Ding Fan's slap was incredibly forceful, immediately causing Wang Cun's cheek to swell up. Ever since he became Wang Luohao's assistant, people around him had been too busy currying favor to ever dare lay a finger on him.

"Kid, you're fucking asking for death..."

Wang Cun hadn't finished his sentence when a flash of cold light appeared, and he felt a chill by his ear. Touching it, he immediately turned pale with fright. His ear had been cleanly severed.

"This time I took your ear, keep talking nonsense, and I'll take your head next!" Ding Fan said, playing with a dagger in his hand, his tone utterly cold.

After hearing Ding Fan's words, Wang Cun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, shivering uncontrollably. Right then, he didn't dare to speak further and immediately started the car as Ding Fan had ordered.

"Leave the city, and if you have any clever ideas, I can slit your throat right now," Ding Fan said, not bothering to conceal his murderous intent.

Wang Cun was utterly docile, not daring to utter another word. He took every word of Ding Fan's seriously now. This beast had cut off his ear the moment he acted; he clearly meant and could do exactly as he said. At once, Wang Cun floored the accelerator, and the car headed straight out of the city.

"Ding Fan, what do you want to do..." Wang Luohao had known Ding Fan before.

Otherwise, how could he have schemed to have Ding Fan forcibly enter Ye Ningbing's dressing room, eventually using that as an excuse to exterminate the Ding Family.

As soon as he got in the car, Ding Fan had magically hit his acupoints. When Ding Fan cut off Wang Cun's ear, Wang Luohao felt as if he no longer recognized Ding Fan.

The Ding Fan who had only ever indulged in eating, drinking, and gambling had now become a ruthless and decisive killer.

Thinking that Ding Fan had now appeared here indicated that the assassins he had sent were probably already dead.

"Settling accounts," Ding Fan replied coldly to Wang Luohao's earlier question.

"Ding Fan, do you think you have the means to settle accounts with me? You're just a prodigal son, while I am a young master of the Yanjing Royal Family. I can snap my fingers and end your life. If you let me out of the car now, I can forgive and forget..."

Although Wang Luohao felt that Ding Fan had changed, he still didn't believe Ding Fan had the strength to confront him, especially with the support of the Wang Family, one of the Four Great Families of Huaxia Country, behind him.

Ding Fan ignored Wang Luohao. He had already sentenced Wang Luohao to death. There was no need to talk nonsense with a dead man.

Seeing Ding Fan's indifferent expression, Wang Luohao didn't feel his words had been taken seriously, which unnerved him. "Ding Fan, if you let me out now, we can end our grievances here. I won't bother you again in the future..."

Ding Fan snorted lightly. "You want me to let you go? When you set fire to Zhou Ruoran, did you think of letting him go? Today, you must die."

If it hadn't been for the Defensive Artifact he gave Zhou Ruoran, Zhou Ruoran would surely have burned to death in that villa. Zhou Ruoran was Ding Fan's vulnerable point—dare to touch him, and Ding Fan would kill without hesitation!

Wang Luohao felt an overwhelming murderous aura emanating from Ding Fan, and he could no longer remain calm, trembling uncontrollably. The aura surrounding Ding Fan was no longer that of a human; in this world, only wild beasts would have such an aura...

"Wang Cun, stop the car, call for help!" Wang Luohao finally couldn't withstand the overwhelming murderous intent and shouted at Wang Cun, who was driving.

Wang Luohao felt death's eminent presence for the first time up close, sending chills all over his body.

However, no matter what Wang Luohao said, Wang Cun, who was driving, seemed as if he hadn't heard, continuing to drive out of the city.

"Wang Cun, you dumbass, didn't you hear me? I told you to stop the car!" Wang Luohao was on the verge of freaking out. Wang Cun usually followed him around, heeding his every word. Now this fool was treating his words like hot air.

"Brother Fan, Wang Luohao hasn't bullied me less in the past. All the bad deeds were his doing; I was just a lackey. Please be magnanimous and spare me," Wang Cun said.

Wang Cun could see clearly, Ding Fan had come with the intent to kill. He also guessed that Ding Fan had come here after killing people from the He Family. To a formidable person capable of killing an Inheritance Disciple of Ancient Martial Arts, Wang Cun didn't believe he could escape.

In a very short time, Wang Cun had figured out that Wang Luohao was sure to die today, and if he wanted to save his own life, his only chance was to listen to Ding Fan, act pitiful, and then let the latter release him.

When a hard approach didn't work, he had to try a softer one.

"Wang Cun, your mother's fucked!" Wang Luohao almost passed out from anger. He hadn't expected that Wang Cun would choose to side with Ding Fan at this moment. "You're definitely going to die a gruesome death!"

"Wang Luohao, don't even dream of it; Brother Fan definitely won't let you off today," Wang Cun said, his face filled with a flattering expression. "Brother Fan, this beast Wang Luohao set fire to your family's villa in the afternoon. I advised him against it, but he didn't listen to me. He said he wanted to remove the roots..."

