nashuaworldcup Chapter 257 Tracking
Chapter 257 Tracking
Chapter 257 Tracking
Su Ruowei said, "Let me go down with you."
Lin Fan nodded: "Okay."
The next second, Lin Fan feigned shock: "Oh dear, I suddenly remembered that we don't seem to have any eggs at home."
"Ruowei, I'll go get the car, you go buy some things?"
Su Ruowei nodded: "Okay."
Lin Fan and Su Ruowei parted ways, and Lin Fan went to the underground parking garage alone.
Once underground, Lin Fan deliberately walked towards the corner filled with parked cars.
Tread-tap-
A series of hurried footsteps came from afar.
Lin Fan turned around abruptly and sneered, "A patient? You came looking for me yourself?"
The group stopped, brandishing the daggers in their hands and chuckling maliciously.
The man in the baseball cap stepped forward: "You're pretty smart, kid. You actually figured out my flawless plan."
Lin Fan smiled and frankly expressed his doubts: "You guys acted quickly enough, how did you find us?"
The man in the baseball cap rubbed the dagger against his sleeve: "Want to know?"
At this moment, one of the underlings in the crowd said, "Boss, stop wasting time talking to this kid. Didn't the boss say we have to do it cleanly and efficiently?"
The man in the baseball cap glanced at his underling and slapped him across the face: "You think you can teach me how to do things?"
"Damn it, I haven't finished speaking yet, why the hell are you interrupting me!"
The younger brother covered his cheek and nodded repeatedly.
The man in the baseball cap spat and looked at Lin Fan proudly: "I heard the 'Welcome' greeting; the tone is characteristic of that restaurant."
Lin Fan frowned: "You're nearby?"
"Otherwise what? Otherwise, how could we have arrived so timely!"
The man in the baseball cap let out a loud laugh, then glared fiercely at Lin Fan:
"This is your fate. If you dare to block our boss's way, you'll die!"
Lin Fan asked thoughtfully, "Who is your older brother?"
My older brother is—
Before the man in the baseball cap could finish speaking, another henchman quickly interrupted:
"Brother, stop talking! You'll die from talking too much!"
"Fuck you!" The man in the baseball cap slapped another henchman across the face.
"Have you been reading too many novels and watching too many TV dramas? You're going to die from talking too much!"
"Shut your mouths, all of you! All of you can't beat one? Are you all incompetent?!"
None of the underlings dared to utter another word.
The man in the baseball cap took a deep breath, thinking that revealing his identity as the "big brother" was indeed inappropriate.
But not saying anything is like slapping yourself in the face.
The man in the baseball cap roared, "Fine, you're already dead, telling you won't hurt!"
"My elder brother is Pei Huatian!"
After saying that, the man in the baseball cap leaned forward, pushed off with both feet, and shot out.
As he approached Lin Fan, he extended his arm, a glint of white light flashing from the sharp edge of the dagger.
Its momentum was incredibly swift, like a silver snake spitting its tongue, attacking Lin Fan's vital points.
"Snapped--"
Lin Fan slapped him to the ground: "Thank you for the news."
Upon seeing this, the group of henchmen not far away were greatly alarmed.
This baseball cap belongs to an 8th-level Body Refinement expert. How could he be slapped down like that?
The henchmen begged for mercy, "Spare us! We just went astray!"
Lin Fan frowned slightly and pointed at the man in the baseball cap on the ground, saying:
"I ask you, is this person telling the truth or lying?"
Everyone panicked: "We don't know either! We were just doing someone else's job!"
Lin Fan shook his head: "Then let's get going!"
With a clang, the Lingyao Sword slipped from Lin Fan's wrist and fell into his hand.
With a "whoosh," Lin Fan swung his sword and slashed through the air, disappearing from everyone's sight in the next second.
"People, where are people?"
Everyone was horrified, and several people were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.
When Lin Fan appeared, he was already in front of everyone.
He held his sword to one man's throat: "Everyone else shut up, you speak!"
"Say what? Say what?" The man took a half step back in fright.
Lin Fan took a half step forward, his sword pressed against his throat: "Who exactly sent you?"
The opponent's throat twitched, and his skin brushed against the sword's edge, leaving a trail of crimson liquid.
Lin Fan said coldly, "If you don't explain yourself within 3 seconds, this sword will be plunged into your neck."
"Pei, Pei Huatian!"
"The task we received this morning!"
"The mission is to take your life!"
"We thought it would be simple, something that could be accomplished with a little trickery, but we never expected you to be so incredibly skilled!"
"I... I really only know this much!"
"Please, let us go!"
The other party revealed everything at once, and even in a life-or-death situation, what they said was true.
Lin Fan's eyes darkened: "Pei Huatian?"
The other person took a large step back and continued:
"No, that's right. They said you know his secret and you must get rid of him as soon as possible!"
Lin Fan sheathed his sword and glanced at the others: "What do you guys have to add?"
"No, no more!"
Afterwards, Lin Fan collected information on everyone and arranged for them to work odd jobs at Lingyun Martial Arts School to make a living.
These people all come from some obscure little sects.
They readily accepted the offer to join the ranks of Fang Yixiao, a martial arts master.
Ten minutes later, Lin Fan drove up to the ground and took Su Ruowei home.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan arranged for Gao Xuan to go to the underground parking garage of Ruanda Plaza and take the man in the baseball cap away.
As for Pei Huatian, Lin Fan naturally wouldn't let him off the hook.
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At that time, the Dong Group's conference hall.
"After the mysterious death of the branch leader Lin Tianhu, I was appointed as the new branch leader."
"Now the sect leader has personally issued an order, instructing me to establish a sect in Shancheng City and participate in this sect competition."
Dong Tianjiao sat in the upper seat and addressed the ten core members below.
The ten core members are at least at the ninth level of Body Refinement, and three of them already possess the strength of the Transcendent Realm.
If these people were to form a sect to compete, no other sect could directly rival them.
This is essentially a contest between a group of killing machines and athletes.
They may be evenly matched in terms of strength, but the former has the advantage of ruthlessness.
Moreover, most of the sect participants are members who want to gain prestige, and the truly powerful ones already hold high positions.
A one-eyed man suddenly spoke up: "Sect Leader Dong, what is the purpose of our being ordered to participate in the sect competition?"
“That’s right, we need to know the reason!” A woman with tattooed arms said with disdain, “This kind of competition is just child’s play that belittles martial arts, it’s disgusting to even think about!”
One-Eyed and Tattooed Arm are high-ranking members of the Dong Group, wielding considerable influence, and are both experts at the Transcendent Realm.
At this moment, the purple-haired man sitting at the farthest point slowly opened his eyes and said coldly, "Listen to what the leader has to say!"
Upon hearing this, both the one-eyed man and the tattooed man fell silent.
It is obvious that this purple-haired man is the third Transcendent Realm expert in the Dong Group, and he is also the face of the group.
Dong Tianjiao cleared her throat: "As for the reason, I don't know."
"However, since the leader has made this arrangement, there must be a reason for it. We should just do as he says."
Upon hearing this, the ten men shouted in unison, "We will obey the leader's arrangements!"