The man easily scaled the not-too-high outer wall, the spikes on top posing no obstacle to him.
He landed in the garden, glanced at the luxurious house within, and walked boldly towards the main entrance.
In his eyes, Liu Yilin was just an ordinary woman, posing no threat to him. Thus, he didn't even bother to hide.
What he didn't know was that the moment he entered, his whereabouts were already known to those inside.
"Another rat, these people are truly damned."
Liu Yilin said with a sigh.
"Should I go?"
Ning Beichen asked from the sofa.
"No, I'll go."
Liu Yilin didn't want to miss the chance to act.
"Alright, then have your fun. He's already inside."
Ning Beichen said indifferently.
Just as Ning Beichen finished speaking, he saw the man swaggering in from outside the door.
Following him, he saw a man and a woman sitting on the sofa. Luo Yingying, uninterested, was cultivating in her room.
"This woman is indeed Liu Yilin."
The man had already seen Liu Yilin's photo and recognized her at a glance.
"Miss Liu Yilin, hello. My name is An Shijie. It's an honor to meet you."
The man completely ignored Ning Beichen on the sofa, instead greeting Liu Yilin with a gentlemanly air and introducing himself.
"Trespassing in someone's home in the middle of the night is not how a good guest behaves."
Liu Yilin said to him.
"That's not important. What's important is that I'm already inside. I must say, your house is too easy to get into, there isn't even a security guard."
The man still acted like a guest, not in a hurry to make a move, for in his eyes, Liu Yilin was already his prey.
"A good person's home naturally doesn't need security. Speak, besides being a thief, you must be a bad person to break into my house in the dead of night. Don't tell me you're here as a guest. My home does not welcome uninvited villains."
Liu Yilin said impatiently.
"Heh heh, Miss Liu Yilin, I didn't expect you to have such a sense of humor. I don't see any fear on your face. Are you not afraid of me?"
The man said with a smile, looking at Liu Yilin with ill intentions, thinking that perhaps he could gain more from her.
However, at this moment, the man suddenly heard a whistling sound. He was horrified and dodged immediately, but it was already too late.
A toothpick pierced his left eyeball, causing him to cry out in pain.
The one who threw the toothpick was Ning Beichen, the reason being that this guy looked at his woman with a lecherous gaze, and for that reason alone, this guy deserved to die.
"I'll kill you!"
The man didn't know what had pierced his eyeball. In his extreme pain, he no longer thought much and viciously charged towards Ning Beichen, wanting to kill him and tear him to shreds.
"Darling, if you don't make a move soon, I'll take care of him and go to sleep."
Ning Beichen yawned and said.
"Hey, you big idiot, your opponent is me."
Liu Yilin shifted her position and appeared in front of the man like a ghost.
"Get out of the way!"
The man clearly didn't want to hurt Liu Yilin and tried to push her aside with his hand.
But Liu Yilin's delicate finger merely brushed his arm, and the man's arm felt as if it had been struck by a heavy object, drooping downwards.
It was then that the man realized Liu Yilin was no ordinary woman and quickly threw a punch at Liu Yilin with his other arm.
*Weng*
Liu Yilin's light punch met his.
A powerful force shattered the man's arm.
The man screamed, panic rising within him.
Why?
He was a Grandmaster.
Why was this woman defeating him with such ease?
Could it be... Liu Yilin was a Great Grandmaster?
An Shijie was terrified. His arms were broken, and one eye was blind. This was something he had never imagined would happen before coming.
"My apologies, I didn't control my strength well. But your strength is too weak, you can't take a hit at all. I haven't even warmed up yet."
Liu Yilin stuck out her tongue slightly, saying with a hint of dissatisfaction.
An Shijie was speechless. This was the first time anyone had called him weak, and it was a delicate-looking young girl.
But what made his heart churn even more was that no one had ever known Liu Yilin was a martial artist, and a super expert at that.
Precisely because no one knew, he had no defenses against her. If he had known earlier, he might have handled the situation differently.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world, nor was there a way to turn back time.
At this moment, Liu Yilin received a phone call, which caused her expression to turn furious.
"All the patrolling security guards in the research and development building are dead. He killed them."
After hanging up, Liu Yilin said to Ning Beichen with a grim face.
"Damn it!" Ning Beichen also stood up from the sofa, a chilling aura emanating from him.
"Who sent you?"
Ning Beichen walked up to An Shijie, grabbed his collar, and yanked him up.
"Who sent you?"
"Pah!"
Just as An Shijie was about to spit at Ning Beichen, Ning Beichen preempted him, grabbed his chin, and poked his abdomen with two fingers.
An intense pain erupted in his abdomen, as if his insides were being torn apart.
An Shijie, who had not surrendered even with broken arms and a blinded eye, was now rolling on the ground, his screams unending. He even bit the floor, trying to alleviate the pain.
But he was mistaken. This pain would not subside with time; instead, it would intensify. This agony had already surpassed the limits of human endurance.
If An Shijie hadn't been a Grandmaster, he would have died from the pain by now.
"Kill me, kill me, please kill me, stop torturing me."
An Shijie begged, in unbearable pain.
But Ning Beichen and Liu Yilin remained unmoved.
If he hadn't killed anyone, and had only broken into the building, Ning Beichen and Liu Yilin might not have done anything to him, and might have even let him go.
But he had killed all the training security guards in the building. For that alone, his death was well-deserved.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you. It was Frank, the young master of Robons Pharmaceutical Company."
An Shijie said hoarsely.
"Very well, you can die now."
Having obtained the information he wanted from his words, Ning Beichen struck the back of his neck with a hand chop, ending An Shijie's torment.