【Sword God】(Part 2)

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The bar owner abandoned his post, leaving behind a huge mess. The newly acquired group of companies didn't
care either; they sent a bodyguard over and gave him a few perfunctory instructions, leaving Lao Huang and Ning Zhiyuan exhausted. It wasn't until midnight that
they finally cleaned up the chaotic bar.
As for the other waiters, they had all run away long ago.
Scarface's last glance before leaving wasn't just for show. Everyone in the underworld knew Scarface was ruthless; killing people and
filling cement pillars with concrete was nothing new. He was capable of the depraved act of eating human flesh in front of the victims.
Even his superiors were a little ashamed. If it weren't for his brother protecting him, he would have been dealt with long ago.
Today, the matter was out in the open; it was just a matter of when trouble would strike. Everyone was just an ordinary person; it was
n't worth risking their lives for a little money. Knowing that trouble would happen tonight, who would dare work here? Since the owner had already
transferred ownership of the bar, everyone should leave as soon as possible.
Someone needs to watch the bar at night, otherwise it'll be hard to explain to Hailong Group if something goes missing. But knowing the risk is imminent,
who dares to stand guard?
Desperate, the boss offered a reward of three thousand yuan for the night watch.
No one responded.
The boss gritted his teeth and increased the reward to five thousand yuan, to be given on the spot.
Old Huang, whose family was poor, was the first to volunteer; his family needed money, so
he had no choice but to risk his life. Ning Zhiyuan wasn't afraid at all; he figured no one could stop him if he wanted to run. Five thousand yuan for a night's watch—why not take it?
He was determined to fly away the moment Scarface appeared; if anyone saw him, they'd think he was crazy
.
"Ding-a-ling," the night wind picked up, whistling, and the wind chimes hanging by the window rang crisply
.
"Old Huang, you're really stupid, risking your life for five thousand yuan!"
Outside the bar, it was eerily quiet; not a person, not even a cat. This was the calm before the storm, and Old Huang
was already pale with fright at the impending tempest.
Old Huang glanced at Ning Zhiyuan. He was so frightened he couldn't even speak. He tried to say something, but
his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and all that could be heard was a series of gasping breaths.
Ning Zhiyuan pulled back the curtains and looked outside. There wasn't a soul in sight. He turned back and said, "Old Huang,
if Scarface really comes, jump from the third floor to the building next door. Don't go through the back door; there's definitely someone guarding it. If you go out, you'll
be hacked to death."
"You... what will you do?" Old Huang stammered. He deeply regretted
jumping out so eagerly when he heard there was five thousand yuan for guarding it for one night. Now he had the chance to take the money but not the chance to spend it.
Ning Zhiyuan chuckled at Lao Huang's question, "If I dare to stay, I certainly have the ability to leave." He
patted Lao Huang's shoulder, jokingly adding, "Scarface might not even come. What are you afraid of? This
is the age of rule of law; we have to save face. If we really start a brawl and
kill someone in the street, what are the state's law enforcement agencies good for?"
"You don't know, Scarface is a madman. He'll do anything," Lao Huang
said, not daring to entertain the idea. Ning Zhiyuan was just joking; given how serious the situation was today, those gangsters would
do anything for face.
Ning Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, then said, "Lao Huang, you should go first. You're the only breadwinner in your family
. What will your wife do if something happens? Don't worry about me; I have a way to get away."
Hearing Ning Zhiyuan's words, Lao Huang was tempted, but felt it wasn't loyal enough, that he was afraid of death . He
struggled internally, pacing back and forth in the bar, deeply troubled.
Just as Ning Zhiyuan was about to say something, he suddenly smelled gasoline in the air. A chill ran down his spine. He pulled back
the curtains and saw that dozens of people had secretly gathered outside the bar. Several ghostly figures
were dragging gasoline cans and pouring gasoline onto the bar's exterior walls.
"Well, now there's no way to run away," Ning Zhiyuan said with a wry smile.
Seeing that the outside was surrounded, and the men were carrying large machetes that exuded a chilling aura, and some were even holding
homemade hunting rifles, Ning Zhiyuan felt a cold sweat rise straight from the soles of his feet.
"They're trying to kill us all." Ning Zhiyuan hadn't expected to actually run into such reckless people.
Everyone is afraid of reckless guys, but this level of recklessness was truly bizarre.
"Ah, it's gasoline! They want to burn us alive!" Old Huang cried out in alarm. Ning Zhiyuan only smelled a stench
; the old man had actually wet himself in fear.
However, to be fair, this was the first time Ning Zhiyuan had ever seen such a scene. If he hadn't possessed extraordinary skills,
he probably wouldn't have been even as good as Old Huang in the past.
Without a word, Ning Zhiyuan picked up Lao Huang and quickly climbed to the third floor. He opened the window, intending to throw Lao Huang
into the building next door, but then discovered that there were people standing on the rooftop of that building as well.
"Damn it," Ning Zhiyuan cursed.
By this time, Lao Huang was already paralyzed with fear, letting Ning Zhiyuan drag him along, muttering incoherently
. Ning Zhiyuan knew that Lao Huang was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
If it were just one person, Ning Zhiyuan could escape without any problem, but dragging someone along made it very difficult to get away unscathed.
Carrying a person weighing over a hundred pounds, even someone with unparalleled lightness skills couldn't leap dozens of meters in one bound. The surrounding buildings were guarded by gunmen
; the two of them would be riddled with bullets before they even landed.
A frontal breakout was even more impossible. Bullets have no eyes; although Ning Zhiyuan had protective inner energy that ordinary weapons couldn't
harm him, he was carrying someone, and his protective inner energy wasn't strong enough to release such a large protective shield.
