"No, no, I swear, I absolutely did not touch this woman."
After carefully examining Liu Yixin's photo for a moment, Han Xin immediately shook his head and denied it to Ning Beichen.
Ning Beichen, throughout the entire process, had been observing Han Xin's expression and listening to his heartbeat, finding that Han Xin did not seem to be lying.
If Han Xin had lied to him, Ning Beichen believed he would not have been able to hide it from his eyes.
"Alright, I'll give you one day. Find this woman for me, and I'll spare your life. If you can't find her, you'll be waiting for death."
Ning Beichen glared at him fiercely and said.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll go find her immediately."
Han Xin agreed without any hesitation.
As for revenge, he didn't even dare to think about it now. Pei Xiangyuan had already died by his hand; how could he possibly seek revenge?
Even if he did seek revenge, he would have to survive first.
Ning Beichen had only given him one day to find the person, and Han Xin dared not delay or procrastinate. He immediately ordered all his personnel and activated all his channels to help Ning Beichen find the woman.
Han Xin was indeed the underground emperor of the West Market. In just half a day, news about Liu Yixin had returned.
However, they had not found the person. They only learned that someone had seen Liu Yixin being taken into a yellow sports car. This sports car was also recognized as belonging to the son of the wealthy Huang Yinghai of the West Market.
"Mr. Ning, I've done my best. Although I have some influence in the West Market, I don't dare to offend that Huang Yinghai."
Han Xin said to Ning Beichen with his head bowed in fear.
"What is the background of this Huang Yinghai?"
Ning Beichen was somewhat surprised. Han Xin could be considered the underground king of the West Market, yet he surprisingly found someone in the West Market whom he dared not offend.
"He is the richest man in the West Market. I heard he has connections to the Qing Ye Sect. In any case, no one in the West Market dares to offend him."
Han Xin told Ning Beichen.
"Qing Ye Sect..."
Ning Beichen pondered the words "Qing Ye Sect" for a moment.
If this Huang Yinghai was truly connected to the Qing Ye Sect, then Han Xin truly wouldn't dare to offend him.
The Qing Ye Sect could be considered one of the few martial arts sects still carrying on their legacy today.
Although Ning Beichen had not interacted with them, he had heard some news about the Qing Ye Sect.
It was rumored that the sect leader of the Qing Ye Sect had already achieved the cultivation of a Grandmaster ten years ago. However, Ning Beichen was not entirely sure if the information was true, as he had spent most of his time overseas in the past and was not very familiar with these sects in China.
But rumors are not always baseless. Ning Beichen never dared to underestimate the sects of these Eastern ancient countries. These sects could be passed down for hundreds, even thousands, of years; they wouldn't exist without Grandmasters.
If nothing else, the Sacred Hall overseas had also been passed down for a thousand years, and Ning Beichen knew very well how difficult they were to deal with.
However, no matter how difficult they were to deal with, Ning Beichen could not just ignore Liu Yixin. If Liu Yixin was indeed taken away by Huang Yinghai's son, Ning Beichen would have to rescue her, no matter what.
But if the sect leader of the Qing Ye Sect truly had the cultivation of a Grandmaster, then it would be troublesome. He wondered if the Qing Ye Sect's Grandmaster was more powerful, or if he, Ning Beichen, was superior.
His master had once said that most of the Grandmasters in this modern era relied on medicinal aids to advance, and could not be considered true Grandmasters; at best, they could be called half-step Grandmasters. If he were to face the Qing Ye Sect leader, he might not necessarily lose.
After some thought, Ning Beichen decided that no matter what, he couldn't abandon Liu Yixin. If he truly angered him, he could just bring out his old man and crush them to death.
However, Ning Beichen did not want to trouble his master unless absolutely necessary.
"Give me Huang Yinghai's address."
Ning Beichen said to Han Xin after thinking for a while.
"Mr. Ning, that Huang Yinghai is not someone to be trifled with. You... do you really intend to go find him?"
Han Xin, for reasons unknown, actually tried to persuade Ning Beichen. Logically, if Ning Beichen went to provoke Huang Yinghai, Han Xin should have been pleased.
However, Ning Beichen ignored him, asked for Huang Yinghai's address, but this did not mean Ning Beichen had truly let Han Xin off the hook. He directly and forcefully poked him, then told him:
"If you don't return within three days, then you can wait for death."
Ning Beichen wasn't really planning to kill him; he was not a man of his word who would go back on his promise. He did this merely to prevent Han Xin from playing any tricks behind his back.
It was hard to guard against a petty person. It was possible that after Ning Beichen left, this fellow would come up with some other wicked idea, or even collude with that Huang Yinghai to deal with him. Therefore, Ning Beichen had to be cautious.
After obtaining Huang Yinghai's address from Han Xin, Ning Beichen did not linger. He immediately went to find Huang Yinghai.
Even Ning Beichen had not expected that Liu Yixin's disappearance would be linked to the Qing Ye Sect. No wonder his own people had investigated for so long without any clues, and in the end, he had to rely on Han Xin, the local power broker.
Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa complex, Liu Yixin, whom Ning Beichen was looking for, was indeed inside.
"Huang Haibo, you scoundrel, you shameless scoundrel, let me go quickly!"
Liu Yixin was locked in a room, and she was banging on the door with all her might.
After a while, the door opened, and a young man in his early twenties walked in.
"Yixin, I've told you many times, as long as you agree to marry me, I'll let you out."
Huang Haibo said to Liu Yixin.
"Scoundrel!"
Upon seeing Huang Haibo appear, Liu Yixin was filled with rage and slapped him across the face.
However, her wrist was grabbed by Huang Haibo, preventing her from moving.
"Yixin, why are you so stubborn? What's wrong with marrying me? We were classmates, you know, I liked you when we were studying."
Huang Haibo said to Liu Yixin with a look of deep affection.
"Huang Haibo, let go of me, you're hurting my hand! I don't like you. If you don't let me go, I'll call the police and have you arrested."
Liu Yixin said with a pained expression.
"Yixin, I truly like you. What's wrong with me? I have money, I have power, I can give you anything you want. You won't find a better man than me in this world."
Huang Haibo said to Liu Yixin.
"Huang Haibo, I've told you many times, I have no feelings for you. Can you stop bothering me?"
Liu Yixin was extremely anxious. She had come to the West Market with her team to perform, and she didn't know how Huang Haibo had found out about her itinerary. She had just left the hotel, preparing to buy something, when she ran into him.
This Huang Haibo was her classmate, but Liu Yixin had no romantic feelings for him, only regarding him as a friend, a classmate.
Huang Haibo had invited her to dinner, and Liu Yixin had not thought much of it at the time, thinking it was just a gathering of classmates, so she politely agreed.
However, during the meal, this Huang Haibo suddenly proposed to her, which stunned Liu Yixin.