862: Chapter 851: Are You Deliberately Playing with Me?
862: Chapter 851: Are You Deliberately Playing with Me?
“I’ve already made up my mind to fight you all to the death if necessary.
As for what Konstantin thinks, I don’t care at all.
If he still believes he can control me, let him come and try!”
Ning Fan said this to Fei Peilie.
As a Superior, Konstantin had an intense desire for control.
This was why he still held hope of dominating Ning Fan.
But as far as Ning Fan was concerned, that was utterly impossible.
He wasn’t someone who could be easily manipulated, and in any case, Ning Fan had never considered joining Umbrella.
Even cooperation with Umbrella was out of the question.
Konstantin’s attitude had been clear enough, and Ning Fan wasn’t naive enough to think otherwise.
As far as Ning Fan was concerned, a battle between them was inevitable—a matter of “when,” not “if.”
Fei Peilie narrowed his eyes and stared at Ning Fan, lost in thought for a long moment.
Then he slowly said, “I’ll relay every word of this to Lord Konstantin.”
If they couldn’t be allies, then they might as well be enemies.
For now, they were bound by mutual interest, nothing more.
Even within Umbrella, divisions had emerged.
Ning Fan’s survival was still advantageous to Konstantin, allowing him to potentially leverage Ning Fan for further gains down the line.
“Suit yourself…”
The atmosphere chilled instantly with the mention of these topics.
If not for their shared interests, Fei Peilie wouldn’t have tolerated Ning Fan’s threatening presence for even a moment.
But for now, there were Konstantin’s orders to follow.
Moreover, Fei Peilie understood the benefits of keeping Ning Fan alive, at least for Konstantin.
What bothered Fei Peilie most, however, was the presence of Night Five.
They had arrived in Zhonghai the previous night, and based on their modus operandi, it was only a matter of time before they launched an overwhelming and rapid assault.
A major battle was imminent.
While Fei Peilie didn’t think teaming up with Ning Fan was enough to defeat Night Five, survival remained his priority.
As for Ning Fan’s thoughts on the matter, Fei Peilie couldn’t care less.
He only intended to make sure that, when the time came, he could grab Ning Fan and run.
There was a saying he found apt: even if you couldn’t win, you could still flee!
If Ning Fan knew what Fei Peilie was thinking right now, he’d surely laugh.
This guy was way too cautious.
“Night Five—where are they exactly?”
So much time had passed, and they were still exposed.
If he were a member of Night Five instead, by now he would have already seen through their signaling.
Appearing so brazenly in this area was practically an invitation to Night Five, telling them, “Here we are—let’s get this over with!”
But what baffled him was that Night Five hadn’t shown any trace, even now.
Could they truly be so strong that even he couldn’t detect them?
Ning Fan didn’t want to admit it, but if Night Five really was that formidable, even borderline unbeatable, it wouldn’t bode well for him.
If they were evenly matched, things wouldn’t feel so tense.
Maintaining confidence was important, but Ning Fan couldn’t deny the worry gnawing at him.
Although he didn’t have a direct understanding of Umbrella’s Night Five, certain details indicated their strength.
This elite squad was no joke.
Deploying Night Five specifically against him was a clear sign of the respect Konstantin accorded him.
As excited as Ning Fan felt, a deep heaviness weighed on his heart.
Time dragged on into the night, yet Night Five still hadn’t appeared.
The wait left everyone frustrated.
Annoyed, Ning Fan turned to Fei Peilie and snapped, “Is Night Five even in Zhonghai?
Why haven’t they shown up yet?”
They had waited the entire day, and not only was there no sign of Night Five—but not even a shadow of anyone else.
Ning Fan started to suspect Fei Peilie had deceived him, that Night Five hadn’t come to Zhonghai at all.
Fei Peilie, however, looked equally confused.
Something was off.
Night Five had definitely arrived in Zhonghai—so why hadn’t they acted?
Too many oddities left Fei Peilie unable to offer an explanation.
“How about…
we head back for now?”
Fei Peilie’s suggestion lacked confidence.
Night Five’s absence had left them in an awkward position.
They had spent an entire day on high alert, and yet no one had showed up.
Fei Peilie felt this might be one of the most embarrassing moments of his life…
Ning Fan, however, furrowed his brow, his anger still simmering.
He growled, “Are you playing me for a fool?”
Fei Peilie scowled as well, glaring at Ning Fan.
Furious, he shot back, “Asura, watch your tone!
I’m under no obligation to help you.
If not for our shared interests, I’d rather see you torn apart by Night Five!”
Fei Peilie wouldn’t tolerate being berated like this.
He didn’t hold back, firing back at Ning Fan without hesitation.
And he meant every word.
Without the shared interests or Konstantin’s explicit orders, Fei Peilie wouldn’t have bothered with Ning Fan.
He wanted nothing to do with Night Five—and certainly wouldn’t willingly fight them alongside Ning Fan.
“Hah, easy for you to say.
It’s all self-serving anyway…
Who knows if you’ll betray me later?”
Ning Fan fixed Fei Peilie with a suspicious glare.
He couldn’t trust someone from Umbrella.
Who could say what Fei Peilie had planned?
If this guy stabbed him in the back during a fight with Night Five, it’d be impossible to guard against.
To Fei Peilie, this barely veiled accusation felt like outright slander.
He widened his eyes, ready to rebut Ning Fan—but quickly realized arguing further would only lead to an endless stalemate.
So, he chose to remain silent.
Seeing Fei Peilie suddenly quiet, Ning Fan didn’t push any harder.
He didn’t want to go too far—it wasn’t worth it.
Fei Peilie still had some utility.
Alienating him completely would be a waste.
Still, Night Five’s continual absence remained a pressing issue.
Where were they now?
Not only was Ning Fan pondering this question, but Fei Peilie was equally preoccupied with the same thought.
“Where exactly is Night Five?”
“How should I know?”
Just then, Fei Peilie’s phone rang unexpectedly.
The call was from Konstantin.
His tone was somber, laced with a hint of menace.
Fei Peilie immediately sensed something was amiss.
“Fei Peilie, you can return now.
Tell Ning Fan he doesn’t need to worry about Night Five anymore…”