Before the so-called Master Li could arrive, a crowd of people streamed in through several aisles of the banquet hall, blocking off the way out.
They were all security guards of Beidu Club. While they were nominally security guards, they were Huai Kebing's thugs. Huai Kebing was the club's behind-the-scenes owner, but the secret was rarely known. After Ning Tao pushed Huai Kebing to the ground at Beidu Club and wounded his bodyguards, these people all wanted to show their loyalty to their Young Master Huai.
A sudden silence hung over the banquet hall, but the atmosphere grew tenser.
This was the calm before the real storm. No one knew what terrible things Huai Kebing could do.
Fan Huaying was anxious and remorseful. Actually, it was he who persuaded Zhao Wushuang to come to the party, because if Zhao Wushuang wanted to stay in the entertainment industry, she couldn't avoid Huai Kebing. Since they had to meet sooner or later, sh
Huai Kebing intended to undermine Ning Tao's confidence step by step in the way he was best at, gradually infiltrating fear and pain into Ning Tao's bones before finally completely destroying him. It was just like the way a cat catching a mouse—the cat would bite the mouse to death after playing with it enough. However, it now appeared that Ning Tao, the mouse, didn't think much of Huai Kebing, the cat, and he tortured his people in front of him! If he continued to wait and remained unmoved, Dongsun Li would not be able to win back his lost face and prestige even if he stepped on Ning Tao. Huai Kebing raised his right hand. It was his signal to his people to act. As soon as he waved down his raised hand, his bodyguards and dozens of thugs would rush up to attack Ning Tao. Before he could wave his hand down, Ning Tao suddenly looked up at him and threatened coldly, "If one of your guys comes and hits me or my friend, I'll hit yo
A burst of dense and rapid footsteps suddenly sounded from the door. Then the clubhouse staff blocking in the doorway had to get out of the way. A group of policemen poured in through the front door, led by an officer with a gun in his hand. As soon as he came in, the officer shouted fiercely, "Nobody move!" Ning Tao stopped. He was not so bold as to fight in front of a policeman with a gun. In fact, he was usually not a megalomaniac, but a very rational person, if his evil side was not awakened. "Who hit them?" asked the leading officer in a threatening voice. Chen Tiansheng immediately raised his hand to Ning Tao and said, "That's the guy! He's responsible for all the injuries here. Get him!" The leading officer looked at Ning Tao and said with a sneer, "You are so lawless that you dare to beat people here. Take him!" A policeman took off his handcuffs and walked over to Ning Tao. Without hesitatio
At the capital airport. "I'll just take you right here." Ding Congjun parked his car in the fast channel. Due to the military license plate on his car, no airport police came to urge them to leave. Ning Tao who was in the front passenger seat, gave a wry smile and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry to send me back to Shan City?" Ding Congjun replied gravely, "You ask this question because you don't know about the Huai family in Beidu. The Huai family has a backer. I expect someone will come to my house soon to intercede. My father might make a deal with the Huai family to keep you safe and to get them to give up revenge on you, and then we let Huai Kebing go." "He grabbed a general's gun! It's a crime. Will he be spared his guilt?" exclaimed Ning Tao. "You know that better than I do," Ding Congjun said solemnly. "You have to know that those people in that hall will testify for Huai Kebing. They are all influentia
It was late at night, and there were no lights in Garden Street. In the Sky Clinic, Ning Tao was doing something extremely important. After returning from Qing Zhui's room to the Sky Clinic, he left everything that had happened recently behind and prepared to make Primary Elixirs. After all, his life was at stake. Having collected all the materials, he had no excuse for delay. After taking out all the materials, he treated water and impurities with alchemy fire. This was the technique he learned from the chapter of elixirs in the nameless medical book. It was also the first step. The second step was to cut up all the materials, pound them into powder with stone mortar, and then concentrate the powder with alchemy fire and the delicate perfumed tripod. After the above two steps, the original pile of materials were left with a small pile of crystal clear powder, which looked like the powder of crystals. After completing these two
Ning Tao waited longingly for an answer, but the sick woman pulled her husband aside and muttered something. "Do you think that young man is a liar?" the woman asked with an anxious look on her face. The man cast a furtive glance at Ning Tao, who was standing nearby waiting, and answered in a hushed voice, "Hush, keep it down, or he will hear you." "Oh," said the woman. "I don't think he's a liar," the man stated. "We don't have any money. What can he get from us? I think he looks like a fool..." In fact, Ning Tao heard the conversation between the couple, but when he heard the man say he was like a "fool", he did not feel uncomfortable in his heart. He just smiled and accepted it. There were still many poor people like this couple in this country. They had no skills, no connection to help them find a job to support their families, and still lived on the farm. For people who were healthy, their lives
When he returned to the clinic, Ning Tao brought back a bottle of ink. Different from the situation when Liu Shufen came to the clinic, when Ning Tao entered the clinic, the black and white energy of good and evil rose from the good-evil tripod, and the face on the tripod was "closing its eyes to rest", as if it didn't want to talk to Ning Tao. But Ning Tao got used to it. He put down the ink, and then opened the ledger of bamboo slips to see the balance of rent. The balance shown on the ledger was 124 points of good-evil rent, which was 76 points of last month's balance plus 48 points just earned from Liu Shufen. The 49 points he earned from Lin Qinghua were not included in the rent because he could not make Lin Qinghua "destroy the demon root himself", but he had known in advance that it would be a losing proposition, so he did not take it seriously. This month, the good-evil rent was 300 points, and the balance was 124 points. Ning Tao's
The botanical garden was covered in darkness, and the trees and buildings visible to the naked eye were only lumps of hazy shadows. The night wind blew through the tops of the trees, making thousands of branches rustle. It sounded as if someone was crying in the dark. Jiang Hao and Ning Tao snuck off the curb to the botanical garden gate. There was supposed to be guards at the gate, but there was nobody at the moment. The loss of cell phone signal, the blacked out botanical garden, and the absence of guards at the gate all indicated that something was wrong. Ning Tao suddenly remembered something and asked, "Who else is there in the botanical garden besides the guards? Or something important?" Jiang Hao was silent for a moment before she answered, "Lin Qinghua's in there. Liang Keming and his team of experts will be flying to Shan City tomorrow to restart the project of ancestor seeking. Liang Keming has ordered t
Shoop! Shoop! Shoop... Bullets came with the sound of tearing air and the searing heat, like a burning web trapping Ning Tao and Jiang Hao in the middle. There was a sniper on roof and militants on the ground closing in on them. The existential crisis easily trumped all distractions. Ning Tao took a deep breath, popped his hand out, and pulled the trigger. Bang! A bullet flew from the muzzle, and one of the militants fell to the ground, clutching his neck. Blood poured about a meter into the air from between his fingers. Apparently, he was struck in the carotid artery by the bullet. Ning Tao was going to shoot him in the chest, but at the moment he shot him, he got nervous and forgot Jiang Hao had told him to control the recoil. As a result, the muzzle went up a bit. Today, however, seemed to be his lucky day–not only had he repaired his inkstone, but he had also hit his target when he made a mistake.