NOVPUBAlthough he had anticipated it, Wu Bin was still taken aback when he saw who was on the other end of the video.
"Wang Xin, is it really you?"
Wu Bin was greatly surprised.
Because he felt the conflict between himself and Wang Xin hadn’t escalated to such an extent, right?
Wang Xin said viciously on the video, "Wu Bin, you didn’t expect I would hire someone to kill you, did you?"
"I didn’t really want to do this, but you are just too much of a nuisance. I can’t sleep until you’re dead." 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝘤𝘰𝑚
Seeing the crazed look on Wang Xin’s face, Wu Bin furrowed his brow.
This guy’s mental state seemed a bit off, didn’t it? Why did it feel like he was high on something?
Wang Xin rambled to Wu Bin about his own matters.
It included the kind of family education he received since childhood and the expectations his family placed on him.
After listening, Wu Bin understood why Wang Xin wanted him dead.
To put it simply, the Wang Family had more than one son; above Wang Xin, there were older brothers and sisters, as well as cousins.
The Wang Family was a large clan, with power great enough to change many things.
Therefore, to get the elders’ support in the Wang Family, these youngsters often needed to achieve something noteworthy to attract the attention of their elders and gain support, along with resources and wealth.
For Wang Xin, becoming the image spokesperson for the agricultural school was something he could be proud of.
He had painstakingly worked for many years, and had finally set up his reputation as an elite senior. And yet Wu Bin had ruined it almost effortlessly.
Because of his gaffe at the rally, Wang Xin had become an internet sensation, reduced to a laughingstock.
Trolling videos and memes of him were everywhere online, impossible to delete fast enough.
This was a fatal blow for Wang Xin.
Because this meant that if Wang Xin were to take over the Wang Family in the future, this incident would be an undeniably disgraceful black mark, turning into joke material for everyone over dinner.
"Now, you know why I want to kill you?"
Wang Xin’s eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze towards Wu Bin was filled with hatred.
"If it weren’t for your sudden appearance, everything would have been according to my plan."
"But luckily, it can still be salvaged. As long as I get rid of you, I can still be the image spokesperson for the agricultural school, and I can slowly change the internet’s perception of me."
"That’s enough, you already know why you’re going to die. Go in peace."
Wang Xin downed the alcohol in his glass in one gulp and then made a gesture to Sun Yuanshan and the others, signaling them to take action.
Sun Yuanshan ended the call and said indifferently to Wu Bin, "Kid, you heard him. We’re just doing this for the money, don’t blame us afterwards."
After finishing, Sun Yuanshan signalled to Mei Ji to kill Wu Bin.
Mei Ji was already impatient, and she pointed the gun at the center of Wu Bin’s forehead.
Just as she was about to pull the trigger, Mei Ji suddenly felt something and instinctively dodged to the side.
Whoosh!
A flying knife whizzed by, grazing Mei Ji’s neck, knocking off a button from her shirt, and landing on the ground.
"Enemy attack!"
Mei Ji wanted to shoot Wu Bin dead, but the oncoming flying knives gave her no chance to aim.
With no other choice, Mei Ji ran for cover behind a column.
When Sun Yuanshan and the Zheng brothers tried to provide support to Mei Ji, the next second, a bullet landed near them.
If they hadn’t dodged in time, that bullet would have pierced right through their chests!
"There’s a sniper!"
The three of them scrambled to find cover.
Wu Bin crouched in the middle, somewhat at a loss.
Hold on, you can fight all you want, but can you let me go first?
Wu Bin clenched his teeth and stood up, running towards a distant warehouse.
Seeing Wu Bin trying to escape, Mei Ji raised her hand and fired three shots in quick succession.
However, because Wu Bin was running so fast, all three bullets missed him, grazing past his body.
Just as Mei Ji was about to fire the fourth shot, the flying knife struck again, knocking her pistol away.
Mei Ji cursed under her breath, as that was her favorite gun!
Sun Yuanshan’s ears twitched, alerting him that something was amiss.
"The enemy has more people; we’re pulling out."
The Zheng brothers were not convinced.
"Boss, if we don’t take this guy down, we won’t get the bounty!"
Sun Yuanshan glared at the two of them.
"What’s more important, money or life? Pull out!"
Under Sun Yuanshan’s command, the three men, albeit reluctantly, could only leave quickly through the back door and down the alley.
Wu Bin hid in the warehouse and found tools to untie the ropes on his hands.
He casually grabbed a small knife from the side and crouched behind the door, ready to deliver a fatal blow to anyone who came inside.
A shadow appeared at the doorway, and just as Wu Bin was about to act, the figure violently pushed the door, causing Wu Bin to slam against the wall behind it, seeing stars.
By the time Wu Bin regained his senses, the other person was already standing in front of him.
"Nightingale?"
Wu Bin was stunned.
He never would have expected Nightingale to be the one standing in front of him.
After all, hadn’t Nightingale said that they would never meet again?
"Surprised?" Nightingale asked, expressionless, as if Wu Bin owed her a large sum of money.
Wu Bin felt a bit awkward.
"Was it you who saved me just now?"
Nightingale explained indifferently, "It was an order from above, not my own intention, and I didn’t want to save you."
"But since you are from the Ninth Bureau, if you had died at the hands of those people earlier, it would have been a disgrace to our organization."
Nightingale’s tone remained cool, but Wu Bin didn’t mind at all.
After all, his life had been saved by Nightingale.
If Nightingale hadn’t come, he estimated he would already be a corpse by now.
Following Nightingale out of the warehouse, Wu Bin realized that more than a dozen fully armed personnel were outside, conducting checks and searches throughout the entire suburban factory area.
Wu Bin looked curious.
"Who are they?"
Nightingale explained, "The Fifth Special Task Force. A new order came down yesterday; from now on, this squad will be responsible for your protection."
As Nightingale spoke, a middle-aged man ran over from a distance, extending his hand.
"Wu Bin, right? Let’s get acquainted. My name is Han Biao, the captain of the Fifth Special Task Force. From now on, your safety is our responsibility."
True to his name, Han Biao was burly, almost like a tower of iron.
Wu Bin nodded satisfaction.
With such a formidable man protecting him, he felt much more at ease.
Han Biao made a gesture, and immediately someone brought over a briefcase.
Opening the briefcase, Wu Bin took a closer look and discovered it contained a smartphone, a smartwatch, a laptop, and a pair of glasses.
Han Biao said with a smile, "Wu Bin, these are the electronic devices we’ve prepared for you; you will use these from now on to facilitate our real-time tracking of your location."
