"Not good. My husband left home three nights ago and hasn't returned. I can't reach him by phone. I thought he might have gone to his research lab..."
Suddenly, Mrs. Charles said with extreme anxiety.
"Is your husband's research lab at the university?"
Ning Beichen quickly asked her.
"No, my husband's research lab isn't at the university. It's in another place, a private one."
Mrs. Charles said, becoming increasingly anxious.
"Take me there quickly."
Ning Beichen immediately told her.
Soon, they arrived at Charles's research lab. However, Ning Beichen was still a step too late. The lab door had been forced open, documents were scattered everywhere, and even the safe had been pried open. There were also more than a dozen bodies on the ground and a large amount of dried blood.
"My God, what happened? My husband Charles, where are you?"
Seeing the heartbreaking scene, Mrs. Charles almost fainted.
Ning Beichen didn't have the luxury to care about her. Charles's body was not found here. It was highly likely that he had been captured, escaped on his own, or was rescued.
That meant the beast-skin scroll might still be on him and hadn't been taken.
So, who was responsible for what happened at the research lab?
Was it the Divine Grace Society?
Or a third party?
Things were starting to get complicated.
"Madam, I'll send you home first. Don't worry too much. I will continue to investigate your husband's affairs."
Ning Beichen said to Mrs. Charles, who was slumped on the ground.
"Please, you must save my husband."
Mrs. Charles implored Ning Beichen.
"Don't worry, madam, I will do my best."
Ning Beichen comforted her for a moment, then left with his men, as he still had other scholars to find.
A few days later, Ning Beichen and his team appeared in a small town on the Mexican border.
This was because a scholar in the town was related to Ms. Su's daughter.
However, when Ning Beichen and his men entered the town, they found the people there unfriendly. Many of them held weapons and glared at them menacingly.
Ning Beichen, however, didn't care. Their weapons, in Ning Beichen's eyes, were not even comparable to firewood sticks.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Ning Beichen arrived at the courtyard of a farmhouse and knocked on the door.
Soon, the courtyard door opened, and a young man in his early twenties appeared. However, the young man held a weapon pointed at Ning Beichen.
"Who are you?"
The young man asked Ning Beichen vigilantly.
"Hello, we are here to see Professor Dalachi."
Ning Beichen said to him.
"He's not here. You're not welcome. Get out immediately."
The young man pointed his weapon at Ning Beichen and rudely asked them to leave.
Ning Beichen frowned. The sensible Yan Xiong waved his hand, and the weapon in the young man's hand was taken.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Ning Beichen wasn't in the mood to coax children and directly said to Zhou Yu and the others.
Zhou Yu and the others forcibly entered the courtyard. After a while, they came out and said to Ning Beichen.
"Master, there's no one inside."
Ning Beichen looked at the young man and asked, "Tell me, where is Dalachi?"
"Hmph! I won't tell you bastards anything."
However, the young man spat at Ning Beichen, but Yan Xiong waved his hand, and the spittle flew back into his own mouth.
"Be civilized. Don't force me to use crude methods on you."
Ning Beichen's gaze sharpened, and a powerful aura pressed down on him, instantly scaring the young man pale.
"A few days ago, a group of people broke in and took him away."
Under Ning Beichen's oppressive aura, the young man had to speak.
"Do you know who they were?"
Being preempted again made Ning Beichen very unhappy.
"I heard they... they are the Red Armor Army. I thought you were also those bastards earlier, which is why I acted like that."
The young man told Ning Beichen.
"So that's how it is. Do you know where the Red Armor Army is?"
Ning Beichen continued to ask him.
"I know. They have a base about a hundred kilometers north of the town. But that's their territory, and no one dares to go in."
The young man told Ning Beichen.
"Thank you. May I ask, what is Professor Dalachi to you?"
Ning Beichen asked.
"He's my uncle. We've been living here peacefully. He's just a gentle scholar, respected by everyone, and never causes trouble. I don't know why the Red Armor Army captured him."
After saying that, the young man looked at Ning Beichen fearfully and asked.
"You are not part of the Red Armor Army, are you?"
"No, we are not. Can you take me to find the Red Armor Army? Perhaps I can save your uncle."
Ning Beichen said to him.
"Okay, as long as I can save my uncle, I'll take you."
The young man immediately replied.
However, at that moment, a large group of people surrounded Ning Beichen and his men, carrying weapons.
These people, men and women, old and young, all had weapons and ammunition slung over their shoulders, looking aggressive.
Just as Ning Beichen's subordinates were about to make a move, they saw the young man quickly run out, spread his arms to block them, and shouted.
"Wait, they are not bad people. They are here to find my uncle."
"Oliver, step aside. We don't believe them."
A plump woman said to Ning Beichen, holding a weapon.
"No, Aunt Kassandra, they are not the Red Armor Army. They have already promised to help me save my uncle."
The young man quickly explained.
"No, Oliver, you are too young. I can see that these people are not good. They are bad guys, just like those others."
The plump woman said firmly, holding a shotgun and pointing it at Ning Beichen.
"Yes, we don't believe them."
The surrounding people echoed the plump woman.
Ning Beichen gave them a cold look and then nodded to Zhao Yingdie beside him.
Zhao Yingdie instantly turned into a blur, and in the blink of an eye, all these people, including the plump woman, were lying on the ground.
"Oliver, let's go. Take us to find the Red Armor Army. The later we go, the more danger your uncle will be in."
Ning Beichen said to the young man.
"Good... good."
Oliver took a long time to recover. His previous fear turned into excitement, and he even felt an urge to kneel.
These people were too powerful, more powerful than the Red Armor Army he had ever seen.
For him, who believed in God, he even suspected that these people were sent by God to help him, otherwise, why were they not afraid of weapons?