The next day.
Feng Wu went to see Ning Beichen. Before she could speak, Ning Chao waved her away and said, "I know about last night's events. You did very well."
"But I let that female assassin escape last night. I deserve punishment for my incompetence," Feng Wu said to Ning Beichen with annoyance.
"I caught her and found out who was behind it. You don't need to worry about this matter. You just need to help me keep an eye on those who intend to harm Liu Yilin," Ning Beichen waved his hand at her. Although he was called King Yama of Ning, he was not a heartless person.
He treated his enemies like King Yama, but he was very good to his own people. This was why the people of the Dark King had never been bribed.
Feng Wu looked at Ning Beichen with gratitude. She had never received such treatment as an assassin.
Assassins were the most ruthless and also the most pitiful profession in the world. From the moment one became an assassin, there was no turning back. It was Ning Beichen who gave her a second path.
"By the way, Feng Wu, please protect Liu Yilin today. I have something to attend to and need to leave for a while," Ning Beichen suddenly remembered something and said to her.
"Yes." Feng Wu immediately responded.
She had now become a member of Tianmei Technology Company, a little secretary by Liu Yilin's side.
However, her role as a secretary was just a facade; she didn't do any actual work. Her true identity was to protect Liu Yilin. Liu Yilin knew this and had agreed.
After all, it was more convenient for a woman in some situations where Ning Beichen could not follow.
Ning Beichen did not drive Liu Yilin to the company today. Instead, he let Feng Wu drive. He left alone, not to seek revenge on Ryan, as he was not that idle. He was going to handle a very important matter.
A few hours later, Ning Beichen took the high-speed train to a neighboring small town. He then arrived at a small eatery in the town.
Ning Beichen walked in and saw that the shop was very small, with only five tables and no customers. Inside, there was only a young girl tending to the shop.
The girl was not old, only about seventeen or eighteen years old. She looked very young and wore glasses. She was holding a book in her hand, looking like a student.
Seeing a customer enter, she quickly put down her book and walked out from behind the counter, asking, "Hello, what would you like to eat?"
"A bowl of wonton noodles, please," Ning Beichen said as he sat down.
"Okay, please wait a moment. It will be ready soon." The girl immediately went into the kitchen to make the wonton noodles for Ning Beichen.
Ning Beichen looked around and asked her, "Are you the only one in the shop? Do you not have any other help?"
"No, this small shop is too small, and it doesn't make much money," the busy girl replied.
"So, are you running this small shop by yourself? Do you have no family to help?" Ning Beichen asked her.
"I'm an orphan, but I have a brother. However, he went abroad, and I haven't heard from him in a long time." When she mentioned this, the girl's eyes began to redden, and her movements stopped.
"Is your brother's name Chen Hao?" Ning Beichen suddenly asked her.
"You know my brother?" The girl seemed shocked, her head snapping up to look at Ning Beichen, asking urgently.
"Yes, I know him. I'm good friends with your brother," Ning Beichen told her.
The girl's wontons immediately fell to the ground. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she asked excitedly, "My brother... is he alright? Where is he? Why hasn't he come back to see me?"
"Don't worry, your brother is fine. He's just very busy with his work and doesn't have time to come back. He specifically asked me to see you and bring you some money." Ning Beichen walked over and placed a card in her hand. A small note was attached to the card, with the PIN written on it. There was three million yuan in the account.
However, this money was not from her brother. It was from Ning Beichen's winnings from a previous race. Her brother was already dead, and he was considered one of the Dark King's brothers.
When he was on his deathbed, he mentioned that he had a sister in China. So, Ning Beichen had come to see his sister on this trip.
After returning, he had been busy protecting Liu Yilin and hadn't had time to come. Now that he had Feng Wu's help, he was finally able to get away and visit.
"I... I can't accept this," the girl said, hesitant when she saw the bank card.
"Take it. This is from your brother, not my money," Ning Beichen coaxed her.
After much persuasion, the girl finally agreed to take the bank card. However, Ning Beichen could see that she was very disappointed that her brother hadn't come to see her.
But Ning Beichen couldn't do anything. Although Chen Hao was one of his people, they weren't really part of any organization.
More precisely, it was a loosely connected group. When they had nothing to do, they did whatever they pleased, and Ning Beichen didn't interfere.
Ning Beichen's only requirement for them was that they must not betray him or the organization. Other than that, everything was very casual.
Next, the girl, holding back her tears, made another bowl of wonton noodles for Ning Beichen.
However, after only a few bites, she saw a group of people who looked like thugs enter the shop.
As soon as they entered, they swaggered to the tables and asked the girl to serve them. They also unceremoniously took several bottles of beer from the refrigerator and started drinking.
Following that, they began playing drinking games and smoking in the shop, making a lot of noise. No customers dared to enter, which explained why the shop's business was so poor.
"Bring the beer, we're out of beer."
"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for? Do you still want to keep this shop open?"
"Come, have a drink with us."
"What, you won't drink? Not drinking is not giving us face."
Ning Beichen, who was eating his wonton noodles, remained silent, but his eyes were filled with cold light. Although Chen Hao was gone, his sister was not someone to be bullied by anyone.
Just as the thugs were laughing heartily and the girl was trembling with fear, Ning Beichen stood up and walked up to them, his hand swift and decisive.
With a few clangs, beer bottles fell one after another onto their heads, instantly drawing blood.
One of the thugs tried to fight back, but Ning Beichen grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, smashing him forcefully onto a table.
With a bang, the table instantly shattered into pieces, and the thug was in excruciating pain.