In less than three minutes, these guys with yellow, green, white, and blue hair were all bleeding and crying for mercy on the ground.
Ning Beichen grabbed the one who looked like the leader and punched him in the nose.
With a clang, a fist print appeared on the guy's face.
"This is my territory. If you dare to come here again, I'll beat you all senseless."
"Understand?"
Ning Beichen slapped his face a few times and asked.
The guy was in so much pain he couldn't speak and nodded desperately at Ning Beichen.
Ning Beichen then let him go and told them to "scram." These people didn't dare to linger for a second longer, helping each other up and fleeing from the place in a sorry state.
After they left, Ning Beichen comforted her, "Don't be afraid, they're just some bullies who pick on the weak. But it's inconvenient for you, a girl, to run a shop alone."
"If you really want to keep it going, you should hire someone. There are two million left by your brother in the card, which I think is enough for you to live on. You don't really need to continue running this little shop."
When the girl heard about the two million in the card, she was stunned. Two million was a number she had never dared to imagine in her life.
"Brother Beichen, what exactly does my brother do? How does he have so much money?"
The girl anxiously asked Ning Beichen, worried that her brother might have done something bad, or where else would he get so much money.
"Don't worry, your brother is doing business with others and is just very busy. He asked me to tell you not to worry about him. He'll be back when he earns enough money and told you to take care of yourself."
Ning Beichen lied to her with good intentions.
In reality, Chen Hao wasn't as good as Ning Beichen said. That guy was enjoying himself abroad, lingering around women every day, and rarely mentioned that he had a sister. It was only when he died that he mentioned it, and that guy actually had no savings at all.
If he hadn't died, Ning Beichen would have wanted to beat him up.
Not long after, Ning Beichen left. He wasn't her brother and couldn't take care of her life. She could only rely on herself from now on. This was all he could do for Chen Hao.
Besides, his sister wasn't a child anymore. After turning sixteen, she was an adult. She needed to live on her own and be strong. With these two million, she believed she could live a good life.
Not long after, Ning Beichen bid farewell to her and left. He didn't even leave her his phone number because the fact that her brother was alive was already a huge lie. Ning Beichen didn't want one lie to lead to another, making her hate him in the end.
In the afternoon, Ning Beichen was already on the high-speed train back to Haizhou New City. However, as soon as he stepped out of the station, he noticed someone following him.
Ning Beichen calmly hailed a taxi and left. As expected, the person following him didn't leave but drove a black car, tailing the taxi.
"Driver, take me to Wong Tai Sin Temple."
Ning Beichen suddenly said to the taxi driver.
"Sir, Wong Tai Sin Temple was demolished last month. There's no one there now."
The taxi driver kindly reminded him.
"I know, just take me there. I'm looking for someone."
Ning Beichen told him.
The taxi driver nodded. Where the customer wanted to go was their business. He just mentioned it because he was worried the customer might not know the situation there.
Not long after, the taxi arrived at Wong Tai Sin Temple. Indeed, it was abandoned and deserted. It used to be very lively here, with people coming and going, and incense burners constantly lit, but now there wasn't even a ghost in sight.
Ning Beichen paid the fare, got out of the taxi, and asked the driver to leave. Then he walked into the abandoned Wong Tai Sin Temple alone.
After Wong Tai Sin Temple was abandoned, the statue of Wong Tai Sin inside was also damaged and lying on the ground, neglected by everyone.
Ning Beichen found a long bench inside, wiped off the dust, and sat facing the entrance of Wong Tai Sin, waiting quietly.
Not long after, the sound of a car was heard from outside. Soon, a man walked in from outside.
However, this person was not Ryan, but a thin man with a face that looked like a donkey's. He wasn't a foreigner but an Easterner.
As the thin man entered Wong Tai Sin Temple, he saw Ning Beichen facing him, which surprised him slightly, but he didn't panic.
"Did Ryan send you?"
Ning Beichen asked first.
"A dead man doesn't need to know so many things."
The man said coldly.
Although he didn't provide any useful information, Ning Beichen had already judged from his accent that he was not from another country but from his own.
"Are you so confident you can kill me?"
Ning Beichen said without moving from his seat.
"Whether I can kill you or not is not my concern. My mission is just to make you disappear."
After the man finished speaking, he took out a handgun, cocked it, and opened the safety switch.
"Bang!"
This man was a real killer. Real killers wouldn't babble and give you a chance to retaliate. For them, any words were fatal to themselves.
But the moment the bullet left the barrel, Ning Beichen pressed down on the long bench with his hand, causing the other end of the bench to lift and swing towards the killer.
Bang! Bang!
Two bullets flew out. One hit the bench, and the other bypassed the bench and flew towards Ning Beichen's chest.
Under the killer's startled expression, he saw Ning Beichen pinch the bullet head between his thumb and index finger.
"This is impossible. I must be hallucinating. He's definitely been shot. Maybe this guy is just a magician who used some illusionary trick."
The killer quickly built a psychological defense for himself, otherwise, his mind would surely collapse at this moment.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The killer fired three more shots at Ning Beichen. Whether he was a magician or used magic, he didn't believe he could still catch his bullets.
But Ning Beichen really dared to catch them. When the killer stopped shooting, Ning Beichen also released his palms, revealing three smoking bullet heads lying in his palm.
"You... are you doing magic?"
The killer looked at the three smoking bullet heads in Ning Beichen's hand, his entire face turning ashen. He was just short of blurting out that you had no martial ethics.