As screams erupted and people fell one after another, the remaining hidden gunmen began to waver, some even fleeing.
Money was good, and Johnson was generous, but one needed to be alive to spend it.
Less than ten minutes had passed since Johnson ordered the attack on Ning Beichen, and all the gunmen he had arranged to ambush Ning Beichen were finished, either dead or fled.
Apart from the lingering smell of gunpowder, the scene had become quiet.
Johnson, observing from above, was so terrified that his soul had left his body and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
His first instinct was to escape, for this man was not human, but a devil.
No, he was more terrifying than a devil.
Now he finally understood.
Why the "Nu Gui" with its vast power could not defeat him alone.
But he was upstairs with nowhere to run. If he ran down, wouldn't he run straight into the devil's arms?
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
Johnson whispered to himself, trying to brainwash himself and dispel his fear of Ning Beichen.
Soon, Johnson's gaze fell upon the woman hanging in the air. An idea struck him. He pulled out a pistol, pointed it at her, and shouted down.
"Come out, or I'll kill her right now!"
Ning Beichen, who was about to go and deal with Johnson, frowned slightly. He emerged from the shadows, looking up at Johnson, seeing him as a dead man already.
"You want to save her? Then kneel down and beg me, or I'll kill her now."
Johnson roared, his gun pointed at the woman's head.
He was merely putting on a show of strength, using the woman to threaten Ning Beichen, because he knew she was his bargaining chip. If he were foolish enough to kill her, he would be truly finished, as Ning Beichen would never let him go.
But he had misunderstood the relationship between Ning Beichen and the woman. She was merely Isabella's friend, not Ning Beichen's. Even if she were Ning Beichen's friend, Ning Beichen would not kneel to him.
Therefore, Johnson's actions not only failed to threaten Ning Beichen but instead thoroughly enraged him.
"Kneel down!"
Johnson, unaware, even felt a sense of triumph, believing he had Ning Beichen's life in his hands.
Ning Beichen looked at Johnson, a dagger sliding from his sleeve into his palm. Johnson, being too high up, did not see Ning Beichen's movement.
"Bang!"
Seeing that Ning Beichen did not kneel, Johnson pulled the trigger.
However, he did not aim at the woman but fired into an empty space, primarily to warn Ning Beichen that he was not bluffing.
But at that moment, Ning Beichen suddenly charged forward three steps and flung his arm towards Johnson, twenty meters in the air.
Johnson, still threatening Ning Beichen, suddenly felt a strong sense of danger, making him panic.
But he was not Ning Beichen, nor was he a master. Although his mind sent signals to dodge, his body, lacking relevant training, could not synchronize.
In his panic, however, he fired at the woman.
Whether from nervousness or a desire for mutual destruction, the bullet missed the woman and struck the rope.
The woman, hanging suspended, plummeted from a height of nearly twenty meters.
At that very moment, the dagger Ning Beichen had thrown had already crossed the distance between him and Johnson, like a flash of death, slicing through Johnson's throat.
Johnson's eyes widened, blood spurted from his throat, his lips quivered. In his final moments, he couldn't comprehend how anyone could throw a dagger dozens of meters.
It defied logic!
But he had no more time to ponder, as death had claimed his last consciousness. His body, like a toppling tree, fell straight backward.
Ning Beichen, not a moment to spare, shot forward like a rocket with flames on its tail, a blur of motion, rushing towards where the woman was falling.
With a thud.
Ning Beichen embraced the falling woman with both arms, stomping his feet hard on the ground. The ground where his feet landed cracked like a spiderweb due to the immense impact.
However, Ning Beichen was not unscathed. A mouthful of blood spurted from his lips, falling drop by drop onto the woman.
Fortunately, Ning Beichen had absorbed most of the impact when he caught her. Only a small amount of the shock force remained on her. But she was just an ordinary woman, and she still suffered some internal injuries, though at least her life was no longer in danger.
Ning Beichen carefully placed the woman on the ground.
She had fainted. Ning Beichen examined her and found that her lungs had been impacted. Her injuries were not severe and would require only ten days to half a month of recovery.
Ning Beichen breathed a sigh of relief. However, there was still one matter to attend to: Johnson.
Although Ning Beichen was confident that his throw had killed him, he still needed to go up and confirm it, and retrieve his dagger.
In Ning Beichen's heart, his dagger was far more important than Johnson.
Soon, Ning Beichen found Johnson's corpse. His throw had hit Johnson precisely in the head. He was as dead as one could be.
Ning Beichen retrieved his dagger, wiped off the blood, and put it away. He didn't even glance at Johnson before leaving with the woman in his arms.
A few days later, television news reported the incident. The outside world, including Charles, learned of Johnson's death.
It wasn't that Charles was slow to realize, but Ning Beichen had left directly after rescuing Isabella's friend and had not returned to find him, so he was unaware of the situation.
He had spent the past few days in anxiety, fearing that if Ning Beichen had failed, Johnson would come to settle accounts with him.
Or perhaps Ning Beichen, disliking him, would also eliminate him, the witness, to silence him.
However, none of that happened. The outcome was that Johnson was dead, and in addition to him, the Moroccan authorities discovered over a hundred fully armed bodies at the abandoned factory.
The authorities conducted some investigations and searches, but no useful information was obtained. Finally, the incident was classified as a conflict between criminal groups.