The first thing he did after reaching shore was to administer artificial respiration and perform other necessary resuscitation measures on Liu Yilin. Soon after, a violent coughing sound erupted, and Liu Yilin spat out several mouthfuls of water from her mouth before waking up.
"Ning Beichen, what... what happened? My head hurts so much," Liu Yilin said weakly.
Not only did her head feel dizzy, but her throat felt like it was burning. This was a common condition for most people after waking up from drowning, caused by stomach acid refluxing into the throat.
Although Ning Beichen had been giving her air in the water, he couldn't prevent water from entering her nose. However, the outcome was still good.
After carefully examining her, Ning Beichen told her, "It's okay, boss. Don't worry, someone tried to kill us just now."
As Ning Beichen spoke, the murderous aura that emanated from him startled the small birds in the reed bed into flight, showing just how furious he was at that moment.
He had thought he was done with the affairs of the Violet Family and could finally relax. Who would have expected these guys to be like maggots, appearing one after another?
He wondered if the person who attacked them this time was arranged by the Violet Family or by the Holy Temple.
But no matter who it was, Ning Beichen swore he would make them regret it for three lifetimes!
Time and time again, they thought that because the tiger didn't show its fangs, King Yama Ning was just a clay Buddha.
Cough, cough, cough...
At this moment, Liu Yilin coughed again, expelling the bitter river water from her stomach.
She was just an ordinary girl and had never suffered such hardship.
"Boss, it's safe here. You rest for a while, I'm going for revenge."
Ning Beichen said to Liu Yilin.
Before Liu Yilin could even speak, Ning Beichen had already disappeared.
What nonsense about a gentleman's revenge being ten years not too late? He, King Yama Ning, took revenge overnight. He who doesn't avenge his grievances is no gentleman.
Since this was not the outskirts but within the city, many people had witnessed what happened. However, they all thought it was an accident, standing on the edge of the overpass and looking down.
Some were calling the police, others were discussing the incident, and some were lamenting for the victims. Of course, there were also those who were just watching the show, their attitude being that it was none of their business.
Among the crowd, a man wearing a baseball cap was also craning his neck to look at the situation below, appearing no different from the usual onlookers.
After watching for a while and not seeing anyone emerge from the water, a cold smile appeared on his lips. He then retracted his head, pulled down his baseball cap, and walked towards the other side of the bridge.
However, as soon as he descended from the overpass, an arm suddenly rested on his shoulder, followed by an unfamiliar voice.
"Old Chen, so you're here. I've been looking for you for a long time. We haven't seen each other in ages, we must have a good drink this time."
"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Old Chen."
The man wearing the baseball cap said with displeasure.
He didn't know where this lunatic had suddenly come from.
"You're really not Old Chen?"
"I'm not anyone's Old Chen. Let go of my hand."
The man in the baseball cap replied with a look of disgust.
"Impossible, Old Chen, don't you recognize me anymore?"
"I told you, I'm not Old Chen. Are you out of your mind?"
The man in the baseball cap said angrily.
"You don't recognize me, yet you dared to try and kill me!"
Ning Beichen's expression turned ferocious, and his voice became sinister.
Upon hearing this, the man in the baseball cap's pupils contracted violently, and his first instinct was to reach for the weapon in his pocket.
However, Ning Beichen's fingers pinched the main bone of his spine.
With a crack!
Like the sound of an eggshell breaking, the man in the baseball cap froze. Just as he was about to let out a scream, Ning Beichen had already squeezed his throat, forcing him to swallow the cry.
"Don't make a sound, or you'll suffer even more."
A sinister voice whispered into his ear. The man in the baseball cap quickly nodded.
But Ning Beichen had done something to his spine that prevented his limbs from moving. Ning Beichen supported him as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in years, and led him away from the bustling crowd.
After a while, Ning Beichen brought him to a secluded spot. Ning Beichen then released him and, without a word, slapped him several times across the face, drawing blood from his ears.
"Who ordered you? Tell me, and I'll let you go more comfortably."
After the beating, Ning Beichen pointed at his nose and interrogated him.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about?"
The man in the baseball cap was stubborn and refused to admit anything.
"Don't take me for a fool. You won't talk? Then try this. I worked hard to find this thing in the Miao village. I rarely use it, but today, I'll let you have a taste."
Ning Beichen produced a green worm, about the size of a thumb, from somewhere. He forced the man's mouth open and shoved the worm inside.
Then Ning Beichen sealed his mouth to prevent him from spitting out the worm and made a few jabs at his body.
After a short while, the man in the baseball cap began to convulse all over, foaming at the mouth, and twitching on the ground.
About five minutes later, Ning Beichen poked him, and the man in the baseball cap stopped convulsing, but his body and limbs were still trembling.
"Speak, who sent you to kill me?"
Ning Beichen stared into his eyes, his gaze pressing down on him like a mountain.
"Stop... Stop! I'll say it, I'll say it..."
"It... it was someone named Lord Beile who paid me. He... he paid five million to take your lives."
"Who is Lord Beile?"
Ning Beichen asked him.
"I... I don't know him, but I know he's a very famous wealthy merchant in Dazhou. His subordinates found me and gave me a two million deposit. After the job is done, they'll give me the remaining three million."
The man in the baseball cap said quickly.
"Anything else? Tell me everything."
Ning Beichen memorized the information the man provided and continued to interrogate him.
About ten minutes later, Ning Beichen walked out of the shadows alone, and the man in the baseball cap was nowhere to be seen.
"Lord Beile... Xu Qinghai."
Ning Beichen's gaze, sharp as a knife, turned towards Dazhou. He whispered a name, his lips parting and closing.