Chapter 235

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

Who is he? Why save me? And why did he look at me with such concern? But he couldn't bear to think about it. His injury was too serious, which made him burn inside, and he completely lost consciousness in the dark.

Scar is in a cold sweat and secretly rejoices that he saved the young master at the critical moment, otherwise he will die.

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's family two lives, so he, a top mercenary at the master level, gave up his career of licking blood at the edge of a knife, put on a suit and tie, came to the city to become the bodyguard of a young lady, and spent the rest of his life to repay his kindness.

But the naughty young master seems to have too many miracles. His intuition is sharp and frightening. He doesn't dare to approach at all and can only follow far away.

Wang Cheng's ambush and Qin canglan's men dealt with the young master. He didn't care at all. He knew the value of the young master's force. He definitely had the combat power of A-level fighters close to class B.

In his opinion, it was a joke that a group of sheep wanted to kill a tiger, so he was hanging far behind with the psychology of watching the excitement.

The young master suddenly realized and showed his magical martial arts skills. The terrible arhat virtual shadow made him tremble.

But he never thought that a group of sheep could hurt the tiger. Although the young master was merciful and forcibly interrupted his martial arts skills and was eaten back, injury is injury. Scar's heart is full of remorse.

In particular, the sudden appearance of the black killer, even if he was shot, he thought it was his dereliction of duty. After all, he was careless and did not find the black killer's ambush in advance.

So scar was very angry. He stood on Ding Ning's side and looked coldly at Qin canglan who got out of the car to explain.

"Stop! If you dare to approach the young master, there will be no amnesty!"

The cold voice came, and the expression on Qin canglan's face was one of stagnation. In Ninghai, no one dared to talk to him like this for many years, but he had to stop at once and dared not make any rash move.

More than a dozen infrared sniper guns firmly locked his eyebrows, and he didn't even tremble, which frightened him stably.

Qin canglan's forehead was dripping with sweat as big as beans. Even with the prestige of the Qin family in Ninghai, he didn't dare to appear and haunt with more than a dozen sniper guns. Who are these people?

Also, they even called master Ding Ning. Is he the illegitimate son of a big man?

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

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

In addition to more than a dozen sniper guns, there are more than a dozen well-trained black shirt men for the rest of their lives. They are by no means the elite of his men.

They were tall and straight, painted with paint on their faces, held guns to protect Ding Ning without dead corners, and stared at all corners that might bring danger.

Scar carries Ding Ning on his back and looks at Qin canglan coldly: "pray. If the young master is okay, he will decide how to deal with the Qin family. If the young master is busy, I promise that your whole Qin family will be buried with the young master."

Qin canglan has no doubt about scar. He can feel the powerful momentum from scar at such a distance. He has only felt this momentum from several top experts in the Qin family.

It was a terrible killing intention formed after ignoring life and bloody killing, which made him cold all over and cold in his heart.

The Qin family offered such a figure as their ancestors, but he was only Ding Ning's bodyguard. Therefore, we can imagine how terrible the family forces behind Ding Ning exist.

He knew a bad thing. What he did tonight would bring disaster to the Qin family. He eagerly explained, "that killer is not from our Qin family."

"We will investigate this, so you don't have to worry. Whoever dares to move the young master, no matter who, will wait for the extermination of the family."

Scar's tone was indifferent, as if it were natural, saying what he took for granted.

With a wave of his hand, a big man in a black shirt stepped forward and picked up the body of the killer in black with one hand.

"Go!"

Scar gave a command and left with Ding Ning on his back.

"Wait a minute, I can testify that brother Qin didn't send this killer. I swear in the name of my family!"

Murong smiled and realized that the Qin family was about to face a crisis. Out of righteousness, he braved himself to explain to Qin canglan.

"Murong young master, your sister is a favorite of my young master. I won't hold you accountable. I hope you can use your brain in future and don't bring disaster to the Murong family. Remember, if the young master is alive, he won't care about you for your sister's face, but if the young master has an accident, even your sister can't protect you."

Although scar's voice was a little softer, the implied meaning in the words made people shudder.

Murong smiled and stared blankly, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say. The Murong family, which has dominated the south of the Yangtze River for thousands of years, seemed vulnerable in scar's mouth, which made him have a funny sense of absurdity.

But he had surprisingly little doubt, because scar's expression was too firm, which made him feel that what he said was the truth.

"Remember, misfortune comes from the mouth. Take care of your mouth!"

Scar turned and strode away, and a group of black shirts fled into the darkness like ghosts, as if they had never appeared.

Murong smiled at the worried Qin canglan and comforted, "brother Qin, don't worry, that guy is just talking. He can't be true."

