Not long after, Ning Beichen returned to the reeds and took Liu Yilin away.
This incident truly angered him!
He usually didn't even pay attention to the Violet Orchid family and the Holy Temple, but this time he almost perished at the hands of a guy named Master Beile. How could Ning Beichen not be enraged?
He didn't even know what grudge or enmity he had with this Master Beile.
He had always thought that the ones dealing with him and Liu Yilin were people from the Holy Temple, or assassins secretly hired by the Violet Orchid family. But it turned out to be someone he didn't know at all.
Master Beile couldn't have targeted them for no reason; there must be a cause. Therefore, Ning Beichen was determined to find out.
However, dealing with Master Beile didn't require Ning Beichen to personally intervene. With a single phone call, Master Beile, who was indulging himself in some woman's bed, was captured by masked men.
One day later.
On a desolate mountain, a man was buried in a pit, with only his neck exposed. His face was crawling with black ants.
"Help! Help!"
"Someone, save me!"
Master Beile was already scared out of his wits. He was abducted by masked men in the middle of the night and brought to this desolate mountain. These people didn't interrogate him, nor did they demand any ransom. Instead, they dug a pit and buried him in it.
Master Beile, who had always lived a life of luxury, had never experienced anything like this. He was terrified, his spirit already shattered.
Especially since his eyes could see the black ants crawling into his nostrils, eyes, ears, and mouth. It scared him to death.
At this moment, he would rather be beaten than die in such fear.
"No use shouting. This is a desolate wilderness, and no one will come to save you. The louder you shout, the faster you'll die, because those ants love to crawl into mouths."
At this moment, Ning Beichen's voice sounded from afar.
Master Beile had been buried for over ten hours and hadn't had a drop of water. He was too weak to even shout for help. Upon hearing someone speak, a surge of survival instinct coursed through him. He desperately opened his eyes and looked at the man approaching him.
"Who... who exactly are you? Why did you kidnap me? I have money, a lot of money. If you let me go, I'll give you whatever you want."
Master Beile said weakly. Even at this point, he still thought his kidnapper was a bandit seeking wealth.
"You are Master Beile?"
Ning Beichen found a broken chair with only three legs, which was torn and tattered, from somewhere. With a "bang," he placed it in front of Beile. One of its three legs was broken, leaving only two. Nevertheless, Ning Beichen sat down steadily and crossed his legs.
"Yes, I am. Brother, please spare me. Aren't you here for money? I have it, I have a lot of money. I can give it all to you."
Xu Qinghai quickly begged Ning Beichen.
"Oh, you have a lot of money?"
Ning Beichen asked him leisurely.
"Yes, I have a lot of money. If you let me go, I'll give you a million. No, no, I'll give you two million."
Xu Qinghai said.
In his mind, he probably mistook Ning Beichen for a ransom-seeking kidnapper, so he thought offering two million was enough to buy his life.
"What? So your life is only worth two million?"
Ning Beichen said with a cold smile.
"No, no, no... I have more. I'll give you three million, three million..."
Xu Qinghai shouted.
"Tsk tsk tsk... Master Beile's life is only worth three million? Then you, Master Beile, are too cheap."
Ning Beichen let out a sarcastic sound.
"Five million, I'll give you five million. Think about it, even if you kidnap those super-rich, you might not get that much. And I promise you, I will never call the police."
Xu Qinghai said to Ning Beichen.
"Slap!"
Xu Qinghai's words were met with a slap from Ning Beichen, which made him dizzy and bewildered, not knowing what this kidnapper wanted.
"Alright, I'll be upfront. I'm not a kidnapper, I'm here to collect a debt."
Ning Beichen took out a tissue to wipe his hands, then threw it away with a look of disgust, as if he hadn't just slapped Master Beile's face, but a sticky lump of cow dung.
"Collect a debt?"
Xu Qinghai was also stunned. He couldn't recall ever owing anyone a debt. Even if he did owe money, why would they kidnap him here?
"Okay, okay, how much do you want? I'll give you double."
Xu Qinghai realized at this moment that the person in front of him was no benevolent soul and dared not bargain further. He just wanted to end this inhuman torture as soon as possible.
"Heh heh, you can't afford to double it."
Ning Beichen lowered his head, looked at him, and grinned, speaking with a somewhat sinister tone.
Seeing Ning Beichen's sinister smile, Xu Qinghai's scalp tingled. He quickly promised Ning Beichen that no matter how much money he wanted, he would find a way to provide it.
"I told you, you can't afford it. Alright, your time is running out. Tell me, why did you want to kill me and Liu Yilin?"
Ning Beichen didn't want to waste any more time with him.
"You... you are Ning Beichen!"
Xu Qinghai was almost scared out of his soul. If he hadn't been buried in the ground, he would have run away immediately.
At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of Ning Beichen's words, "you can't afford it."
"You're not entirely stupid."
Ning Beichen admitted his identity.
"Ning Beichen, it has nothing to do with me. It wasn't me who wanted to kill you."
Xu Qinghai shouted urgently.
"Heh heh, do you take me for a fool? Or do you consider yourself a fool?"
"Your men crashed my car off the overpass, and you still say such irresponsible words? You make me very unhappy, do you know? You probably don't want to know how serious the consequences of my unhappiness can be."
Ning Beichen raised his hand as if to slap him, but then he lowered it. He opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto Xu Qinghai's face.
"Ning Beichen, it really wasn't me who wanted to kill you. Believe me, you must believe me. I can... I can offer you more, ten million, no! One hundred million, I'll give you one hundred million."
Xu Qinghai was completely flustered.
How could he have imagined that the assassin would fail, and that he would be found out for arranging it? This was not something that could be resolved with a small amount of money.
At this moment, what he hated most was not Ning Beichen, but the assassin.
It was a shame that the assassin claimed to be renowned in the martial world, having killed countless people without ever failing. Yet, he had even exposed his employer behind the scenes.