Chapter 6 Actually, I Am The North Town King

• "Name?"
• "Mad Blade."
• "Gender?"
• "Male."
• "You said that Crooked Scar died from cerebral hemorrhage. Do you have any evidence?" Zhao Baichuan asked.
• Mad Blade looked up, glanced at Ning Beichuan with some fear, and then nodded heavily. "Yes."
• "What evidence do you have?"
• Mad Blade presented a medical certificate.
• It was an authoritative report from Liang City People's Hospital, dated last year, so there was no possibility of forgery.
• Zhao Baichuan immediately changed his judgment.
• "Crooked Scar died from cerebral hemorrhage. The evidence is conclusive. Lawyer Chen, this matter has nothing to do with you."
• Zhao Baichuan smiled.
• Chen Zitong was confused, being held by Ning Beichuan, unable to find the warmth and sense of security anymore.
• "Mr. Ning, are you satisfied?" Zhao Baichuan asked tentatively.
• "It's fine. Today's matter ends here. Consider it a favor owed to you by Ning." Ning Beichuan's tone was indifferent.
• Zhao Baichuan smiled. "This is Zhao's duty!"
• Ning Beichuan stood up.
• He lifted Chen Zitong up and said softly, "Wu Jie, let's go home."
• Chen Zitong felt her heart melting.
• Her face turned slightly red as she buried herself in Ning Beichuan's arms, afraid to look at the curious gazes of the others.
• "Xiaobeichuan, what's going on?" Chen Zitong immediately pulled Ning Beichuan aside after leaving the inspection hall, looking puzzled.
• In her opinion, Ning Beichuan couldn't possibly have such great power.
• He actually made the prestigious Liang City Governor Zhao Baichuan bow and scrape.
• "Cough, Wu Jie, I don't want to deceive you." Ning Beichuan thought for a moment, then looked at Chen Zitong seriously and said, "I can't pretend anymore. I am actually the North Town King."
• "Commanding the entire Great Xia Army, they naturally fear me!"
• Upon hearing Ning Beichuan's words, Chen Zitong froze in place.
• These words were like thunder, echoing for a long time, difficult to comprehend.
• Her younger brother?
• The North Town King?
• How could that be!
• After a while, Chen Zitong shook her head, dismissing this absurd idea.
• Then she burst into laughter, playfully hitting Ning Beichuan's head one by one, and said, "You little clever devil, do you think your sister is a fool? The North Town King is such a prominent figure. Don't bring trouble upon yourself, okay?"
• "I really am the North Town King!"
• Ning Beichuan felt helpless. He finally gathered the courage to confess to his sister, but she didn't believe him?
• Forget it.
• Since she didn't believe it, he could just make up a story.
• That makes sense.
• If he were to reveal his identity on the street, who would believe him?
• He might even be considered crazy.
• "Although I was angry at the time, I didn't go as far as to kill someone. Besides, I couldn't let Wu Jie suffer," he said.
• "Hmph."
• Chen Zitong pinched Ning Beichuan's nose. "Consider yourself lucky."
• She didn't mind the awkwardness of being in his arms at all.
• She said, "But why did Governor Zhao help us, and those military figures, I always feel something is not right!"
• "Maybe it's some high-ranking leader coming to inspect."
• That's a good point, and he was indeed a high-ranking leader.
• "Perhaps."
• "But Beichuan, you came back without telling your sister, you're really naughty!"
• Chen Zitong pinched Ning Beichuan's ear and twisted it 360 degrees, clearly forgetting about this matter.
• For her, nothing was more important than Ning Beichuan's return.
• "Ouch!"
• "Sister, spare me!"
• Ning Beichuan exclaimed, but remained calm, stepping away from the inspection office and into the street.
• At this moment.
• Several military bigwigs walked out of the inspection office and happened to witness this scene.
• They were instantly shocked!
• After all, this was the King of the North, the King of the Northern Territory!
• He was actually being pressed down by a little girl, and he seemed to be enjoying it?
• King, are you kidding?
