At the moment before he fainted, he seemed to see a man in a black shirt with a body as tall as a gun and a scar on his face running towards him with undisguised concern and nervousness.

Who is he? Why did he save me? Also, why did he look at me with such concern? But he couldn't think too much. The injury was so severe that he was burned inside, and his vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

Scar was covered in cold sweat, secretly glad that he had saved the young master at the critical moment, otherwise he would have been blamed for his death.

His life was given by his parents, but his second life was given by his wife, and his third life was given by the eldest lady.

He owed his wife and her family two lives, so he, a top-level master-level mercenary, gave up his bloody career, put on a suit and tie, came to the city to become the bodyguard of the eldest lady, and spent the rest of his life to repay his debt.

.

But this naughty young master seemed to have too many magical powers, and his intuition was so sharp that he didn't dare to get close at all, so he could only follow him from a distance.

He didn't take Wang Cheng's ambush and Qin Canglan's men to deal with the young master at all. He knew very well that the young master's strength was worth it, and he definitely had the combat power of a B-level warrior close to that of an A-level warrior.

In his opinion, it was a joke that a group of sheep wanted to kill a tiger, so he stayed behind leisurely and leisurely to watch the fun.

The young master suddenly had an epiphany and used magical martial arts. The terrifying arhat shadow made him tremble with fear.

But he never thought that a group of sheep could injure a tiger. Although the young master had to stop his martial arts out of compassion and suffered backlash, an injury was an injury, and Scar felt all guilty.

Especially the sudden appearance of the black-clothed killer. Even if he killed him with one shot, he still thought it was his dereliction of duty. After all, he was careless and did not discover the black-clothed killer's ambush in advance.

So Scar was very angry. He stood beside Ding Ning and looked coldly at Qin Canglan who got out of the car and wanted to explain.

"Stop, if you dare to take a step closer to the young master, you will be killed without mercy!"

The cold voice came, and the expression on Qin Canglan's face froze. In Ninghai, no one had dared to talk to him like this for many years, but he had to stop immediately and did not dare to make any rash move.

More than a dozen infrared sniper rifles were locked firmly between his eyebrows, not even trembling, and the stability frightened him.

Big drops of sweat appeared on Qin Canglan's forehead. Even with the power of the Qin family in Ninghai, they did not dare to openly carry more than a dozen sniper rifles. Who are these people?

Also, they actually called Master Ding Ning. Could it be that he is the illegitimate son of a certain big shot?

No wonder, no wonder Bai Qing's attitude towards him was so special. At this moment, Qin Canglan felt as if he had touched the truth.

The scene that happened immediately made Qin Canglan even more sure of this guess.

In addition to a dozen sniper rifles, there were also a dozen well-trained men in black shirts who looked like they had been fighting for the rest of their lives. They were by no means comparable to the elite men under him.

They were all tall and tall, with oil paint on their faces. They held guns to protect Ding Ning at all corners, and watched vigilantly at all corners that might bring danger.

Scar carried Ding Ning on his back and looked at Qin Canglan coldly: "Pray, if the young master is okay, he will decide how to deal with the Qin family. If something happens to the young master, I guarantee that your entire Qin family will be buried with the young master."

Qin Canglan had no doubts about Scar's words. Even from such a distance, he could feel the powerful aura emanating from Scar. He had only felt this kind of aura from countless top masters of the Qin family.

It was a kind of indifference to life, a terrifying murderous intention formed after bloody killings. This kind of murderous intention made his whole body feel cold and his heart was filled with chills.

The Qin family regards such a person as their ancestor, but he is just Ding Ning's bodyguard. From this, we can imagine how terrifying the family power behind Ding Ning is. He knows that something is wrong, what he does tonight will be

Will bring disaster to the Qin family, he explained eagerly: "That killer is not from our Qin family."

"We will investigate this, so you don't have to worry about it. Anyone who dares to touch the young master, no matter who he is, will be exterminated."

Scar's tone was calm, as if it was a matter of course, and he said things that were natural.

With a wave of his hand, a tall man in a black shirt stepped forward and lifted the body of the black-clad killer with one hand.

"Walk!"

Scar gave an order and left with Ding Ning behind his back.

"Wait a minute, I can testify that this killer was not sent by Brother Qin. I swear on the name of my family!"

Murong Yixiao realized the crisis that the Qin family was about to face, and out of loyalty, he bravely stepped forward to explain to Qin Canglan.

"Master Murong, your sister is the person that my young master likes. I will not hold you responsible. I hope you can use your mind when doing things in the future and not bring disaster to the Murong family. Remember, if the young master is alive, he will look after your sister.

I don’t care about you because of my reputation, but if the young master has an accident, even your sister can’t protect you."

Although Scar's voice was slightly softer, the underlying meaning in his words made people shudder.

Murong Yixiao's eyes widened blankly, he wanted to say something but couldn't. The Murong family, which had dominated the land south of the Yangtze River for thousands of years, seemed to be vulnerable in Scar's mouth, which made him feel funny and absurd.

But he surprisingly didn't have much doubt, because Scar's expression was so determined that he felt that what he said was the truth.

"Remember, trouble comes from your mouth, so watch your mouth!"