"Damn it, no wonder martial arts novels can't compare to cultivation novels. At times like this, we should be talking about cultivators!"
"If you provoke me, I'll kill you to pieces." Ning Zhiyuan was driven to desperation, even contemplating murder
.
Murder isn't something everyone dares to do. This isn't a wish-fulfillment novel where you can just kill without considering the consequences
. Although Ning Zhiyuan possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, he was timid and a complete shut-in. If it weren't for the cost of practicing,
he could have stayed in seclusion until he ascended to immortality.
This easygoing and complacent nature naturally prevented him from killing. Besides, since martial arts exist
, Ning Zhiyuan wouldn't be the only one who knows them; there must be some unknown powerful figures or
chaotic organizations hiding somewhere.
What kind of underworld is this? The Dragon Group, the Mercenary Association, the Superpower Management Committee?
In a world where humanoid nuclear bombs fly everywhere, what am I?
Thinking of the Dragon Group sent chills down Ning Zhiyuan's spine. He was terrified that one day he'd be conscripted by the government; disobeying would mean suppression
, obeying would mean endless missions, exhausting himself only to be betrayed someday.
What kind of world is this?
Just as Ning Zhiyuan was at his wit's end, fires were already being lit outside.
Enraged beyond measure, Ning Zhiyuan dragged Old Huang and kicked the bar door to pieces.
"Scarface, you've gone too far!"
"Burn it! Burn it badly!" Scarface yelled.
A tiny Tsinghua Bar dared to defy him? How could he survive in the underworld like this? Tonight, he'd burn it down,
burn a few more people to death, and see who dared to cause trouble again. As for that Haihua Group, what was that? Never even heard of it.
The two of them grabbed the owner and slammed him into a cement pillar.
The law? "I'm not afraid of anything! I've killed so many and no one's dared to arrest me. Whoever tries to arrest me, I'll kill their whole family!"
Scarface stood at the bar entrance, wielding a large machete and directing the attack. He had gathered a few thugs and was about to set things on fire when suddenly there was
a loud crash. A large door slammed down on him. Before he could even figure out what was happening, everything went black,
and he felt excruciating pain all over his body, almost fainting.
"Boss, boss, how are you?"
Scarface touched his face, his hand covered in blood.
"Fuck your mother! Who ambushed me?" Scarface roared.
Ning Zhiyuan frowned. To be honest, he disliked Scarface. If he weren't wary,
he would have killed him with a single sword strike long ago. However, given the current situation, even if he didn't act today, he planned to find an opportunity
to finish Scarface off later.
"Scarface, you've gone too far. It's not too late to back down now," Ning Zhiyuan said.
"Fuck your mother, who do you think you are?" Scarface recognized him immediately; it was that little waiter from earlier that day,
daring to speak to him like that.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
The gleaming blade flashed towards Ning Zhiyuan, the splashing sewage amidst the footsteps reflecting the raging flames.
He grabbed Old Huang and hoisted him onto his back, kicking the first person charging at him, sending him flying through the crowd.
He dared not linger; without killing, he was outnumbered, surrounded by menacing blades
. He couldn't afford to be surrounded. Four or five hunting rifles were also poised behind him, making it even more crucial not to underestimate them.
Two more men charged forward. Ning Zhiyuan moved close, giving one of them a powerful shove, sending him sprawling to his knees
in agony. Ning Zhiyuan grabbed the man and hurled him at another, who dodged but wasn't spared, taking the hit squarely.
Ning Zhiyuan bent over and charged forward, smashing through several people. He released a slight burst of sword energy, piercing
the hand of a thug holding a hunting rifle with one strike. His other hand followed, smashing into another man's face. The man coughed up blood, his teeth chattering
as he staggered back. At the same time, Scarface rushed in front of Ning Zhiyuan and slashed at him. Ning Zhiyuan dodged the blade, placing one hand
on Scarface's chest. He released a slight burst of true energy, and Scarface screamed as his entire breastbone shattered, flying sideways, his fate unknown. Seeing their leader beaten to a pulp, and witnessing Ning Zhiyuan's ferocity— 　　killing seven or eight men single-handedly
in less than five minutes—the thugs were filled with fear. 　　 Ning Zhiyuan then unleashed another burst of sword energy, aiming directly at the men holding hunting rifles; these were the most dangerous among those present. 　　 Unable to kill directly, Ning Zhiyuan unleashed his sword energy, causing the thugs to feel their hands lighten as their hunting rifles 　　snapped in two with a series of clangs, the barrels sliced into pieces by the sword energy. 　　 With the most dangerous rifles eliminated, Ning Zhiyuan felt a sense of relief. At this point, the thugs posed 　　no threat to him. Although there were a few hunting rifles on the upper floors, they were too far away. Even if they managed to fire, they would 　　n't hit Ning Zhiyuan and would likely injure friendly fire. After a few rounds, those on the upper floors stopped firing. 　　 Glancing at the unconscious Scarface, Ning Zhiyuan coldly snorted, and a stream of insidious true energy silently invaded Scarface's body 　　. This true energy wouldn't kill Scarface now; instead, it would sustain his life force, lying dormant, waiting 　　to erupt suddenly in three months to take his life. In this way, no one would discover the truth, and even if his elder brother wanted revenge, 　　it would be impossible. 　　 Ning Zhiyuan put down Lao Huang and coldly stared at the thugs, his imposing aura forcing them to retreat. These 　　thugs had never seen anything so terrifying before. Some of the more resilient ones dropped their knives and collapsed 　　to the ground. 　　 "Run!" someone shouted, and the group erupted into chaos, feeling as if they were missing 　　several legs, terrified of being overtaken by this devil.

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