Hoo...
Finally, Nalan Yanfeng's entire body went through a final strange stretch and then slumped down, exhaling more than inhaling, clearly on the verge of death.
"Hehe, you little witch, you don't deserve to live!"
With a bang, Ning Fan tossed her to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
As for Ning Fan, he didn't even glance at her, lighting up a cigarette.
The scene finally quieted down, and the night gradually descended.
Ning Fan ordered, "You guys handle the aftermath, it seems the old man is severely poisoned, I need to go back and deal with it."
"Mr. Ning, be cautious of any remnants from the Nalan family causing trouble again, I should go with you."
Ouyang Feifei expressed her concern.
Ning Fan, however, shook his head and smirked, "No need, these filthy characters are no match for me."
Seeing Ning Fan's mind was made up, Ouyang Feifei didn't insist further but led the Shadow Team in cleaning up the battlefield and handling the aftermath.
