Xu Donglai slumped to the ground, staring at the blood gushing from his thigh. His face turned terrified and despairing.
In the courtyard, malevolent energy billowed like smoke, and Chen Fan's figure flickered like a ghost through the crowd, taking down Xu family disciples one by one.
Thump, thump, thump.
The malevolent energy carried the stench of blood, seemingly transforming the place into a Shura field of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The continuously falling Xu family disciples were the elite forces of the Xu family.
Even for a century-old prominent family, the effort and resources poured into these elite disciples were unimaginably vast.
Just as Xu Xilou was the Xu family's top expert, it would have been impossible to muster another nearly a hundred such elite fighters from the Xu family!
Yet, in the blink of an eye, they became cold corpses, one after another.
In Xu Donglai's sight, a man over 2.3 meters tall, resembling a humanoid bear, charged into the courtyard. Amidst the flying bullets, he was like a real mountain, effortlessly snapping the necks of two Xu family disciples.
The bullets hitting him did not seem to inflict significant damage.
Where did this man, and that hooded foreigner from earlier, come from?
In despair, he looked at Xu Xilou.
The latter was slumped on the steps, his entire body drenched in blood, which flowed onto the ground.
From the shoulder down, this top expert of the Xu family had half his body torn apart.
Compared to Xu Donglai, his expression was much calmer, tinged with helplessness and unwillingness, yet he seemed not entirely unable to accept such an outcome.
To die at the hands of a powerful expert was not an entirely bad ending for a martial artist who had dedicated their life to the martial way.
Xu Donglai's body trembled. He got up and fled into the adjacent room.
He did not want to die.
As the heir of a century-old prominent family, his future held infinite glory and wealth, which he had not yet enjoyed enough.
He did not want to die here. As long as he could escape, escape back to Xiling, Chen Fan could not do anything to him.
The century-old Xu family still possessed its foundation, resources, and connections unimaginable to ordinary people, offering a chance for revenge!
He passed through several rooms, rushed out the back door, and circled around towards the parking lot.
As long as he could drive away, Chen Fan would not be able to catch him.
However, as he burst out of the side door and, enduring the pain in his leg, reached a Mercedes-Benz, the car door suddenly swung open.
Someone else?
Was it one of his subordinates?
He cried out in surprise, "Quick, drive me away!"
However, a cold corpse was thrown before him.
The Prophet, with a slender build and temples streaked with gray, held a gun and pointed it at him.
Looking at the corpse, it was his trusted subordinate, Xu Hongjue, the middle-aged man.
"Who... are you?"
Xu Donglai felt as if he had plunged into an ice cave.
"Get down, Mr. Xu!"
The Prophet spoke in a foreign language, but Xu Donglai undoubtedly understood.
He gritted his teeth and lunged forward.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
Xu Donglai felt another searing pain in his leg and lunged into empty space.
The Prophet was known for his intelligence within the Dark Night organization, but how could such a smart person give Xu Donglai a chance?
This time, Xu Donglai was forced to fall to the ground. With both legs injured, he could no longer move.
"Who... are you people?"
Xu Donglai asked, his face full of unwillingness.
"Us? We are merely followers, servants, and warriors of the King!"
The Prophet said, "And you have angered our King, and will be executed!"
"The King? Who is it?"
Xu Donglai was somewhat bewildered, but he was also a clever man. His thoughts raced, and his expression turned horrified as he said, "Are you talking about Chen Fan?"
"It seems, Mr. Xu, you finally understand?"
The Prophet smiled.
Xu Donglai's eyes widened, his expression beyond shock.
In his eyes, Chen Fan was merely a common ruffian, capable of fighting a bit.
At most, because he could fight, he had become a subordinate of the mysterious Mr. Long, and in Xu Donglai's eyes, he was still insignificant.
After all, no matter how mysterious Mr. Long was, he was just a businessman. In terms of power, how could he compare to a century-old prominent family like the Xu family?
But at this moment, the Prophet's words overturned his understanding.
If Chen Fan was the so-called King, was Chen Fan merely Mr. Long's subordinate?
Cold sweat streamed down his face, whether from the pain or from the Prophet's words.
Just then, a figure appeared and approached them.
Who else could it be but Chen Fan?
"Lord of Dark Night, you have arrived. How should this person be dealt with?"
The Prophet bowed respectfully to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan smiled, as if the battle he had just fought was insignificant, and said, "Prophet, you always manage to put me at ease!"
"Thank you for your praise, King!"
The Prophet replied.
"Chen Fan, you... Lord of Dark Night?"
Hearing the Prophet's address, Xu Donglai was shocked once again.
He had no dealings with the underworld and did not understand the meaning of this title.
But from the literal meaning alone, he could glimpse something.
Could someone referred to as the Lord of Dark Night be an ordinary person?
"Xu Donglai, I told you, if there's a next time, you will die!"
Chen Fan's expression was calm as he walked towards Xu Donglai.
The malevolent energy on his body had mostly receded, leaving only a residual trace.
Even so, it still made Xu Donglai's body tremble violently, and he was engulfed by despair and fear.
"Don't, don't kill me... I am the heir of the Xu family. If you kill me, you will bring great disaster..."
Xu Donglai cried out.
"Do you think I care?" Chen Fan's expression was disdainful, his gaze even colder.
"I have money, I'll give you money..."
Xu Donglai frantically retreated, shouting futilely, "No matter how much money, the Xu family, once I become the Xu family patriarch... I'll listen to you, I, I can be your dog, serve you..."
"Is this the heir cultivated by a century-old prominent family?"
Chen Fan said lightly.
"Your so-called glory and power are insignificant before me. Rest in peace!"
He paused, then added, "That girl you humiliated, who jumped from the thirty-fifth floor, is waiting for you. She has been waiting for a very, very long time!"
With that, Chen Fan gave Xu Donglai no more chances and grabbed his head, pressing down.
Xu Donglai struggled in his final moments, but it was in vain.
With a crack, Xu Donglai's neck snapped into his torso, his expression frozen, and his breath extinguished.
The Prophet's expression was calm as he said, "Lord of Dark Night, do you require the battlefield to be cleared?"
"No need. You should not reveal your whereabouts. Call Titan and Magician and leave first!"
The Prophet nodded, placed his fingers in his mouth, and let out a whistle.
Titan and Magician soon emerged. They said nothing and left with the Prophet by car.
As the car drove away, Chen Xing'er, with weak legs and a pale face, walked out with Shi Wenyuan.
"Chen Fan!"
Chen Xing'er did not seem particularly panicked. Instead, there was a hint of excitement in her eyes as she said, "Chen Tianjiao, you can only be Chen Tianjiao. Are you still trying to hide it from me?"
Chen Fan rolled his eyes.
After experiencing such danger, this girl's concern was not about anything else, but his identity?
In fact, Chen Xing'er's heart was completely convinced that Chen Fan was her brother, but as long as Chen Fan did not admit it openly, she would not give up.
"You two leave this place first."
Chen Fan said, then turned and walked back.