Half an hour later, Charles left Johnson's villa unharmed. He had delivered Ning Beichen's message, and what Johnson did next was none of his concern.
Meanwhile, Johnson was smashing things in his villa, anything he could get his hands on, whether it was a priceless antique or something worthless.
In many years, Ning Beichen was the first person to dare threaten a slave hunter like him.
Johnson was furious, so angry that "fuming" couldn't even describe his rage. He could only vent by destroying things.
"Eastern monkey, I will make you pay!"
Johnson gritted his teeth and spat out the words.
"You want people? Fine, I'll give them to you! I just hope you have the life to take them."
Twenty-four hours later, Ning Beichen received an address from Charles.
Just as he was about to leave, Charles bit his lip and whispered to Ning Beichen.
"Mr. Ning... I don't think Johnson will hand over the person easily. It might be a trap set for you."
Ning Beichen gave Charles a strange look. He wasn't an idiot, of course he knew Johnson wouldn't willingly hand over the person.
The twenty-four-hour deadline was just an excuse he had found. If the slave hunter had willingly handed over the person, Ning Beichen wouldn't have bothered with this mess.
But if the slave hunter was going to play games, Ning Beichen wouldn't mind cleaning up this trash.
"There will be no more slave hunters in Morocco. You can do any other business, but not this. Otherwise, I will destroy you!"
Ning Beichen warned Charles.
How could his little schemes escape Ning Beichen's notice? Compared to Ning Beichen, Charles wanted Johnson dead even more.
Because if Johnson didn't die, he would. After all, Ning Beichen wouldn't protect him.
So, only two outcomes awaited him.
The first was to flee Morocco immediately and hide somewhere no one could find him.
The second was for Johnson to die. Once Johnson was dead, no one in Morocco would dare touch Charles.
Charles shivered and quickly said, "Mr. Ning, I swear, I, Charles, will never do such a thing."
"Remember your words, or I will personally take your dog head."
Ning Beichen gave him a warning look, which chilled Charles to the bone and made him nod repeatedly.
However, Ning Beichen wasn't naive enough to think that there would be no more slave hunters in Morocco from now on.
Evil would always exist, it would never disappear. It was eternally locked in a love-hate relationship with justice. Even if it didn't happen in Morocco, it would happen elsewhere.
So Ning Beichen couldn't worry about all that. As long as such things didn't happen to him and his friends, it was fine.
Soon, Ning Beichen arrived at the address Johnson had provided. He took a look; it seemed to be a derelict factory district. The environment inside was very complex, with narrow passages and pipes everywhere. Undoubtedly, this was the most suitable place for an ambush.
It seemed Johnson intended to lure him into a trap here and eliminate Ning Beichen.
However, Johnson clearly had a misunderstanding of Ning Yanwang. For a master who could appear and disappear like a ghost, this place was a trap, but not for Ning Beichen. It was a grave they had dug for themselves.
"I'm here. Where is the person?"
Ning Beichen stood in an open space and shouted loudly.
Shortly after his words fell, a voice came from above.
"The person you want is here."
Ning Beichen looked up and saw a woman tied by her hands and suspended twenty meters high in the air of a factory building.
A blond man appeared upstairs. The one who had spoken was him. If Ning Beichen guessed correctly, this was Johnson.
"Johnson, you're looking for death!"
Ning Beichen's gaze turned cold. If Johnson had obediently handed over the person, Ning Beichen might have spared his life. Now, he was forcing Ning Beichen to kill him.
"The one who will die is you. Look around you."
Johnson gave a command, and hundreds of ambushing figures appeared around them, all aiming their guns at Ning Beichen, waiting for Johnson's order.
Johnson refused to believe that this Eastern monkey could be impervious to bullets. No matter what, he would die today!
Ning Beichen completely ignored the surrounding gunmen, looking at Johnson with icy eyes and saying, "Johnson, I've met many stupid people, but you're the first one I've seen this stupid."
"Stupid? I think *you* are the stupid one. Kill him."
Johnson was disappointed not to see any fear on Ning Beichen's face, so he ordered his subordinates to shoot.
The ambushing men around them immediately pulled their triggers, and countless bullets flew towards Ning Beichen from all directions.
But in the next second, they found that Ning Beichen was gone. He was no longer in his original spot.
The bullets they fired only hit the empty ground, failing to kill Ning Beichen.
"Where is he? Where is he?"
"He's gone! Everyone, search quickly."
"He's here! I see him..."
Then, everyone heard a scream. The person who had just spoken was silenced.
"He's with me..."
Another person shouted loudly soon after, but before he could finish, everyone heard his scream.
Rat-a-tat-tat...
The surrounding ambushing men couldn't see Ning Beichen at all. Even if someone did, they would become a corpse the next second.
There was only one person, yet a terrifying atmosphere spread among these ambushing gunmen.
No one was not afraid of death. They were afraid of death too.
If they had died in a fair fight, it would have been at least somewhat bearable. But now, they couldn't even catch sight of their enemy. Other than firing wildly, they could do nothing.
Instead, screams from their comrades reached their ears, making the remaining men tremble with fear. Some even shot their own companions in their panic.
Anyone who had been in battle knew that once fear spread through a unit, it was extremely fatal.
If there was a good commander, they would try to calm everyone down.
But these were all a bunch of undisciplined rabble. They had no intelligent commander. They simply thought that with their firearms, dealing with one person would be a piece of cake.
As a result, they never expected that some people in this world couldn't be dealt with by firearms.
For example, people like Ning Beichen, or those from the Temple, though they were still human, their abilities had long surpassed ordinary humans.