Ding Fan's brow furrowed, his killing intent growing stronger.

Wang Luohao, sitting next to Ding Fan, could not miss the changes in Ding Fan's expression. At this moment, he hated Wang Cun, his teeth itching with rage. This idiot's words were clearly pushing him towards doom. If so, Ding Fan would definitely not let him go.

"Wang Cun, you fucking traitor! Ding Fan, since it has come to this, let me tell you, do you know who originally proposed fooling you into Ye Ningbing's dressing room? It was all this dog-headed military advisor's idea. Wiping out the Ding Family overnight was his plan..."

Wang Luohao finally figured it out. If Wang Cun wanted to betray him to save his own life, then he couldn't let him have it easy. Even if he died, he had to drag this bastard down with him.

"Young Master Ding, you mustn't listen to Wang Luohao's words. I'm just a lackey; all the ideas were his..."

Ding Fan coldly watched Wang Cun and Wang Luohao backbite each other. He could tell that neither man was any good. At that moment, he had already made up his mind; he would take the lives of this pair of master and servant tonight.

The car had already left the city, and it was now nighttime, hardly a car could be seen on the roads.

Wang Luohao felt somewhat uneasy. Such a place was simply too perfect for killing someone.

"Ding Fan, it was all my fault before. If you could spare me tonight, I am willing to help you retrieve everything you've lost, I'll help you rebuild the Ding Family!"

"Young Master Ding, don't believe Wang Luohao's words. I know him best; if he escapes today, he will surely seek revenge on you double-fold, and then it will be difficult for you to kill him," Wang Cun hurriedly said.

Wang Cun was genuinely worried that if Ding Fan let Wang Luohao go, he would spill all of Wang Luohao's secrets to save his own life. Once Wang Luohao escaped, knowing him, Wang Luohao would definitely not let him off.

So now, Wang Cun was even more eager than Ding Fan for Wang Luohao to die.

"Wang Cun! You motherf*****!"

In a rage, Wang Luohao threw a punch directly at the back of Wang Cun's head.

As Wang Luohao's fist swung out, he was stunned for a moment as he could suddenly move again. But just as he was still astonished, Wang Cun, not caring about the steering wheel, stood up and threw a punch back, hitting Wang Luohao right in the eye. The latter's eye socket immediately turned blue.

"Wang Luohao, you think I'm still afraid of you? I've endured you for so many years; in my eyes, you're nothing but a piece of shit."

"You... you dare to hit me!" Wang Luohao bit his words out.

In his eyes, Wang Cun was just a servant. Being bitten by his own dog made him furious, and he grabbed Wang Cun by the collar and punched him.

At that moment, Wang Cun and Wang Luohao started brawling inside the car. Meanwhile, neither of them noticed that Ding Fan, who had been sitting beside Wang Luohao, was no longer in the car; he had gotten out at some unknown point.

The car, with no one driving, began to veer off course, slowly heading towards the roadside rail. Just then, Ding Fan picked up a rock, infused it with True Qi, and smashed it directly into the front wheel of the car.

The front wheel, struck by the rock, immediately flipped over. Since the car was still moving at a considerable speed, it rolled several times and exploded into flames. Judging by the situation, the people inside the car surely couldn't be more dead, with no chance of survival.

In fact, even if Wang Cun and Wang Luohao weren't backbiting, he had been ready to make his move here. The area was scarcely populated and without surveillance cameras, allowing him to leave unnoticed after killing them.

And as for why Wang Luohao's acupoints were unblocked at the last moment, naturally, Ding Fan had secretly undone them. A dogfight isn't fun if they don't bite out some fur.

Since they wanted to burn Zhou Ruoran alive, he would let them taste the flames themselves...

Ding Fan coldly glanced at the burning car, then turned and disappeared into the nearby woods.

...

"Ding Fan... Ding Fan..." Zhou Ruoran woke up crying. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find herself in an unfamiliar environment.

The white curtains, the faint scent of unknown flowers... Could it be that she had died?

"I'm so glad you're awake," a woman's voice sounded at that moment.

Zhou Ruoran looked toward the voice, and after adjusting to the light around her, she clearly saw that it was Lin Qingqing, whom she had met before.

"Where am I?" Zhou Ruoran observed the room's decor, which was certainly not her home.

"You are currently in a private clinic," Lin Qingqing said.

"Ding Fan... where is Ding Fan..." Zhou Ruoran suddenly remembered something and quickly sat up from the hospital bed.

"Your house was on fire. My people rescued you from the fire, and I brought you here," Lin Qingqing relayed what Ding Fan had told her to say.

Zhou Ruoran sat there dazedly, feeling weak; she remembered the scenes from the fire. Her nose started to feel sore; in the last moment, she had seen Ding Fan's figure and didn't believe it was an illusion. It was definitely Ding Fan protecting her from another world.

To this day, she vividly remembered those protective haloes...

Ding Fan... even if you have left this world, you are still caring for me.

Right?… Honey...