Inside the Taekwondo dojo at this moment, the people arranged by Liu Zhe had already started causing trouble.
“Stop!”
As soon as Ning Beichen entered, a group of people blocked his path.
“Everyone, please don't misunderstand. My boss is here to meet a client, not to challenge the dojo,” Ning Beichen explained, standing in front of Liu Yilin.
“This beautiful lady is your boss? Wow, she’s quite pretty.”
When the people at the Taekwondo dojo saw Liu Yilin behind Ning Beichen, their eyes lit up. Seven or eight pairs of eyes all fixed on Liu Yilin, looking like wolves in spring.
“Where are your dog eyes looking?” Ning Beichen couldn't help but frown, saying with slight displeasure, but he didn't make a move. As a qualified bodyguard, besides protecting his employer, the most important primary duty was to absolutely not act willfully and cause trouble for his employer.
“Heh, it’s not impossible to come in, but have your boss entertain us for a bit.” One guy reluctantly pulled his gaze away from Liu Yilin and said with a grin. Their appearance here was to find trouble for Ning Beichen, and the reason was unimportant. If there was no reason, any excuse would do.
“You’re looking for death!” Ning Beichen, or rather, Ning Yanwang's face had already darkened. Bodyguards indeed couldn't cause extra trouble for their employers, but that didn't mean they could remain indifferent when their employer was insulted.
“You’re the one looking for death. Kneel down for me!” The head disciple of the Taekwondo dojo roared and threw a punch at Ning Beichen like lightning. He had intended to cause trouble from the start, and his punch was aimed at Ning Beichen’s chest. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hit his face, but Ning Beichen was too tall, and his straight punch could only reach Ning Beichen’s chest. The other people watched Ning Beichen with a look of amusement. The one attacking Ning Beichen was their dojo’s head disciple, who had the strength of a fifth-dan black belt and could easily break ten stacked wooden boards with one punch. Therefore, in his eyes, he could already foresee Ning Beichen’s miserable fate. However, the head disciple’s attack seemed as slow as a snail to Ning Beichen. Ning Beichen didn't use any special techniques; instead, he struck first and met the incoming punch with his own. "Bang!" A sound that made one's teeth ache echoed, like beating a cowhide drum in an empty room. The Taekwondo dojo's 'head disciple' let out a scream like Pigsy, clutching his swollen arm. He stumbled back seven or eight steps before regaining his balance.
“Head disciple!” The group who were originally waiting to watch the show didn't see Ning Beichen kneeling and begging for mercy. Instead, they saw their invincible head disciple being repelled by Ning Beichen with a single punch.
“Attack, let’s all attack together.” These Taekwondo practitioners no longer cared about fairness. Seven or eight of them attacked Ning Beichen simultaneously.
“Hassou!”
“Huha!”
“Yaayayaya!”
Four feet flew through the air, two fists came from left and right, an elbow attacked Ning Beichen’s center, and a flying knee strike all whistled towards Ning Beichen. Ning Beichen stood his ground, not retreating half a step. As their attacks arrived, they found they couldn't even see Ning Beichen's movements clearly, but they could hear the constant sounds of bones breaking and screams from the scene. In the blink of an eye, six or seven people lay sprawled on the wooden floor, with broken legs and arms, crying out in pain and begging for mercy. Ning Beichen hadn't spoken yet when a dazzling display of leg shadows kicked towards him. The one delivering the kicks was the Taekwondo dojo’s head disciple. The head disciple was furious. Although his arm was injured, his legs were fine. So many of them, on the館長's orders, were supposed to deal with this person called Ning Beichen, only to be beaten like dogs. How could he face the 館長? Ning Beichen watched this guy perform like a gymnast in front of him, constantly doing backflips, front flips, side flips, and 360-degree spins in the air on the floor. After landing, he followed up with a two-and-a-half-turn kick. The movements were indeed good-looking and flashy, but after flipping for so long, he finally reached Ning Beichen, only to deliver just one kick in the end.
“Flashy moves!” Ning Beichen snorted disdainfully and casually threw a punch. With a "snap," it landed on the sole of the Taekwondo head disciple's foot. A destructive force sent the Taekwondo dojo's head disciple somersaulting backward three and a half times. Then, his knees slammed heavily onto the floor, his forehead striking the floor with a heavy thud. A bone-cracking sound, which made one's teeth ache, could be heard. Even without experiencing it firsthand, one knew how painful that heavy knee-strike must have been. His kneecap was likely cracked. Liu Yilin, who was hiding behind Ning Beichen, watched in dumbfounded amazement. Before coming, she already knew this was a setup arranged by her best friend, intended to use Taekwondo masters to deal with Ning Beichen. However, what she saw was her best friend's so-called Taekwondo masters being beaten like children by Ning Beichen, one punch at a time. It couldn't have been easier.
“Could this guy really be a bodyguard? Was everything he said before true?” Liu Yilin was a little panicked, finding that the stun gun and pepper spray in her hand no longer provided her with enough sense of security.
“How dare you insult Taekwondo!” At this moment, an enraged man came down from upstairs. Seeing all his disciples lying on the ground, he almost gnashed his teeth to pieces.
“My apologies, I wasn’t insulting Taekwondo, I was insulting you,” Ning Beichen said calmly, then turned to Liu Yilin behind him and asked, “Boss, is he the important client you wanted to see?” Liu Yilin quickly shook her head. She wasn’t here to see any client; she was here to lead Ning Beichen to his death.
“Since he’s not the boss’s important client, then I can rest assured,” Ning Beichen nodded and said. Just as Liu Yilin was looking confused, she saw Ning Beichen suddenly slap the face of the Taekwondo dojo’s 館長 and yell, “I am insulting you, what are you going to do about it?” Since he wasn’t the boss’s important client, why should he be polite? Ning Beichen wasn't blind; this guy was clearly the mastermind. Liu Zhe was stunned by Ning Beichen's slap. It wasn't that he didn't dodge, but he simply couldn't. Ning Beichen's speed was too fast.
“Ah!” Liu Zhe roared and kicked at Ning Beichen with a spinning back kick, emitting a "snap" sound as it cut through the air. A blur of afterimages kicked towards Ning Beichen's neck. Liu Zhe showed no mercy, aiming to kick Ning Beichen to death with a single blow.