Chapter 982: Chapter 971: Xu Ruolan is jealous!
Tiger’s eyes were wide open, his right hand that clutched the gun trembling continuously, with fine beads of sweat covering his forehead.
Ning Fan said, his perspective was too narrow.
Is it possible that now in the Jianghu, the industry elites are all impervious to sword and spear, invincible against water and fire?
Tiger really wanted to pinch his arm to see if he was dreaming!
However, the surprising events were far from over.
“Swish!”
Ning Fan’s figure suddenly disappeared from view, transforming into a dreamlike and illusory flash of light.
Accompanied by a series of crisp “crack” sounds, the hands of Tiger’s underlings raised in mid-air were forcibly broken, and their pistols fell to the ground.
“Hand… broken…”
In just a few seconds, the group of henchmen who claimed not to fear death were rolling on the ground, their expressions twisted into abstract art, clearly enduring extreme pain.
“Put down the gun.”
A voice, not loud but incisive and determined, clearly rang in Tiger’s ears.
Tiger’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he immediately loosened his fingers, throwing the gun to the ground.
The shirt on his back was soaked with cold sweat, sending a chill running back up his stiff spine.
Ning Fan gently patted Tiger on the shoulder, a faint smile on his face.
“See, promising to throw away life and death without truly understanding your opponent’s strength is simply a joke.”
Tiger dared not respond, only nodding his head vigorously.
Indeed, “death” is not a simple ending, different ways of dying offer vastly different experiences.
And, no matter what, dying at Ning Fan’s hands would be the worst kind!
Ning Fan turned to see the pregnant woman had been helped up by a kind passerby, then relaxed and sat back opposite Baby Hai.
Baby Hai felt as if her worldview had been shattered to pieces by the earlier scene, unable to take Newton’s teachings seriously ever again.
She even suspected that superhero movies like “Superman” and “The Flash” might not rely on computer effects at all, merely filmed by a cameraman with a realistic touch.
“Hey, Ning Fan, how did you do that?”
“Just like that.”
Ning Fan shrugged and raised his eyebrows, with a completely casual expression.
“How about you consider taking me as a disciple?”
“I’d like you to consider asking your principled colleagues to come and deal with these gentlemen’s futures?”
As Ning Fan spoke, he gestured towards Tiger and his underlings.
“Oh… right, can’t let these guys slip through again…”
Baby Hai, a bit flustered, took out her phone and reported the situation to the precinct.
Ning Fan turned his body slightly, casting a sharp glance at Tiger:
“I’m not one to preach, but think about it. What right does a scoundrel who uses women and children as human shields have to talk about honor? And what right does a coward, who can’t even face his true enemies, have to call himself grateful?”
When a large number of police officers arrived, Baby Hai also requested Ning Fan to go to the precinct to give his testimony as an important witness. Seeing the crowd around him, Ning Fan agreed reluctantly.
By the time he returned to the company’s building, the sun had already set, and several offices still working overtime were lit.
“You’re finally back.”
Xu Ruolan stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the car door, her voice carrying a hint of fatigue and relief.
It was clear she had been waiting downstairs for a long time.
“Sorry, a friend asked me to help with something, and in the rush, I forgot to notify you.”
“Captain Zhu’s team said you were called out by a female police officer. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but when you didn’t come back, I worried you might be in some trouble.”
Xu Ruolan seemed greatly relieved, a slight smile on her lips, her eyes gentle.
“Let me say, President, can’t you have a little confidence in me? With my skills, unless it’s an international superstar from the Jianghu, who could give me trouble? Alright, alright, it’s getting late, hop in the car.”
After dinner at home, Xu Ruolan took a delicately-crafted jade-green glass bottle from the fridge and elegantly walked back to the dining table.
“We’ve all been busy all day, how about some liqueur to unwind?”
Ning Fan felt that something seemed off with Xu Ruolan today, yet he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.
“I say, President, you wouldn’t be so exhausted you’d get drunk and leave all the work to others, would you?”
Ning Fan knew that many liqueurs, although tasting like juice, were not low in alcohol content, which wasn’t a suitable after-dinner drink for a lady president who needed to remain alert at all times.
Xu Ruolan wasn’t upset, just slightly turned her head, gracefully lifting her arm to pour the liqueur into a glass.
“Don’t worry, I’m well aware of my alcohol tolerance… Actually, I mainly want to make your nightlife more pleasant. After my aunt’s kidnapping, I’ve thought a lot.
The opponents you face are increasingly sinister and cunning. Although you always seem so confident, I know you’re just not showing your concerns.”
Ning Fan took the glass from Xu Ruolan, laughing heartily, seemingly determined not to give her a chance to wax emotional.
“Enough with the imagination, okay? That’s genuine confidence, not an act; my life’s not that stressful. My main daily activity is bragging with those rough guys from the security department, living happily.”
Xu Ruolan nodded gently, looking into Ning Fan’s eyes, she said:
“No matter what, I still hope to help you share some burdens, even if it’s just listening to your troubles. I want you to know that I’ve always been by your side, accompanying you, and caring for you.”
Ning Fan suddenly jerked his upper body, as if shocked by something, then quickly approached Xu Ruolan and placed his right hand on her forehead.
“No fever, has the sun risen from the west today? The icy President actually said she cares about me… Are you feeling okay? Or should you go rest in your room for a bit?”
Without waiting for an answer, Ning Fan picked up Xu Ruolan, heading for the bedroom.
“Hey… put me down! So what if I’m an icy female president, can’t I be tender yet strong?”
“Oh no, my diagnostic skills as the Divine Doctor can’t figure out what’s wrong; it’s probably terminal… You should hurry to rest, don’t force yourself. If you have any wishes, let me know, I’ll make sure to fulfill them tomorrow!”
Ning Fan shook his head mournfully, occasionally stealing glances at the graceful curves hinted at by Xu Ruolan’s semi-transparent loungewear.
“You’re the one who’s terminal! After all this time, you haven’t changed a bit, still so unforgiving. You should be alone for life, never receiving anyone’s concern!”
Xu Ruolan lightly hit Ning Fan’s shoulder, a slight blush rising on her face.