"I care about him? What a joke, I don't care about him at all. I'm just afraid he'll be deceived, especially by foreign women. Who knows if they have good intentions?"
Liu Yilin said.
"Since you don't care about him, then what's his relationship with me got to do with you?"
"Since you want to know so badly, I'll tell you then. I'm his woman. Just the night before last, he slept in the same bed with me."
"Shameless! Ning Beichen is not that kind of person. He's in my room every night."
For some reason, Liu Yilin was provoked by Annie and blurted out something without thinking. Anyway, she just didn't want to lose, especially not to this wicked woman in front of her.
Ning Beichen, however, was unaware that the two women in the room were already at each other's throats. He was making arrangements for the night's operation.
Before long, a specialized compound bow appeared in his hands, and two small hand crossbows were clipped to his waist.
He had always disliked using firearms, as he believed that relying on them would hinder his progress. Therefore, he never touched them when he could avoid it.
Time quickly passed until evening. Ning Beichen, holding his compound bow, hid at a commanding position near the transaction site. He was accompanied by not only the specialized compound bow but also two quivers of arrows.
To him, the power of a compound bow was no less than that of firearms, only its speed was not as fast.
However, cold weapons had their own advantages, namely their silence, which firearms could not achieve.
Even with a silencer, firearms could not be truly silent. Only cold weapons could.
Therefore, it was Ning Beichen's use of cold weapons that earned him the title of King Yama.
When King Yama decrees a person must die before dawn, they will not live to see the morning. This was why his enemies feared Ning Beichen.
Of course, Ning Beichen's true ability was not hiding in the shadows and shooting arrows. That would be the work of an assassin, not King Yama. Ning Beichen's true power lay in his formidable personal strength, capable of making his enemies' hearts turn cold with despair.
Furthermore, his followers were all bloodthirsty killers. Thus, there were few who dared to provoke King Yama overseas, and those who foolishly challenged him were now beneath three feet of grass.
Ning Beichen remained calm. Although he was following his master's orders to protect Liu Yilin, it did not mean he would risk his life for her.
He would only help her within his capabilities. Otherwise, with a single command, he could have summoned his subordinates.
At that point, not to mention a mere "Thief God of a Thousand Faces," even a "Thief God of Ten Thousand Faces" would have no choice but to kneel before Ning Beichen and beg for mercy.
Before long, lights illuminated the area, and many cars could be seen driving towards the location.
As the car doors opened, it became apparent that the sellers dealing with the Thief God of a Thousand Faces came from all walks of life.
There were men dressed in suits and ties, looking like successful businessmen, as well as individuals in camouflage, and others covered in tattoos who clearly meant trouble.
Without exception, all of them were carrying password-protected briefcases filled with cash.
The Thief God of a Thousand Faces never used electronic transfers, only cash transactions. Therefore, everyone was aware of his modus operandi and no one arrived empty-handed.
Upon meeting, some greeted each other warmly with hugs, like old friends, while others eyed each other with hostility, clearly wishing to kill their rivals. However, at this moment, they refrained from conflict before the transaction.
Although the Thief God of a Thousand Faces appeared to have no significant backing, his mastery of disguise was so profound that if he didn't wish to be found, even these major powers could do nothing to him.
A strikingly beautiful foreign woman with long legs stepped out of a red sports car, carrying a briefcase. A single red beauty mark graced the corner of her lips.
As the woman alighted from the car, many of the sellers' expressions shifted slightly. It wasn't that her beauty made them change color, but rather her formidable background. She represented a highly secretive department of the most powerful nation on Earth.
However, everyone present was no ordinary individual. While they harbored some apprehension towards this woman, they were not so easily intimidated as to flee.
In the face of absolute profit, these people, who would even dare to stab God in the back, would not show her any deference. At this moment, it was about who had the greater power and the stronger fist.
Nonetheless, the woman's arrival caused some less capable individuals to withdraw voluntarily. They knew their chances of winning were slim and decided it was better to show her some respect.
After the woman stepped out, her fifteen-centimeter high-heeled boots clicked on the concrete. She paid no attention to the people around her. Following her were two men with expressionless faces, individuals often referred to as emotionless killing machines.
Or perhaps, killing monsters. These were not ordinary people but were rigorously trained and injected with powerful gene-enhancing drugs, making them veritable monsters impervious to blades and bullets.
Therefore, as the woman, flanked by these two monsters, approached, many people actively moved aside, wanting no interaction with her and seeking to avoid any conflict.
Despite her seductive beauty, it was futile to speak of romance with such a woman. She would forever be loyal to one person, one department, one country, without any personal emotions of her own.
Meanwhile, Ning Beichen, concealed at the elevated vantage point, observed the scene below with a placid expression. Whether it was this woman or the others, they were all the same in his eyes. As for the two killing machines she brought, Ning Beichen dismissed them with disdain.
Invincible to blades and bullets? He had slain countless such beings before.
However, the sellers had arrived one after another, yet the Thief God of a Thousand Faces was nowhere to be seen.
Nevertheless, they were not concerned about his potential absence.
The Thief God of a Thousand Faces was a man of his word; if he said he would come, he would, without fail. This was precisely why he had earned the trust of so many.
As time passed, the atmosphere at the scene grew quiet. Everyone was looking around, but none could spot Ning Beichen, hidden at the commanding height.
"Apologies for keeping you all waiting."
Just as some began to grow impatient, a stout figure emerged from the darkness.
Each time the Thief God of a Thousand Faces appeared, he adopted a different persona. Even though he had spoken, no one knew if he was the genuine Thief God.
However, they didn't care who he was. They only cared about the information, as long as it was authentic.