"Flattery to the point of destruction? How exactly?"
Ning Qingfeng asked with a hint of doubt.
"Isn't it simple? Once a person achieves the result they desire, they become complacent and overly confident. At that moment, their guard is weakest. Besides, if Ning Fan wants to be the next Family Head successor,
this news must be spread in advance. Father, Ning Qiankun, will surely choose an auspicious day to host a banquet, inviting prominent figures from Dragon City to formally announce this news. At that moment, is when we take action."
Nalan Yanfeng exhaled a puff of smoke, her lips turning even redder, with a hint of allure.
But this allure was destined not to belong to Ning Qingfeng.
Ning Qingfeng turned his head to the side, unmoved, and coldly said, "At that time, the place will be full of guests. Once we act, killing Ning Fan will surely intimidate the lesser men, and I can take the opportunity to become the next Family Head successor."
"Not quite, not quite!"