"No, he's not kidding, not to mention the snipers hidden in the dark. Just the guys who show up are at least class B strong. That scar is probably a master level strong. Besides, it's just their power to surface. How many strong people are hidden? No matter who provokes such a group of people, it's difficult to end well."

Qin canglan said, "I hope Ding Ning can save the day. Otherwise, I'm afraid the Qin family will be destroyed."

"It's not that serious." Murong said with a smile.

Qin canglan patted him on the shoulder, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "such a powerful force is lurking under our eyes. We haven't found it. You should be able to imagine how terrible they are."

"Ouch, my sister!"

Murong smiled and suddenly patted his forehead. He remembered that Murong Yanran was still waiting for him in the hotel.

"Come on, remember, don't tell your sister about today."

After Qin canglan gave an order, he turned to his men and said sternly, "take care of your mouth. Don't let me hear any wind."

"Yes, young master!"

The big men in black have long been frightened by the twists and turns. They think that if they really hurt Ding Ning, I'm afraid today is the time of death for all of them.

Those big men in black shirts exude the sense of killing, which makes them shudder when they think of it. For them, tonight's experience is a terrible nightmare. It's better to forget it all.

In the Hummer, scar Ding Ning carefully examined his body, felt the disordered Qi and blood and violent power in his body, and showed a worried look between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Boss, how is the young master?"

A black shirt asked anxiously.

"The situation is very bad. I can't help it. We take a different way of cultivation. He forcibly interrupted his combat skills and was eaten back. There's nothing I can do."

Scar said anxiously.

"War skills? Isn't it martial arts?" The black shirt was keenly aware of the language defect of the scar.

"Do you think the martial arts that can form Dharma can still be called martial arts? The martial arts that can transform can no longer be called martial arts, but combat skills, combat skills born for combat."

Scar shook his head with a yearning wry smile on his face: "young master, obviously, he is only a B-level close to A-level combat power, but he can show SS Level combat skills. It's really a demon."

"SS Level combat skills? God, how is this possible? It's a great master level."

The black shirts were shocked and their chins fell to the ground. Boss scar already existed invincibly in their eyes. So far, he is just an S-level strong man at the master level. The young master obviously can't even reach A-level and can show SS Level combat skills. How can they not be shocked and inexplicable.

"Remember, this matter has rotted to my stomach. I must not spread it. Otherwise, it will bring great trouble to the young master."

Scar looked dignified and told seriously.

"Don't worry, boss. We know the weight."

The black shirts have stated that they know what the young master's evil performance means. Once they are known by the top powers, they will come to explore the young master's secret. This is not a good thing.

A black shirt's eyes twinkled fiercely: "boss, so many people at the scene saw the young master's combat skills. Shall we..."

He didn't say it thoroughly, but everyone understood what he meant. They looked at scar one after another. When he gave an order, they killed all the people on the scene.

Scar shook his head slightly: "Although we are not afraid of the Qin family, it is better to do more than one thing. The young master wants to do great things and needs help from many aspects. If you can set up less enemies for him, you can set up less enemies. After all, madam means to take Ninghai as the young master's base. Our enemy is in Yanjing, not Ninghai. Qin canglan is a smart man. I believe he will shut everyone up."

"The boss deliberately threatened him before, just to mention him?" A black shirt laughed.

"I'm not kidding. It's best if you're fine. Once there's an accident, the Qin family will certainly become funerary objects. You just need to know that we're just a force on the surface. Only those who can determine the world in one fell swoop can be called cards."

Scar doesn't get angry and says calmly.

The black shirts looked at each other, but their eyes were filled with excitement. Although they all wanted to know what cards his wife had, they knew that they should not ask, so they nodded and remained silent.

"Boss, what about the young master's injury?" A black shirt broke the silence and asked with concern.

"The eldest lady is waiting for us in the Biyun clean house. Speed up."

Scar felt Ding Ning's disordered pulse and urged.

Biyun clean house is the oldest Buddhist temple in Ninghai area. It is quite secluded because it is located in the quiet and remote eastern suburb.

At the moment, the night is getting dark, but there is a lonely light in the "Renshou nunnery" in the west wing. Ding Qianlie, dressed in plain clothes, is talking with an old nun by candle.

When the sunspot chess fell, the old Ni smiled: "you lost."

"Yes!" Ding led the hunter in an absent-minded response.

"You're upset." Lao Ni's face was wrinkled and looked like a dying old man. Only his eyes were clear and bright, glittering with wisdom.

"It's about my brother, how can I meditate." Ding Qianlie did not hide his worry.

Lao Ni declared the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the way of heaven circulates, and everyone has his own life."

"I don't accept my fate!" The light of the hunting eyes is like iron, like the snow light against the plain clothes, showing a rebellious color.