Chapter 1101 You Aren''t Dead!


    Fang Mi watched as the yacht disappeared from his sight before heughed coldly and turned to


    leave.


    All his ns were in ce.


    No one was allowed on Qiankun Ind now. So even if Jiang Ning and everyone else perished on


    it, no one would find out.


    Jiang Ning thought that Qiankun Ind was a symbol of romance and eternity.


    He wasn''t wrong about that. If they died there, they could be together for eternity.


    Fang Mi got into his sportscar and headed straight for South Gate Vi.


    Since Jiang Ning was destined never to return, it was high time he cleaned up South Ind''s illegal


    circles. Simrly, the ind''s tourism trade had to revert to its previous operation model.


    Now that Jiang Ning wasn''t around to meddle, South Ind ought to return to its old ways.


    The only difference was that the person who enjoyed all this was now was Fang Mi and not Nan


    Batian!


    "Is everything ready?" asked Fang Mi as he drove the car. "Don''t hold back. They mustn''t leave


    Qiankun Ind. I don''t care where they get buried as long as they are dead!"


    He sneered, "Our brothers and I will wait for you at South Gate Vi to celebrate your sess!"


    Then Fang Mi hung up the phone.


    After receiving confirmation that his ns on Qiankun Ind were in order, he finally felt relieved.This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    The moment Jiang Ning died, the dust would settle.


    South Ind''s illegal circles would finally be his!


    He drove all the way back to South Gate Vi up to its entrance.


    "What?"


    Where had the men who were supposed to be on duty guarding the gates gone?


    He was a little annoyed.


    "It seems I still have to get it into some of the men''s heads. Even though Nan Batian is dead, Jiang


    Ning is still around. How could they be sox?" said Fang Mi angrily.


    He parked the car, then walked straight into South Gate Vi. It was now his home.


    The two maids who should have been standing on both sides of the door to wee Fang Mi as he


    entered were nowhere to be seen. All he saw was an empty living room with dozens of people lying


    in a mess on the ground.


    All of them were his trusted men!


    The entire floor was covered in blood, and there were even some broken limbs. The air reeked so


    intensely of blood that Fang Mi almost vomited.


    His face went ghastly pale as both his legs turned soft.


    All his previous ambition and greed was nowhere to be seen.


    "No, that''s impossible...it''s impossible!'' shouted Fang Mi like he had seen a ghost as he stared in


    shock at the man sitting in the sandalwood chair. Fang Mi screamed loudly like a madman.


    "Why aren''t you dead? That''s impossible! That''spletely impossible!”


    Nan Batian sat on the sandalwood chair without a trace of cruelty on his face, but his hands were


    already bloodstained!


    There were dozens of corpses lying on the floor. He had even ripped off some of their limbs!


    "You merely killed my double," said Nan Batian calmly. "Fang Mi, I didn''t think you were so


    ambitious."


    Fang Mi''s legs went limp as he swiftly knelt on the ground with a thud!


    "Big Boss!" said Fang Mi as he swiftly kowtowed so hard that blood trickled from his forehead


    instantly. "Big Boss, I was wrong! I made a mistake!"


    Fang Mi was always perplexed about why Nan Batian became so cowardly. Over the years, Nan


    Batian even resembled a retired old man who was utterly bereft of any drive.


    Even if someone stepped all over him, he didn''t get angry at all.


    He thought Nan Batian was getting old but little did he know, that man was actually his double.


    Why didn''t he realize it sooner?


    Fang Mi shouted as he knelt down in front of Nan Batian and kowtowed while he said, "Big Boss,


    I''m sorry. Please give me a chance..."