veins in his hands bulged as he pressed his hands against the wall, ready to exert force.
Teng Xi and the others also stood up and watched the wall with a serious demeanor.
Through the wall, they had already locked on to Ning Fan's position.
"Huh?" Ning Fan's chopsticks paused mid-air, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes as he looked toward the wall.
Was it an illusion? He felt several restless presences!
Meanwhile, Teng Feiyue, who hadn't noticed anything yet, had already reached the door and pushed it open.
Teng Zhong roared, his True Qi surged into his hands and he pushed out fiercely.
The solid wall collapsed as if it had been blasted, filling the air with dust. Teng Feiyue instinctively jumped out of the room, covering her nose and mouth, and looked around in astonishment.
"So it was you guys!"
Amid the smoke, Ning Fan's figure gradually emerged. He unexpectedly looked at Teng Zhong and the others, not having anticipated that these four had followed him all the way—it seemed he had been careless.
As the dust settled, shocked exclamations came from afar due to the disturbance, and all the restaurant staff and security rushed over. When they saw the scene before them, their mouths hung open in shock.
The two adjacent private rooms had been forcibly connected.
"Ning Fan, I must say you're really capable, surviving until now despite being affected by the Heart-Eating Gu!"
Teng Xi looked at Ning Fan warily, his voice filled with disbelief because Ning Fan looked just like any ordinary person, not at all like someone suffering from the Heart-Eating Gu.
"I'm not interested in your compliments," Ning Fan said indifferently. Suddenly, he glanced at Teng Feiyue standing at the door.
Teng Feiyue, who had intended to scold Teng Zhong and the others, froze in place when Teng Xi called out Ning Fan's real name.
Ning Fan is Jiuye, and Jiuye is Ning Fan?!
Teng Feiyue's mind was in complete chaos. The situation had exceeded her expectations; the Ning Fan she had been searching for had been by her side all along!
"Miss Feiyue, he already knows your identity. Hurry and leave this place. Leave Ning Fan to us!"
Teng Zhong warned, fearing that Ning Fan might take advantage of their distraction to seize Teng Feiyue, making it difficult for them to act.
For Teng Zhong and the others, it was not about confronting Ning Fan now, but about the safety of Teng Feiyue.
"I can't leave. Since he is Ning Fan, capturing him will save my brother. Don't worry about me, let's all go together!"
Teng Feiyue was no ordinary woman. With a determined spirit, she quickly recovered from the confusion. Despite having a series of questions for Ning Fan in her mind, she remembered why she came to Zhonghai.
Having noticed the transformation in Teng Feiyue, Ning Fan couldn't help but remark that a woman changing her face was indeed faster than flipping a book. Just a short while ago they had been chatting happily, and now they were directly at each other's throats, weapons drawn.
However, this couldn't really be blamed on Teng Feiyue, considering they were enemies after all. Moreover, the expression of disbelief on Teng Feiyue's face upon discovering this fact didn't seem feigned.
"Miss Feiyue!" Teng Zhong gritted his teeth, wanting to continue persuading Teng Feiyue to leave the place. However, Teng Feiyue's resolute gaze prevented him from voicing the words that had reached his lips, forcing him to swallow them back down.
If that was the case, then there was no choice but to go for it!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Four figures flashed by, attacking Ning Fan from different directions.
Ning Fan's fists, akin to phantoms, crisscrossed through the air, forming afterimages, and blocked the four from Teng Zhong right in front of him.
Facing these four experts from the Intermediate Stage of the Object-Manipulating Realm, Ning Fan was far from careless. At that moment, he was tapping into his body's potential at its fullest.
"What's going on, are they shooting a movie?!"
"Call the police now!"
"Hurry, let's go, let's get out of here!"
The onlookers who were still outside had now realized that the situation was out of control and beyond their involvement, so they immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.
Ning Fan's body slammed directly into a wall, toppling it over. Behind the collapsed wall, there was a table of people eating hotpot. Seeing the wall suddenly collapse, everyone screamed.
Ning Fan rubbed his neck and dusted himself off as he stood up from the rubble. Apart from some scrapes, there were no other injuries on him. He appeared somewhat disheveled only because of the dust on him.
"Here, take this back!"
A figure flashed in front of Ning Fan, and he reacted swiftly with a punch, returning the favor!
Another boom, and a wall was toppled by Teng Xi. The commotion in the Chinese restaurant resembled a demolition site, very loud, scaring everyone who then screamed and ran out of the restaurant.
"Don't go one-on-one; everyone together! This guy is too weird!"
Teng Zhong shouted loudly, having realized that in a one-on-one fight, no one within the same realm could match Ning Fan, and recalling how this guy had once beaten Shangguan Tanglong, who had been at the peak of the Object-Manipulating Realm for many years. Ning Fan's record was both splendid and terrifying, so they couldn't let him pick them off one by one. That would play right into Ning Fan's hands.
Teng Xi crawled out from the rubble, spitting out debris and glaring furiously at Ning Fan. He stood together with the four from Teng Zhong, looking at Ning Fan from a distance of two rooms.
The surrounding private rooms were almost completely wrecked; walls were broken down, every room interconnected with full disturbance. People outside would think they were remodeling the place.
"You're pretty smart. But what if you all come at me together?" Ning Fan said coldly, smiling, as he took off his jacket. His only shirt, a white one, was stretched tight by his muscles, seeming about to burst at any moment.
Seeing Ning Fan's bulging muscles, Teng Zhong couldn't help but curse, "Monster!"
"Monster? Not a bad description. But let me tell you, I'm more terrifying than a monster. And you had better not be afraid to die!"
Ning Fan grinned broadly, his fierce smile making the expression on his face all the more diabolical.
Ning Fan was hopeful for a one-on-one, but that didn't mean he was actually afraid. To fight one against four?
He had taken on a hundred before. Was he afraid of these four from Teng Zhong? Not at all!
His demeanor fierce, a vast and deadly aura spread out from Ning Fan, radiating in all directions.