"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"
Just as Ning Beichen was about to interrogate him with a cold expression, several gunmen appeared across the street. Without a word, these gunmen opened fire on Ning Beichen.
Bang, bang, bang...
Dozens of bullets attacked Ning Beichen from different directions.
Judging by this ambush and the attack, these people clearly did not underestimate Ning Beichen. They had planned and prepared in advance, and they knew exactly who he was, otherwise they would not have been so thoroughly prepared.
They also knew that the assassin with the knife would not succeed. He was merely a distraction, and the hidden gunmen were their fatal blow.
Facing such a hail of bullets, any master would have no chance of survival.
If it were the Ning Beichen before he ascended to Grandmaster, facing an ambush of this magnitude, even if he didn't die, he would at least be severely injured. This was no longer something that could be dodged by speed alone.
But Ning Beichen after becoming a Grandmaster was completely different from before. If there was any difference, it could only be said that one was mortal, and the other was a superman.
Ning Beichen snorted coldly, and an internal energy surged from the soles of his feet.
With a deafening roar!
Seeing the internal energy explode outwards from Ning Beichen's feet, covering a radius of ten meters, even Ning Beichen's clothes bulged.
Then, the bullets flying towards Ning Beichen were instantly suspended in mid-air under the guidance of his internal energy, as if time had stopped.
However, this was not time stopping, but the control of energy.
But suspending bullets was not the full extent of a Grandmaster's power. Ning Beichen gently pulled with his internal energy, and the bullets that were originally flying towards him turned around and flew back along their original trajectory, without the slightest deviation.
With a series of popping sounds, countless gun barrels exploded. The gunmen who had ambushed Ning Beichen were all hit by their own bullets and fell into pools of blood.
This process, though seemingly long, actually happened in an instant, less than three seconds. All the hidden gunmen were shot dead, without exception.
The assassin who had attacked Ning Beichen with a knife was still being choked by Ning Beichen's neck, completely unaware of what had happened. He only heard gunshots and then saw his companions fall to the ground.
However, he didn't know that Ning Beichen had done it. He thought someone had already seen through their plan and struck first.
Ning Beichen did not linger here. He immediately grabbed the assassin and left. After all, this was a street, and so many deaths would soon cause a commotion.
Ning Beichen found a secluded spot, released the assassin, and stared at him, asking, "Can you tell me now? Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"
"You're wasting your effort. I won't tell you."
The assassin seemed determined to die before he would speak. He was a death warrior. From the moment he took action, his life was already forfeit.
If Ning Beichen had not suspended the bullets with his internal energy, he would have been riddled with holes by now.
Therefore, life and death meant nothing to him, and he was not afraid of Ning Beichen killing him.
"Heh heh, you death warriors, all of you think death is not scary. You are wrong. Death is actually very terrifying."
"You don't need to scare me. Use whatever skills you have. I won't flinch even if you shout."
The assassin was very tough. If he wasn't afraid of death, what else could he be afraid of?
Threats?
Non-existent!
Since he could become a death warrior, there was naturally nothing that could threaten them. They had no parents, no children, and even women were just casual encounters, with no emotional investment.
"As you wish."
A flash of light in Ning Beichen's eyes pierced the assassin's pupils like two knives.
The assassin could only see a swirl of light in his mind, followed by a pained scream as he rolled on the ground.
Ning Beichen ignored him, letting him writhe in agony on the ground.
After about five minutes, the assassin's breathing grew weaker, but his screams of pain intensified, as if he were enduring some cruel torture.
The assassin, who had just shown such defiance, now clutched Ning Beichen's leg like a drowning man, his face filled with pleading.
At this moment, Ning Beichen gently patted his head, relieving his pain.
However, the assassin was completely drenched in sweat, his clothes clinging to him, and he was utterly exhausted.
"Are you willing to talk now? My temper isn't very good. Next time, it won't be ten minutes, but double."
Ning Beichen squatted down, stepped on one of his hands, and asked from above.
"I... I'll talk. It's the Divine Thorn Alliance."
The assassin said weakly.
He no longer hoped to survive, only to escape the inhuman torment.
"Was the ambush just now their entire force?"
Ning Beichen continued to interrogate him.
"No, it wasn't. This was just the first wave of attack. If it failed, there would be a second and third wave."
The assassin knew he couldn't hide anything, so he spilled everything.
"Where are they?"
Ning Beichen judged from his expression and breathing that the assassin was not lying.
"Thirty-eighth Mark Street. But it's useless. After the first wave failed, they should have already moved."
The assassin said.
"How many people are there in total?"
Ning Beichen continued to ask.
"I don't know how many people."
The assassin replied.
"Who ordered you to deal with me?"
Ning Beichen frowned.
"I don't know. I just follow orders."
The assassin replied.
"Then how did you know my whereabouts?"
Ning Beichen continued to interrogate, as he was curious. Even he didn't know where he was going, yet these people managed to ambush him so precisely.
"I don't know. Someone gave us orders, and we came."
The assassin shook his head again.
They were just tools, acting on orders.
"Who is the leader of the Divine Thorn Alliance?"
Ning Beichen asked him.
"I don't know the leader's name. I only know the person in charge of arranging this assassination for us is called 'Old Man'."
After that, Ning Beichen asked him a few more questions, but he was mostly unaware of them. He was just a death warrior, and the higher-ups would not give him much information.
With a crack.
Ning Beichen snapped his neck and quickly left the scene.