"Yes, yes, yes, everything you say is right, you're completely justified."
Ning Beichen nodded in agreement.
His dismissive demeanor was obvious, which only angered the man further.
Liu Yilin was the pride of their family, and they, as collateral relatives, dared not offend her. But what was this Ning Beichen? How dare he treat him like this?
"Since you don't have the guts to fight me, it only proves you're a useless bodyguard. I don't know what my cousin sees in a wimp like you, you're simply an embarrassment to the Liu family!"
"If you don't want to fight me, that's fine. Just get on the ground and bark like a dog three times. After all, you're just a dog by your cousin's side, aren't you?"
The man said to Ning Beichen with a smirk.
Ning Beichen raised his eyes, his gaze like a blade. The accumulated killing intent from years of experience radiated from him, making the man feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, so cold that he shivered.
"Are you sure you want to fight me?"
Ning Beichen asked him, word by word.
"I... I am sure."
The man was somewhat scared and flustered by Ning Beichen's gaze. But as he thought that this was the Liu family's residence, surely he wouldn't dare to kill someone here? He immediately regained his confidence.
"Sign it."
Ning Beichen took out a document from his pocket and handed it to him.
"What is this?"
The man looked at the document, a bad feeling creeping in.
"It's a waiver of liability that is legally binding in various countries. Very simple. Whether you kill or cripple, you won't be held responsible."
Ning Beichen said with a smile.
The onlookers, who were enjoying the spectacle, looked at Ning Beichen in astonishment, wondering if this guy carried a bunch of such waivers wherever he went.
Their guess was correct; this was indeed Ning Beichen's style.
The main reason was that Ning Beichen had suffered losses before, especially when he encountered those "lazy fish" from the royal family. These individuals, though lacking in skill, were as arrogant as clowns and frequently provoked Ning Beichen.
On one occasion, Ning Beichen had crippled several of them. One of them was even a prince's cousin, which almost led to a major problem. Later, a significant amount of money was spent to de-escalate the situation.
Since then, Ning Beichen had become more astute. Fighting was fine, but he would sign a waiver first. Ever since then, there were fewer people who provoked him, and consequently, fewer troubles.
"Sign it, Peiwen. Are you afraid of him, a mere bodyguard?"
"Exactly, what's there to be afraid of? It's just a waiver. I think this guy is afraid that if he beats you to death, he won't have money to buy a coffin."
Several young men beside him joined in the taunting.
At this moment, in the main hall, an old man heard the commotion outside and asked curiously, "Ap, what's happening outside?"
"Master, young master Peiwen is playing with the person brought back by young lady, saying he wants to have a sparring match with them."
"Master, should I stop them?"
Ap asked.
"It's fine. It's a good thing for young people to have spirit. Today's youth are like stagnant water. Where's the spirit of my generation? If you disagree? Just do it."
The old man said with a smile.
"You speak wisely, Master."
"Let's go, we'll go out and see the fun too."
The old man, supported by Ap, walked out of the hall.
Meanwhile, Peiwen outside had no choice but to go through with it. If he refused now, he would be the one losing face today.
"I'll sign."
Finally, Xu Peiwen took the waiver and signed his name on it.
Ning Beichen, with practiced ease, also signed his name on the document. With this paper, even if Ning Beichen killed him, they wouldn't be able to find fault with him.
Of course, this was only on the surface. To certain individuals, this document was nothing more than a piece of waste paper.
And to Ning Beichen, it was the same. However, this document could help him avoid some troublesome methods that disgusted him.
Soon, both of them signed the waivers and moved to an open space.
Xu Peiwen took off his white suit and then removed the expensive watch from his wrist. He shook his neck and cracked his knuckles, producing a series of popping sounds.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, he charged forward, stomped his feet on the ground, leaped into the air, and delivered a straight leg downward chop, creating a whistling sound. Upon landing, he followed with a 360-degree spinning kick, which was quite spectacular.
"Young master Pei is truly amazing."
"Yes, young master Pei holds an eighth dan black belt."
"If this kick landed on someone, they'd probably be dead."
The crowd whispered amongst themselves, all full of admiration for him.
"All show, no substance. What do you think, Ap?"
Conversely, the old man muttered disdainfully, appearing displeased with him.
Ap, who was supporting the old man, spoke softly on his behalf, "Master, it's quite commendable for young master Pei to have trained to this extent. Many young people nowadays are unwilling to learn martial arts."
In fact, he could clearly see that the young master Pei's earlier moves were merely flashy techniques with no practical use in actual combat. However, as a subordinate of the Liu family, it was naturally inappropriate for him to speak the truth.
"Come on, it's your first time here. I'll give you three moves."
Xu Peiwen beckoned Ning Beichen, saying arrogantly.
"Three moves are not needed. One is enough."
Ning Beichen nodded, saying very seriously.
"Alright, then I'll let you have one move. For the second move, I'll defeat you."
Xu Peiwen said loudly.
"I mean, one move is enough to deal with you."
As Ning Beichen finished speaking, he flicked his arm and delivered a resounding slap to Xu Peiwen's face.
*Slap!*
Xu Peiwen felt as if his face had collided head-on with an oncoming car. An immense force sent him spinning one and a half times in the air before he fell to the ground, unconscious.
"My apologies, I didn't hold back just now. I used a bit too much force. But don't worry, everyone, he's just fainted."
Ning Beichen shook his hand, looking innocently at the crowd.
The onlookers fell silent. It wasn't out of shock, but simply because it had ended too quickly, leaving them no time to react.
There was also a huge sense of psychological dissonance.
They had originally anticipated a fierce battle, or perhaps Ning Beichen lying on the ground, not their young master Pei.
But the outcome was not what they had expected.
"Boss, you can't blame me for this. Your cousin insisted on fighting me."
Ning Beichen explained to Liu Yilin in a voice only they could hear.
Since Liu Yilin hadn't stopped him earlier, it proved that she didn't care about this "young master Pei" at all.