Ning Beichen carried her inside. Although he was not allowed on the second floor, Ning Beichen didn't care about such rules at this moment.
He carried Liu Yilin to her room on the second floor, gently placed her on the bed, then took off her high heels, covered her with the quilt, and adjusted the air conditioner temperature.
However, just as he was about to leave, Liu Yilin, in a daze, grabbed his arm and refused to let go. Ning Beichen didn't want to wake her, so he sat by her bed, planning to leave after she let go.
"No... don't."
Just as Ning Beichen tried to subtly remove her hand, Liu Yilin, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood, refused to let go of Ning Beichen's arm. It was as if that arm was her only hope for survival.
"Okay, I won't leave. I won't leave, I won't leave..."
Ning Beichen spoke to her softly and rhythmically. Gradually, Liu Yilin voluntarily loosened her grip and fell into a quiet sleep on the bed, like a sleeping princess.
Ning Beichen looked at her. For a moment, Liu Yilin's face seemed to possess a magnetic force, drawing him to lower his head towards her involuntarily.
As his lips got closer and closer, Ning Beichen suddenly shivered.
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
"No! Absolutely not. I, Ning Beichen, am not that kind of despicable person."
"Besides, I have no interest in splitting icebergs. The vast forests of Yamal are waiting for me. I can't freeze to death on an iceberg."
Ning Beichen forcefully pulled his head back.
However, at this very moment, Liu Yilin suddenly opened her eyes. Seeing Ning Beichen's face so close to hers, she let out a earth-shattering scream.
"Ning Beichen, you... what do you want?"
Liu Yilin grabbed the quilt and wrapped herself in it, shouting at Ning Beichen in terror.
"Boss, I..."
"Get out!"
Before Ning Beichen could explain, Liu Yilin hysterically told him to leave.
"Boss, let me explain."
Ning Beichen felt like crying without tears.
"I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it! Ning Beichen, I knew you had bad intentions. You took advantage of me while I was asleep to do this. Get out!"
Liu Yilin refused to listen to Ning Beichen's explanation.
"Fine, fine, fine. I'm leaving. Boss, please don't get agitated."
Ning Beichen knew that no explanation would be heard at this moment, so he said to her helplessly and left her room under her watchful gaze.
"This time it's really like mud falling into the crotch – if it's not shit, it's shit. Without a third-party witness or surveillance, it's hard to explain."
Ning Beichen returned to his room, feeling somewhat dejected. He sat on a chair, his legs resting on the table, his hands behind his head as a pillow.
Ning Beichen didn't dwell on Liu Yilin's misunderstanding. He never expected any relationship with this woman anyway. Whether Wu would misunderstand or not, Ning Beichen didn't care much. He was now focused on how to deal with the Violet family.
Ning Beichen could handle one Violet family, but it would certainly come at a great cost, as they were not insignificant players.
However, Ning Beichen's concern was not the Violet family, but those guys in the Divine Hall.
The Holy Hall had not made a move yet. Ning Beichen didn't believe they would be so apathetic, especially after he had killed three of their Silver Knights and one Gold Knight. Such a loss would be unbearable for the Holy Hall.
"Holy Hall, Holy Hall, when will you make your move?"
Ning Beichen tapped his foot on the table, making a "dong dong dong" sound.
Just as Ning Beichen was thinking about the Holy Hall, at the dock of Haizhou New City, a person wearing a black flaming mask disembarked from a ship on the sea.
"Halt! Who are you?"
A patrolling security guard, seeing this masked figure with peculiar behavior, immediately stepped forward to stop him and inquire.
The man raised a finger. His finger seemed different from a normal person's; it was long, sharp, somewhat hooked, and covered with black scales.
"Hey, you dare to point at me? I think you don't know how many eyes King Ma has."
The security guard was amused and angered. He drew his stun baton, pointed it at the man dressed like a medieval knight, and said fiercely.
Without another word, he swung the baton at him, wanting him to know who was in charge here.
But in the next second, a sharp finger pierced the security guard's forehead. The guard's stun baton hadn't even touched the man before he died with his eyes wide open.
The man in the strange flaming mask didn't even glance at the dead security guard. Instead, he looked up at the sky, then proceeded in a certain direction. Everywhere he went, things went haywire, as if nothing could stop his advance.
Before long, he appeared at the gate of Liu Yilin's villa and walked in without hesitation.
The previously closed iron gate could not stop him. He walked towards it and rammed it, breaking the lock. Then, he swaggered in as if he were in an uninhabited place.
Ning Beichen, who was in his room, instantly flipped out of bed like a carp. Without even using the door, he climbed out of the window and, in a few quick steps, arrived in front of the man.
"Dark Knight!"
The moment Ning Beichen saw the man's attire, he knew his identity. Only these brainless individuals would be so arrogant.
For these people who lived in darkness like ascetics, their purpose was singular: to complete their missions. Nothing else could stop their advance.
"I smell the scent of death on you. It seems the person I'm looking for is you."
The Dark Knight's voice was hoarse.
"Silver Knights, Gold Knights, and now a Dark Knight. I wonder how many more knights your Holy Hall can send for me to slay."
Ning Beichen snorted coldly. Not long ago, he was wondering why the Holy Hall was silent. Now, they had arrived, and it was the Dark Knight, these monsters who lived in the Middle Ages.
"I am enough to deal with you."
The Dark Knight showed no human emotion. Even the eyes beneath his mask were red. He lunged at Ning Beichen.
His five sharp, scaled fingers were no less than sharp weapons. With a grab, accompanied by a whistling sound through the air, the air itself carried a scorched smell.