• Everyone was dumbfounded, hurriedly got into their cars, and left the scene, afraid of angering the King.
• Only Beiming Xiaotian remained calm, waiting silently.
• Watching the military vehicles drive away.
• Chen Zitong stared at the license plate that caused a sensation, lost in thought for a moment.
• When would she be able to wield power and protect this big family?
• "Do you want it?"
• Ning Beichuan suddenly asked.
• "Huh?"
• "If you want something like that, I can find one for you."
• Ning Beichuan thought Chen Zitong liked Hummers, after all, with Wu Jie's style, it was quite wild.
• "Pfft."
• "Don't brag, I left my car at the company, let's take a taxi back."
• Chen Zitong smiled lightly.
• "Xiaotian."
• Ning Beichuan became unhappy. He didn't care if she believed he was the King of the North, but he had to prove himself in this matter!
• The street was gradually emptying at this moment.
• The two strolled along the street, chasing and playing with each other, just like when they were children.
• Ning Beichuan was inspired, he wanted to give Wu Jie a gift.
• "A car that is low-key yet luxurious, unique yet imposing, in three minutes!"
• At that moment, they reached a red light.
• "Pfft."
• Upon hearing Ning Beichuan's words, a black BMW stopped and the driver rolled down the window, sneering, "You little brat, picking up girls isn't done like this. With your poor and shabby appearance, how can you be low-key, luxurious, unique, and domineering?"
• "You must be joking, hahaha!"
• "What's it to you?"
• Ning Beichuan frowned, feeling somewhat displeased.
• "Mr. Wu?"
• When Chen Zitong saw the middle-aged man, she was taken aback, then immediately took out her phone, turned it on, and sweat started to appear on her face.
• She knew this person, a business partner with whom she had dealt with a few times. She remembered his name, Wu Xingguo, a resident of Liangcheng.
• Ding!
• Ding!
• Ding!
• Looking at the dozen or so missed calls and messages popping up on her phone, Chen Zitong's scalp went numb.
• She was in trouble!
• It seemed like she had messed up an important negotiation.
• She had already prepared herself for imprisonment, but the sudden acquittal left her stunned for a while.
• Although she didn't have to go to jail.
• Life still had to go on!
• For a moment, Chen Zitong furrowed her brows, feeling extremely concerned.
• "Chen Zitong, it's you!"
• "Do you realize how crucial today's negotiation was? And yet, you were absent!"
• "Hmph, just wait until Mr. Liu explodes tomorrow. You've jeopardized the future of Yuanshan Industries. Mr. Liu won't let you off the hook!"
• Wu Xingguo became furious upon seeing Chen Zitong.
• Due to Chen Zitong's absence, a significant collaborative project of the company couldn't be accomplished, resulting in direct or indirect losses exceeding one billion. In other words, if it couldn't be recovered, his performance for the entire year would be ruined.
• Furthermore, because of this trivial matter, he was scolded by his superiors for over ten hours. Who could tolerate that?
• Seeing Chen Zitong, he became enraged!
• "Mr. Wu, I sincerely apologize for this. I will explain the situation to Mr. Liu. The other party has given us a two-day window for negotiation, so we still have a chance!"
• "A chance? You still expect a chance?"
• Wu Xingguo was itching to devour Chen Zitong whole. He said, "Hmph, how about this? Get in my car tonight... tomorrow, hehe... I can help you plead for mercy."
• That gaze could be described as everyone knowing the heart of Sima Zhao!
• Slap!
• Ning Beichuan didn't hesitate for a moment and slapped him.
• How dare he even think about his fifth sister? Unforgivable!
• Wu Xingguo's ears were ringing from the slap. He gritted his teeth and said with a furious expression, "You little brat, are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
• Wu Xingguo stepped out of the car, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to attack Ning Beichuan.
• Boom!
• At that moment, a truck came speeding by, heading straight towards Wu Xingguo's shop.
• The latter froze in place, immediately terrified, backing away repeatedly, and finally fell on his backside, almost wetting himself in fear.
• Exactly three minutes had passed at that moment.