610: Chapter 599: The Strong Ning Fan 610: Chapter 599: The Strong Ning Fan “Hahaha, beauty, your pretty little mouth is so sweet.
Come, show me what I just taught you!”
In an advanced nightclub VIP room in Zhonghai, Di Baitian was wrapped around a glamorous woman, up to no good.
The glamorous woman slapped Di Baitian’s chest playfully and cooed, “Stop it!”
Di Baitian’s hands were nowhere near well-behaved as they roamed over the sensuous body of the female companion.
The female companion picked up a grape, placed it between her lips, and then slowly moved in for a kiss with Di Baitian.
At this moment, a waiter happened to walk in with drinks.
Catching sight of the erotic scene, he was filled with envy and became completely transfixed.
With a clatter, the waiter accidentally knocked over a wine glass which shattered on the floor, startling the female companion in Di Baitian’s arms.
“I’m so sorry, sir.
I’ll clean this up right away!”
The waiter quickly apologized.
Breaking a glass wasn’t a big deal—it was just a momentary lapse—most people wouldn’t hold it against him; they’d at most be annoyed.
But if Di Baitian was annoyed, that was a different story altogether.
“Hmph!”
Di Baitian snorted coldly and kicked out at the waiter who was cleaning up on the floor.
With a thud, the waiter was sent flying into the wall, coughing up blood and collapsing onto the floor, half-dead.
“Aaaaaah!”
The female companion screamed in terror, staring at Di Baitian before slowly shrinking back to the side.
Meanwhile, Di Baitian rose to his feet, arrogantly sneering at the half-dead waiter on the floor, “You ruined my good time!”
It was just a broken glass, but Di Baitian had beaten the man half to death.
Other waiters in the room also started shouting.
Soon, a group of security guards rushed into the VIP room, aiming to take Di Baitian down.
However, these security guards were no match for Di Baitian.
They were only a bit stronger than the average person at best, and without any real effort, Di Baitian took all the guards down.
“Hahahahaha!”
Di Baitian grabbed a wine bottle, boldly tilted his head back, and guzzled down the alcohol, looking extremely presumptuous.
All the nightclub’s security guards had surrounded the room, only to be knocked down by Di Baitian.
“Beautiful, let’s go!”
Di Baitian took the pale-faced female companion into his arms, ignoring her shaking head, and left the nightclub without paying—completely lawless!
On the streets of Zhonghai at night, Di Baitian walked along, arm around the female companion’s slender waist, drunk and staring ahead, when he happened upon a familiar figure.
Ouyang Feifei looked coldly at Di Baitian, her expression extremely ugly.
Upon seeing Di Baitian, she immediately demanded, “Di Baitian, what the hell are you doing in Zhonghai?!”
Since arriving in Zhonghai, Di Baitian hadn’t done a single productive thing, wandering around, enjoying himself, and stirring up more trouble with each passing day.
“Come back with me!”
“You think you can boss me around?!”
Di Baitian sneered, visibly annoyed as he looked at Ouyang Feifei.
He was accustomed to a free and easy life, and he didn’t take the Shadow Team seriously at all.
“If that’s how you want to play it, perhaps it’s better to send you back to Death Prison!”
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feifei’s tone immediately became loaded with gunpowder.
As soon as he heard the name of Death Prison, Di Baitian’s face changed drastically.
With a frosty expression, he angrily said to Ouyang Feifei, “I gave you face because of Asura, don’t be ungrateful!”
The moment Ouyang Feifei heard this, she was furiously enraged and immediately charged at Di Baitian.
Di Baitian casually let go of the serving girl in his arms and leisurely met Ouyang Feifei’s charge.
“Hmph, you’re just too weak!”
With a punch landing on Ouyang Feifei’s wrist, Di Baitian’s face was full of scorn.
Although Ouyang Feifei was a former advanced assassin of the Yun Ci Guild, compared to Di Baitian, an ancient martial artist, her strength was simply not enough.
It only took a few simple moves for Di Baitian to drive Ouyang Feifei back, and he even grabbed her hand and teased, “Heh, if you meddle again, beware I won’t be polite!”
As he said this, Di Baitian cast a lecherous glance at Ouyang Feifei’s voluptuous figure.
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feifei’s complexion greatly changed, and she threw a punch towards Di Baitian’s face.
Seeing that she dared to take action again, Di Baitian was furious.
He thought to himself that she was refusing the toast only to drink the punishment, and this time he didn’t hold back.
Dodging Ouyang Feifei’s punch, he kicked her straight to the ground.
“Since you’re so stubbornly delusional, don’t blame me for being merciless!”
Di Baitian drew a sickle from his waist and placed it on Ouyang Feifei’s neck.
“Oh, I’m curious who exactly is the delusional one here,” said a voice.
A hand firmly grasped the sickle Di Baitian intended to swing down, and Ning Fan’s figure appeared beside him.
Ning Fan’s expression was grim; he had seen everything that had just transpired, and Di Baitian had managed to anger him.
“What do you want to do?”
Di Baitian’s face was extremely unsightly, and while he was somewhat fearful of Ning Fan, he wasn’t entirely afraid, so he still spoke with confidence.
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan sneered coldly, “Since you’ve promised to submit to me, you should act like it.”
But as soon as Ning Fan finished speaking, Di Baitian responded with disdain.
“Well, look at you daring to give me attitude, thinking you’re something!”
Ning Fan bellowed, twisted his wrist, fully exerting his Object-Manipulating Realm strength and twisting Di Baitian onto the ground before stepping on him.
With a loud thud, Ning Fan kicked Di Baitian into the air like a ball.
Then with a swift tap on the ground, he flew up even faster beside Di Baitian and kicked him back down.
After being kicked around in the air like a ball for several rounds, Ning Fan eventually pressed Di Baitian down on the ground and mercilessly pounded him like a punching bag.
“Cough, cough, cough, stop hitting me, stop!”
Di Baitian covered his face with his hands while continuously crying out.
Ning Fan stopped and Di Baitian breathed a sigh of relief, but he remained somewhat wary.
He slowly opened his eyes, and only when he saw Ning Fan standing to the side, not making a move, did he relax his guard and remove his hands.
“Fuck you!”
A cold look flashed in Ning Fan’s eyes, and in the moment Di Baitian let his guard down, Ning Fan’s foot came crashing down on Di Baitian’s head.
The force of the kick was tremendous, just enough to prevent his head from being crushed.
His head slammed hard against the ground, and Di Baitian ended up with a bloodied head.
“Having me favor you is your good fortune, but if you can’t recognize your own place, then go to hell!”