Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 188 - 191: The 9th Person of Heavenly Gate

Chapter 188: Chapter 191: The 9th Person of Heavenly Gate

Chapter 191: The Ninth Man of Heavenly Gate

"Master, Master, don’t be too anxious, just maintain your distance from the car in front, and don’t get too close, otherwise, you might draw their attention."

"Relax, brother, I would help you out today no matter what. I’ve always hated their kind of dirty business the most. Lucky for them that they ran into me today. It must be fate that we have met; I won’t charge you for the ride today."

The middle-aged driver was now completely immersed in Lin Zifeng’s sorrowful sentiments, insisting vehemently on venting this anger for Lin Zifeng.

And in his heart, Lin Zifeng secretly sighed: Boss, I’m really sorry this time, I had to come up with such a melodramatic excuse.

Soon, the vehicle in front entered the suburbs of Yanjing, which, compared to Zhonghai, were pretty similar. The suburbs of Zhonghai City and Yanjing City were both areas with the worst control over their jurisdiction. The places were basic favorites for criminal cases and the Martial Arts World especially for their dealings, with a radius of a hundred miles and not a feather to be found. Even if someone was killed, within a few days, it is likely that even the corpse would not be preserved.

As the vehicle in front drove into the suburb, Lin Zifeng’s car followed closely. Hindered by weeds and banana plants, fortunately, the vehicle in front did not notice Lin Zifeng’s tailgating. To avoid easy detection by the others, Lin Zifeng deliberately had the driver switch the headlights to low beams, suppressing the light to the dimmest, and driving along the ruts left by the vehicle ahead.

Lin Zifeng furrowed his brows. It seemed that these guys came prepared tonight; otherwise, they wouldn’t have chosen such a desolate place. He instinctively touched the shoulder bag he carried, which contained a bronze mask and some miscellaneous clothing.

...

The driver talked with Lin Zifeng about women for nearly an hour during the ride. After hearing all that, Lin Zifeng inwardly sighed, no wonder the man had actually believed the dramatic story about his wife’s affair; he had gone through something similar before.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have believed Lin Zifeng’s words so readily.

When the vehicle in front entered an area overgrown with weeds and forest, Lin Zifeng from afar noticed dozens of lights shining in an open area amidst the wilderness.

"Master, stop the car."

"What happened?" the driver asked, somewhat confused.

"Master, such shameful family affairs should not be publicized, so it’s better if you wait here for me. After all, it’s a personal matter of mine. Could you... maybe..."

Lin Zifeng didn’t want the middle-aged driver to follow him in, as he might have to look after a bystander if something happened, which he wouldn’t be able to manage.

"Brother, you really shouldn’t say that, I must help you today no matter what, since we’ve met and are fated to be an acquaintance. Rest assured, I absolutely won’t spread the word about your wife’s infidelity."

The middle-aged driver was completely deceived by Lin Zifeng.

Lin Zifeng was now somewhat at a loss for words.

...

When the Buick Junwei entered the woods, it flashed its headlights in a coded pattern, three times briefly. Moments later, the vehicle ahead responded with a flash of its own lights.

Two muscular men clad in black opened the car door, holding a small bottle of highly irritating liquid to sniff above Nangong Bing’s delicate nose. With a powerful arm, they lifted Nangong Bing and strode towards the area ahead.

Feeling an intensely irritating gas filling her nerves, Nangong Bing suddenly regained consciousness, but sadly, she had no strength in her body. While blinding lights stung her corneas, Nangong Bing could only squint and quickly glance around, feeling a row of well-dressed men standing not far away, which made her heart start pounding wildly.

After years of experience in the business world, she had guessed what was going to happen next.

As the two men dragged Nangong Bing closer, she dazedly raised her head to look at a middle-aged man who was sitting straight and leering at her with a fiendish smile. Nangong Bing asked coldly and instinctively, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and the bright light shining on Nangong Bing immediately went off.

A man in a neat suit, with a half-goatee middle-aged man, was vigorously puffing a cigar thicker than his thumb. His face was filled with robust laughter.

Nangong Bing felt an incredibly repulsive and nauseating impression, and upon seeing the middle-aged man’s face, her first impression was one of undisguised disgust, and even her eyes revealed a trace of proud disdain.

"You must be Nangong Bing, right?"

Once the middle-aged man spoke, his disgustingly yellow teeth revealed as soon as he opened his mouth, caused Nangong Bing’s brows to uncontrollably furrow, showing extreme aversion.

"Who are you?" Nangong Bing stood up defiantly, unafraid. She had seen all sorts of tempests over the years, and though the situation today made her uneasy, her innate pride gave her extraordinary courage.

"Haha... Miss Nangong, you really are a noble who forgets things easily. Don’t you think I look like someone?" The middle-aged man’s face took on a sinister smile, he exhaled a thick ring of smoke, and his mood seemed somewhat distorted, as he waved his hand and grabbed Nangong Bing’s collar into his palm.

"Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about Miss Nangong so quickly!"

"Sun Tianyang!"

Suddenly, a name flashed through Nangong Bing’s mind.

"Good, you remember. I think Miss Nangong, you must know about my son’s affair."

The middle-aged man’s gaze was sharp, his facial muscles trembling slightly as he clenched his teeth and gripped Nangong Bing’s collar tightly, lifting her up to his face.

Staring at the face that slowly contorted, Nangong Bing’s eyes widened in disbelief, "You are Sun Tianyang’s father!"

"Does it not look like it?" The middle-aged man bit his teeth and stared fiercely into Nangong Bing’s eyes as dozens of men dressed as bodyguards surrounded them, protecting the man.

Each of them held a Japanese samurai sword, indicating some connection with the Japanese.

"Humph! A crooked beam leads to crooked columns; the son reflects the father." Nangong Bing showed no fear of the murderous intent emanating from the man’s gaze.

Previously, Sun Tianyang, whose crimes had been numerous, had schemed and set a trap for Nangong Bing, nearly becoming a victim of Sun Tianyang’s machinations, but the timely arrival of the man in the bronze mask allowed Nangong Bing to escape from danger luckily.

Otherwise, the consequences were unimaginable.

"Hahaha, Nangong Bing, what a fine name, as cold as the person," the man sneered. "I just wonder how cold you can remain after this."

Sun Ziliang mercilessly pushed Nangong Bing to the ground.

Despite the intimate contact with the hard floor, Nangong Bing didn’t even grunt.

She bit her teeth and glared at Sun Ziliang with loathing.

"Speak! Why did you want to kill my son? Who is the person behind you?" Sun Ziliang snatched a samurai sword from one of the bodyguards and, while staring at Nangong Bing, pressed the tip of the blade against her throat.

"If you’ve already discovered that your son’s death is connected to me, then why haven’t you figured out who did it?" Nangong Bing laughed instead of getting angry, her eyes showing disdain for Sun Ziliang. Bullying a woman, what kind of skill is that?

"Humph! Don’t provoke me, Miss Nangong. Do you think I really don’t know who did it? If you cooperate with me, I can let you go, and I promise I won’t hurt a single hair on your head," Sun Ziliang slowly retracted the samurai sword, tempting her with a bait.

"Do you think I’m a three-year-old? If I cooperate with you, wouldn’t that make my life, Nangong Bing’s, worthless?"

It was not surprising that Sun Ziliang could find a connection between Nangong Bing and his son’s death. After all, Sun Tianyang had once sent people to inquire about Nangong Bing, thus leaking information, but he could never find out who the actual murderer was. International professionals had investigated and found Sun Tianyang’s death peculiar.

They couldn’t find any trace through conventional investigative methods.

However, one thing was certain—Nangong Bing was involved in the matter, which is why Sun Ziliang deliberately planned this trap.

"You don’t have to talk, but I have a hundred ways to make you speak," Sun Ziliang said with a sinister smile, confidence curving his lips slightly upward.

"Is it not embarrassing for you men to bully a woman like this?"

In the midst of Sun Ziliang’s cold laughter, a sudden, hoarse, and aged voice came out of nowhere.

Nangong Bing’s face tightened in an instant!

This voice was so familiar—it nearly made Nangong Bing obsess over its owner for many days, longing to see him even if just once. He came without a trace and left without a shadow; no matter how much money she spent or how many private detectives she hired, his whereabouts remained elusive. Now, in the moment of her greatest danger when her life was threatened, he had appeared.

Had he always been watching over her in the shadows? Did he always care so much about her?

At that moment, Nangong Bing became utterly excited, even forgetting her fear of death.

Even though Sun Ziliang held a knife to her throat, every time she heard that voice, Nangong Bing felt as though she were the one being protected, a sense of intangible safety stirring her heart.

"Who’s there!"

Sun Ziliang shivered.

All those present suddenly became alert, their professional skills and acute senses failing to locate the source of the voice!

The entire place became uneasy.

"On guard!"

A resounding, commanding voice came from inside a vehicle, and in an instant, dozens of figures dressed in black, each holding a samurai sword modified from the ancient Tang sword of Huaxia, slowly drew their blades.

Lin Zifeng, wearing a blue bronze mask, had a stern face and black form-fitting combat clothes that fluttered in the wind. His expressionless face gave off an immense and oceanlike aura, as if he were an elder who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

Lin Zifeng stepped out from the jungle, each step casual and unhurried, his features mostly concealed by the blue bronze. The aura he emitted made many of the pretentious bodyguards swallow hard, as it was an aura only understood by those who had faced life and death.

"K-9 Death God!"

"The Ninth of the Heavenly Gate!"

Two exclamations burst forth uncontrollably.

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