"So the question is, should I meddle in this affair?"
Ning Beichen pondered for a moment, deciding it would be best to go back to sleep. Other people's business was none of his.
However, just as he stepped out from behind the utility pole, both individuals looked at him at the same instant, making Ning Beichen feel quite awkward.
"Excuse me, I'm just passing by. Please continue."
Ning Beichen waved his hand at them, indicating his disinterest in interfering.
Yet, Nan Gongfeiyan's cry of "Junior Brother" shattered the quiet night.
"Junior Brother, it's really you! Hurry and help me, Chen Sanfeng is trying to steal my belongings."
Nan Gongfeiyan shouted loudly at Ning Beichen.
"Junior Brother?"
Ning Beichen stopped, looking at Nan Gongfeiyan with a strange expression. He had no idea when he had suddenly acquired an elder sister.
"Is this Nan Gongfeiyan trying to deceive Chen Sanfeng?"
Ning Beichen halted his steps but did not move forward. He did not walk over either.
He, Ning Yanwang, was no fool. Just because Nan Gongfeiyan called him junior brother, he wouldn't shoulder this responsibility. Ning Beichen was not an idiot.
"Junior Brother, I came specifically to find you."
Nan Gongfeiyan did not seem to be faking it, which was the only reason Ning Beichen didn't leave immediately. However, he had never heard the old man mention any other disciples besides himself. If there were, he would have known.
But when Nan Gongfeiyan produced a token, Ning Beichen's expression changed drastically.
This was because the token belonged to his master, and only his master possessed such a thing. Furthermore, such a token was impossible to counterfeit.
Regardless of whether Nan Gongfeiyan was his senior sister or not, Ning Beichen was certain she was connected to his master. Therefore, he could not stand idly by.
"Senior Sister, why didn't you inform me beforehand? I could have come to pick you up."
Ning Beichen said loudly while walking towards Nan Gongfeiyan.
Soon, Ning Beichen reached Nan Gongfeiyan's side, drawing her into his protective embrace.
Ning Beichen's sudden appearance as a "junior brother" caught Chen Sanfeng by surprise. The coincidence was too incredible.
However, he quickly recovered and burst into laughter, mocking them.
"Hahaha… Nan Gongfeiyan, if you're going to play pretend, at least do it convincingly. You found just anyone to claim as your junior brother? Do you take me, Chen Sanfeng, for a fool?"
"Besides, Nan Gongfeiyan, even you are no match for me. So what if he's truly your junior brother? Am I supposed to be afraid of him!"
Chen Sanfeng looked at Ning Beichen and threatened him, "Kid, I don't know what benefits Nan Gongfeiyan gave you to pretend to be her junior brother, but I advise you not to get involved in this mess. Be careful not to lose your life."
"Senior Sister, who is this annoying fellow? His stench is so foul, it can be smelled even from tens of meters away on the street."
Ning Beichen tilted his head and looked at Nan Gongfeiyan, making a gesture of an overwhelming stench.
Nan Gongfeiyan couldn't help but chuckle, but then she said to Ning Beichen, "Junior Brother, don't underestimate him. He is Chen Sanfeng, a descendant of the renowned Chen Family Boxing. He's very formidable."
"Don't worry, Senior Sister. I don't care if he's Chen Sanfeng or Chen Sifeng. Anyone who dares to bully you and steal your belongings, I'll smash his dog head into brains."
Ning Beichen said boastfully.
"With you? Then I'll kill you first, you cheap junior brother!"
Chen Sanfeng sneered and threw a punch at Ning Beichen from a distance, with no warning whatsoever.
"Junior Brother, dodge!"
Nan Gongfeiyan unhesitatingly stepped in front of Ning Beichen, intending to shield him from Chen Sanfeng's punch with her own injured body!
With a thunderous roar.
Nan Gongfeiyan, who was prepared to take Chen Sanfeng's punch head-on, waited for his attack but it never came.
She quickly looked forward and saw that Ning Beichen had somehow bypassed her. His arm was extended, his fist facing Chen Sanfeng.
Chen Sanfeng had already landed more than ten meters away, lying on the ground and spitting blood uncontrollably.
"You… you're not Nan Gongfeiyan's junior brother. Nan Gong family's martial arts don't have this kind of explosive force!"
Chen Sanfeng said in terror, spitting blood.
"Hahaha…"
"Chen Sanfeng, so you have your day. He is indeed my junior brother, but I never said he learned our Nan Gong family's martial arts."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, I don't believe it!"
"Die!"
Chen Sanfeng used all four limbs, forcefully pushing off the ground. With a bang, he leaped up like a giant toad, charging at Ning Beichen with lightning speed.
Bang! Bang!
A decorative tree by the roadside was broken by his punch. Then, with a side kick, he sent a meter-tall iron trash can flying towards Ning Beichen.
The trash can spun in the air, emitting a whistling sound along with a large amount of foul-smelling garbage spilling from it. It hurtled towards Ning Beichen with a force no less than that of falling from a hundred meters high.
Facing the flying trash can, Ning Beichen took two steps forward and delivered a "dragon's tail sweep" kick.
Clang!
The side of the trash can was visibly dented.
Ning Beichen's kick sent the trash can flying back with even greater speed.
Chen Sanfeng let out a roar!
With two punches, "bang! bang!", he struck the trash can again, sending it flying back.
Ning Beichen supported himself with one hand on the ground, performed a front flip, and with a kick, sent the hapless trash can back towards Chen Sanfeng.
The innocent trash can now became a shuttlecock between the two of them, being kicked back and forth. Its body was already dented and uneven, turning into a piece of scrap metal before finally crashing to the ground, sparking.
With the iron can no longer in play, Chen Sanfeng leaped forward and punched down at Ning Beichen from above.
Ning Beichen, having not encountered a skilled opponent for a long time, felt a bit eager. He did not use his full strength, only about half, and sparred with Chen Sanfeng.
Even so, Chen Sanfeng was beaten to the point where he could not retaliate.
Three swift kicks landed on Chen Sanfeng's body, the last one hitting him directly in the chest.
Chen Sanfeng cried out in pain, spitting blood profusely. He lay on the ground, barely breathing.
But he desperately raised his head and stared intently at Ning Beichen, as if trying to remember him before he died.
Ning Beichen did not need to deliver a finishing blow. Within a quarter of an hour, Chen Sanfeng breathed his last.
His eyes were wide open, fixed in the direction of Ning Beichen, his gaze filled with an unwillingness to die.