Scar turned around and strode away. A group of black shirts followed him like ghosts and fled into the darkness, as if they had never appeared before.

Murong Yixiao looked at the worried Qin Canglan and comforted him, "Brother Qin, don't worry, that guy is just talking and can't take it seriously."

"No, he is not joking. Not to mention the snipers hiding in the dark, the guys who showed up are all B-level strongmen at the lowest. That Scar is probably a grandmaster-level strongman. What's more, this is

It’s just that their power has surfaced, but how many powerful people are hidden? No matter who messes with such a group of people, it will be difficult for them to end well."

Qin Canglan said with waning spirits: "I hope Ding Ning can turn the danger into safety, otherwise, our Qin family may be facing a disaster of annihilation."

"It's not that serious," Murong Yixiao said with some anxiety.

Qin Canglan patted his shoulder, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Such a powerful force is lurking under our noses, and we haven't even noticed it. You should be able to imagine how terrifying they are."

"Oh, my sister!"

Murong Yixiao suddenly slapped his forehead, remembering that Murong Yanran was still waiting for him in the hotel.

"Let's go, remember, don't talk to your sister about what happened today."

After Qin Canglan warned him, he turned to his men and warned sternly: "Keep your mouths shut, don't let me hear any rumors."

"Yes, Master!"

The big men in black were frightened by the twists and turns of the incident. If they really hurt Ding Ning, I am afraid that today would be the day for all of them to die.

The chilling look exuded by those big men in black shirts made them shudder when they thought about it. To them, tonight's experience was just a terrible nightmare, and it would be better to forget it all.

In the Hummer, Scar carefully inspected Ding Ning's body, feeling the chaotic energy and blood and violent power in his body, with a look of worry on his face.

"Boss, how is the situation of the young master?"

A man in a black shirt asked worriedly.

"The situation is very bad, and there is nothing I can do about it. Our cultivation paths are different. He forcibly interrupted his combat skills and suffered backlash. There is nothing I can do."

Scar said worriedly.

"Combat skills? Isn't that a martial skill?" The black shirt was keenly aware of Scar's language problem.

"Do you think that martial arts that can form a physical form can still be called martial arts? Martial arts that can transform into physical forms can no longer be called martial arts, but are called combat skills. Combat martial arts that are created for fighting."

Scar shook his head with a wry smile on his face: "The young master is obviously only B-level and has close to A-level combat power, but he is able to display SS-level combat skills. He is really a monster."

"SS level combat skills? Oh my God, how is this possible? That's the Grand Master level."

The men in black shirts all dropped their jaws in shock. Boss Scar was already invincible in their eyes. So far, he was only an S-level master at the master level. The young master was clearly not even A-level, but he could actually do it.

How could they not be frightened by the SS-level combat skills?

"Remember, this matter is all rotten to my stomach and must not be spread outside, otherwise it will bring huge trouble to the young master."

Scar looked solemn and warned sternly.

"Don't worry, boss, we know the severity."

The people in black shirts expressed their opinions one after another. They knew what the young master's evil behavior meant. Once the top powerhouses found out about it, they would definitely come to explore the young master's secret. This was not a good thing.

A man in a black shirt had a ruthless look in his eyes: "Boss, so many people here have seen the young master display his combat skills, should we..."

He didn't say anything clearly, but everyone understood what he meant. They all looked at Scar, waiting for his order to go back and kill everyone at the scene.

Scar shook his head slightly: "Although we are not afraid of the Qin family, one more thing is worse than one less thing. The young master has to do big things and needs help from many aspects. If you can make him one less enemy, make one less one. After all, Madam's It means using Ninghai as the young master’s base. Our enemy is in Yanjing, not Ninghai. Qin Canglan is a smart man and I believe he will shut everyone up.”

"The boss deliberately threatened him before to give him a hint, right?" A man in a black shirt said with a smile.

"I'm not joking. It's best if the young master is fine. If there is any accident, the Qin family will definitely become a burial object. You just need to know that we are only the strength on the surface. Only those who can determine the outcome in one fell swoop in the end can be called

trump card."

Scar was not angry and said calmly.

The men in black shirts looked at each other, but their eyes were full of excitement. Although they all wanted to know what other trump cards Madam had, they knew they should not ask questions, so they nodded one after another and remained silent.

"Boss, what should I do about the young master's injury?" A man in a black shirt broke the silence and asked with concern.

"The eldest lady is waiting for us at Biyun Jingyuan, hurry up."

Scar felt Ding Ning's disordered pulse and urged.

Biyun Jingyuan is the oldest Buddhist temple in Ninghai area. Because it is located in the quiet and remote eastern suburbs, it has a rather reclusive atmosphere.

It was already dark at this moment, but in the "Renshou Temple" in the west wing, a lone lamp was burning, and Ding Qianlie, dressed in plain clothes, was talking with an old nun holding a candle.

The black piece fell, and the old nun laughed: "You lost."

"Yeah!" Ding Qianlie replied absently.

"You're upset." The old nun's face was wrinkled, looking like an old man who was about to die, but his eyes were clear and bright, shining with wisdom.

"It concerns my brother, how can I calm down?" Ding Qianlie did not hide the worry on his face.

The old nun proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, heaven's way circulates, and everyone has his own destiny."
Chapter completed!