The Eighteen Needles of Returning to Life cannot kill directly, but they can indirectly, and the process is naturally a bit troubleso. To avoid arousing Fatigue Sect's suspicions, Luo Chao arranged for it to look like a car accident.
Yang He Ping would leave earlier than the people from the Fatigue Sect, so even if he suspected Luo Chao, he had no concrete evidence. However, the needle Luo Chao used on Yang He Ping had a unique effect: it erased a segnt of his mory, making him forget that Luo Chao had pricked him. Nevertheless, the people from the Fatigue Sect possessed a unique Silver Needle Technique, and their ntal awareness was stronger than the average person, making it impossible to erase their mory. Therefore, Luo Chao had to kill him.
A horrific car crash left pedestrians and cars in shock. The truck driver jumped out of the vehicle, looking sowhat pale. What on earth happened to this guy? It seed like an insurance scam, but who would expect to lose their life? Otherwise, why would soone rush headlong into the path of an oncoming truck?
The truck driver quickly called 110 and 120—
"Did you kill him?" At this mont, after finishing the handover procedures at the Land Resources Bureau, Ning Wanxi did not find Luo Chao in the auction hall and ca out to find him. She witnessed the car accident firsthand. The person seed fine before, so why did he suddenly dash directly into the truck?
Luo Chao smiled and said, "I claim I'm innocent. Didn't you see it was he who blindly ran into the truck?"
It seed that way. Luo Chao didn't push him or threaten him; he ran onto the road by himself. But could Ning Wanxi really not know his thods? She said quietly, "Luo Chao, I don't want to say much. I want you to know that whatever you do, I hope you have a clear conscience."
"Miss Ning, I've learned from you, but it's a bit deep for to fully grasp," Luo Chao said, cupping his fists with a mischievous smile.
Seeing his cheeky smile, Ning Wanxi felt as if she was casting pearls before swine and said with a cold face, "Let's go!"
"Where to now?" Luo Chao, having been busy all day, didn't want more hassle.
Ning Wanxi said coldly, "Everything's done, so obviously we go eat!"
"Oh, so we're going to eat. Let's go then," said Luo Chao, sowhat eagerly.
At this mont, Luo Chao resembled an executioner who had just killed a person but showed no tension or fear, acting as if nothing had happened. Ning Wanxi glanced at him gently, her heart fluttering; sotis, she really couldn't see through him.
Near the Public Resource Trading Center, there was a famous street food stall area offering various snacks—spicy hot pot, barbecue, hot pots, and more.
At this ti, Luo Chao and Ning Wanxi were sitting at the outdoor tables of the stall, enjoying the increasingly dark night and the constant traffic on the road; it was a unique enjoynt, especially since it was Ning Wanxi's first ti eating in such a place.
Luo Chao ordered a lot of barbecues—lamb skewers, chicken feet, grilled fish, and fried stinky tofu, among others. When the tableful of barbecue arrived, slling its aroma almost made Luo Chao drool, as he hadn't had barbecue in a long ti.
As Luo Chao devoured the lamb skewers, he noticed Ning Wanxi frowning slightly, staring motionlessly at the barbecue on the table. Obviously, soone like her, born with a silver spoon, must have a sense of cleanliness. It's not just eating on the street; even this charcoal-grilled barbecue seed dirty to her.
"You young ladies, used to gourt cuisine, naturally look down on this street barbecue," Luo Chao said with a sowhat resentful tone. "So people even eat rats and cockroaches, and if I told you about that, you'd probably find it disgusting and contemptible."
Ning Wanxi looked up at him. "Are you talking about yourself?"
Luo Chao smiled, "Miss Ning is wise; only we special forces, when there's nothing to eat, must fill our stomachs to fight the enemy and can only eat rats and cockroaches."
Ning Wanxi's heart trembled; it was hard to believe Luo Chao had eaten them—those cockroaches and rats looked disgusting just at sight—
Luo Chao had experienced many unimaginable things, and this was just one of them. As one can imagine, sotis Ning Wanxi and Luo Chao seed like people from two different worlds, sowhat incompatible.
"Sorry, I didn't an to look down on you," Ning Wanxi said, giving him a complicated look. Sotis Luo Chao indeed had an inviting aura, urging others to listen to his story. He's such a mysterious man, making people curious to open up his heart.
This was the first ti Ning Wanxi lowered her stance, saying sorry, which surprised Luo Chao, her husband, a little.
When driving past, Luo Chao saw the barbecue here and felt nostalgic as he hadn't had it for a long ti, so he ca directly. Ning Wanxi reluctantly followed, maybe out of curiosity, since she'd never been to such a place before. However, looking at this charcoal-grilled barbecue, her fastidious nature took away her appetite.
At this mont, Ning Wanxi suddenly extended her small hand, picked up a lamb skewer, and, under Luo Chao's slightly stunned gaze, took a gentle bite. After chewing slowly, she showed a trace of surprise; she didn't expect the taste to be quite good.
For Ning Wanxi, who never had barbecue, this authentic type of barbecue indeed had a unique flavor.
Unexpectedly, Ning Wanxi also started eating, and she ate with great interest, which surprised Luo Chao. A curve appeared at the corner of his lips; the cold and aloof CEO seed to be becoming more human.
"Co, co, co, pay the protection fee for this month," as Luo Chao and Ning Wanxi were eating, a disharmonious voice suddenly ca over. Two yellow-haired thugs were collecting protection fees from stall to stall in this street food area,
and every stall obediently handed over the month's protection fee. This made Luo Chao frown slightly. Southeast City indeed was a mixed-bag place; even small-scale street stalls had bullies extorting protection fees.
"Two gents, please have rcy. This really is a small business with poor sales; please spare ," Luo Chao looked over to see the two yellow-haired thugs collecting protection fees from an old lady. This old lady, over 60, was doing a fried dumpling business—one small cart, a gas stove, and a few trays of dumplings. How much could she earn in an evening, yet they demanded protection fees from this old woman? Absolutely heartless!
Many felt indignant but didn't want any trouble, fearing to get involved, so they just stood by.
The two yellow-haired thugs sneered, "Old lady, if you don't pay the protection fee, how will I report back to my boss? So you should spare ."
"But I can't make 50 bucks in one night; if you charge a thousand yuan for protection, my business is for nothing," the old lady cried.
A thousand yuan? Everyone cursed in their hearts, utterly black-hearted. A fried dumpling business, how much can it earn? These two scums, dying and no one would bury them!
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