"This..."

Forty-four elite fighters, meticulously arranged ambush, along with the superb terrain of this abandoned factory in the western suburbs, Miyamoto Kuro felt that even a Daluo Golden Immortal would lose half their life under his ambush.

But at this moment, his highly trusted subordinates, without exception, all fell to Xu Fan's casually thrown hidden weapons.

And the process took merely a fleeting moment.

This was indeed an utterly humiliating way to die...

Now, only he was left alive. Fear instantly spread throughout Miyamoto Kuro's heart.

He still wanted to be the Family Head of the Miyamoto Family; he didn't want to die!

"Don't! Don't come over, or I'll shoot... Ah!"

In a panic, Miyamoto Kuro backed away toward Qin Mengyue, subconsciously trying to use her to threaten Xu Fan and beg for his life.

But before he could point the gun at Qin Mengyue's head, a whizzing sound tore through the air! It struck his wrist like a bolt of lightning, causing such intense pain that Miyamoto Kuro's gun immediately fell to the ground.

"You... you..."

Miyamoto Kuro, drenched in cold sweat, clutched at his wrist, overcome by fear.

He didn't dare to imagine if what Xu Fan held in his hand had been a gun, then he would have likely closed his eyes forever by now.

Run, run quickly.

Any desire to be the above-ten-thousand Family Head had vanished for Miyamoto Kuro at this moment; his only fervent wish was to plead for his life from this demon.

"Hmm? In a rush to get home and put your clothes away?"

But before Miyamoto Kuro could take ten steps away, Xu Fan leapt into the air and landed directly on the overpass, perfectly blocking his way.

Miyamoto Kuro looked at the nearly ten-meter-high overpass in terror, cursing in his mind. This guy, did he freaking grow wings or what?

"Move aside!"

Even though he had no belief in beating Xu Fan, for the sake of survival, Miyamoto Kuro still braced himself and charged at Xu Fan.

However, before he could exchange a blow with Xu Fan, Xu Fan raised his hand and slapped him, flinging him away!

A crisp slap echoed throughout the factory. Miyamoto Kuro, covering his face, felt everything around him start spinning.

"Even your brother couldn't defeat me, Miyamoto Kuro; do you think you're worthy to exchange blows with me?"

"I..."

Miyamoto Kuro couldn't help but regret it. If he had known this would be the outcome, he would not have chosen such a desolate place. If Xu Fan killed him now, he feared nobody would even find his body.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please spare me, spare me..."

A wise man does not eat the loss in front of him. As long as Qing Shan remains, there's no fear of lacking firewood. This was the Huaxia proverb Miyamoto Kuro resonated with the most. Over the years, he had cultivated it to an unusual realm.

Now that there was no chance of victory, without hesitation, he shamelessly knelt down before Xu Fan.

"Please, don't kill me, I... I didn't mean it."

"What?"

Seeing Miyamoto Kuro's panicked demeanor, Xu Fan couldn't help but want to laugh.

Not intentional?

"Miyamoto Kuro, do you think this is child's play, like a three-year-old playing house? Not intentional?"

"Do you think with all the bad things you've done, I could spare you?"

"I... I..."

Xu Fan's questioning left Miyamoto Kuro unsure how to plead any further.

He had previously felt sure of his victory, acting as arrogantly as if he was on top of the world. Considering how pretentious he'd been, Miyamoto Kuro found it hard to imagine that the other party would ever spare him...

If he died playing the fool, he would have no room to complain.

"Miyamoto Kuro, are you afraid of death?"

Gazing down at Miyamoto Kuro who now knelt before him, Xu Fan curled his lips into a smirk and couldn't help but laugh.

"Afraid, afraid, I'm afraid of dying..."

Although such words were a bit humiliating, what did Miyamoto Kuro care about face at that point?

Xu Fan narrowed his eyes and then smiled, "Before, you gave me a way to live, now, I'm giving you one, how about it?"

"Hm?"

Having thought he was certainly going to die, Miyamoto Kuro looked up at Xu Fan with wide eyes in surprise when he heard Xu Fan's change in tone.

"You, you say, how, how can you not kill me, I will definitely do it!"

It was only when he was face to face with death did Miyamoto Kuro realize how weak he was, and with tears streaming down his face, he started to plead.

Xu Fan chuckled generously and said, "It's quite simple, I'm a person with a lot of love, and I recently thought about getting a dog. I think you're quite suitable, how about it, interested?"

"You!"

Miyamoto Kuro thought of himself as a person with a strong sense of self-respect. And now Xu Fan wanted him to be his dog?

A blaze of anger flared up in his heart instantaneously, and with fury in his eyes, Miyamoto Kuro glared at Xu Fan and barked, "Woof, woof, woof!"

"Woof, woof, woof!"

Seemingly feeling that his imitation was not yet realistic enough, Miyamoto Kuro bent over and stuck out his tongue.

"Heh, to be able to yield and stretch, Miyamoto Kuro, you are indeed a good dog."

Watching Miyamoto Kuro barking madly before him, Xu Fan narrowed his eyes and fished out a small medicine bottle from his pocket.

He took out a pill from the bottle and threw it directly in front of Miyamoto Kuro.

"Eat this, and I'll acknowledge you as my dog."

"This..."

"What is this?"

Looking at the scarlet pill in front of him, Miyamoto Kuro turned to Xu Fan in bewildered confusion.

"Master, what kind of medicine is this?"

After struggling for a while, unable to express his current confusion with "woof woof woof," Miyamoto Kuro squatted on the ground and asked tentatively.

Xu Fan, seeing his worried face, smiled and reassured, "Don't worry, this is nothing good."

"It's poison, lethal poison."

"This..."

Miyamoto Kuro felt as if he had been slapped in the face. He had already deigned to act the dog to win your affection, and after going around in circles, you still want my life?

Miyamoto Kuro turned to Xu Fan with a face full of grievance.

Pondering whether acting pitiful could spare him from Xu Fan's wrath.

"What? The master orders you to eat, do you dare not eat?"

"..."

Seeing Xu Fan's questioning gaze, Miyamoto Kuro's head drooped down in trepidation.

This damn it, there's no playfulness in tormenting someone like this...

To eat was to die, not to eat was still to die, Miyamoto Kuro was suddenly embroiled in agony.

"I'll eat! Even if the master orders me to eat shit, I wouldn't hesitate, I'd gobble it down!"

As if he had suddenly realized something, Miyamoto Kuro's attitude changed abruptly, and without hesitation, he swallowed the pill.

Xu Fan watched, unable to stop a laugh.

This guy indeed had a bit of cunning about him; daring to take the pill now clearly indicated he had guessed Xu Fan's probing intentions.

This sort of person, if well utilized, could indeed save Xu Fan a lot of effort.

Now standing in front of Miyamoto Kuro, and after waiting for a while, Xu Fan asked, "How is it? Feeling anything yet?"

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