Han Guo Ping's funeral was extremely low-key, to the point where nothing seemed to have happened. Han Guo Ping's subordinates and trusted aides planned to hold a grand funeral and memorial event, but those arrangements were all mercilessly rejected by Han Bing, while Qin Sheng and Chen Bei Ming both raised their two hands in approval.
But even so, the news of Han Guo Ping committing suicide spread like wildfire and shocked everyone. After all, Han Guo Ping was a big figure in Shanghai.
However, for those who knew Han Guo Ping's recent situation, they were not surprised by his death. Apart from Third Lord Wu who took advantage of his predicament, a lot of people would have been involved if Han Guo Ping did not die.
His death was the best outcome.
In the next morning, Qin Sheng and Chen Bei Ming would accompany Han Bing to send Han Guo Ping’s ashes back to Tianshui for his burial. Han Bing did not invite anyone to go with them. Beside the two, she only brought
Qin Sheng had promised Han Guoping that he would protect Han Bing. Now that Han Guoping had passed away, Qin Sheng could well shed his responsibility of protecting Han Bing. After all, it was merely an agreement. In the present society, whoever took this seriously could eventually be made to pay with his own life or be admonished. However, Han Bing had nobody to rely on at this time. Qin Sheng could bear to just stand around and watch her perish. He would be stricken with guilt for the rest of his life. There are things a man could do and others a man should not do, but most importantly, he must be able to bear responsibilities. Qin Sheng had made up his mind to wade through the murky waters no matter what obstacles he would face. His only goal was to safeguard Han Bing. "Thank you, Uncle Jiang. I really appreciate your kind consideration for my sake," Qin Sheng shook his head and let out a helpless chuckle as he continued, "I can't
Qin Sheng once came across a phrase saying, "What is the height a man should attain in his life before he could make a name for himself after he dies?" How much was Han Guoping worth? Perhaps his death would only cause ripples within the upper circle of society. To the commoners by and large, his death could be likened to a pebble being tossed into a lake. It would not make big waves. His death would be insignificant. How about he himself? If an accident were to happen during this trip to Tianshui, who would be aware of his death? And who would shed a tear for him? Qin Sheng could only laugh at himself. He must not die. He had to turn the tables. After all, this was not the first time he was faced with such a crisis in the last two years. Although this was the first time Qin Sheng was taking such a high-class private jet, he was not especially excited. After all, he was not an ignorant young lad. He had been brought up
Qin Sheng and Chen Beiming were on high alert for any unforeseen crisis the moment they set foot on Han Village. After all, it could be quite chaotic at a funeral such as this because everyone did not know each other, thinking the others were just some relatives and friends of the Hans. This was an opportunity for the trouble makers. Unexpectedly, the killers had hung on for an entire day until it was nightfall before they sprung into action. What was even more unexpected was that they were using guns. Losing all hope, Qin Sheng felt completely helpless. Would Han Bing really die this time? At the critical moment when the killer was about to fire his gun, a brick flew out of nowhere and struck the killer on his wrist and immediately the gun was knocked off from his hand and was flung into the air a few meters away. It was then that Qin Sheng noticed Old Wu standing at the door not far from him. It had to be him who tossed the brick. Who else would
This road could only lead to the Hans village, there is not a lot of traffic normally especially at night. At this very moment, four cars appeared in the same time at the front and back of them. Qin Sheng and Chen Beiming realized what's going on. The four cars showed no sign of slowing down from both the front and back. On the left side of the road was a gully, and a barren hill overgrown with weeds and trees was on the right. Fortunately, it wasn't a cliff or they would be dead in here tonight. The driver, Han Song had no idea what's happening at all. He was still waiting for the front cars to make way for him. Old Wu, who sat in the co-pilot in case of accidents pulled the steering wheel to the right side hard, yelling, "Break!" Han Song had never encountered such a situation. It was Old Wu's roar that brought him back to his senses. He hit the break as hard as he could subconsciously. The Toyota Prado rushed directly toward the hill and broke
Old Wu and Chen Beiming had risked their lives to redeem some precious time for Qin Sheng and Han Bing such that Qin Sheng managed to drag Han Bing running along a great distance away. Qin Sheng had grown up in the hills and this was a great advantage to them. On the other hand, Han Bing left Han Village for Shanghai only when she was sixteen. Han Village was not only her parents' hometown, it was hers as well. She used to play around the hills, therefore she was also very familiar with the surrounding area. At first, Qin Sheng was worried that Han Bing would run back because of her willfulness. There was no room for nostalgia, neither was this child's play, but a matter of life and death. He was not going to let Han Bing mess things up, which was why he simply carried her in his arms and ran. Fortunately, Han Bing weighed merely 100 pounds, which was not too heavy because she had always maintained a lean figure. Qin Sheng simply treated the escape as an armed cros
There was a common saying that went, "Accident or tomorrow, you will never know which will come first." Accidents were indeed what people feared. However, what was even more fearsome was a man's heart and his evil plottings. Perhaps you tried hard to defend against them, but the result might not be what you had wished for. Qin Sheng, however, wanted to give a go with his own strength. Just as he believed that no one was God and nobody was invincible. Even if he were defeated in the end, he had to guard his pride. Zhao Quan had managed to make the necessary arrangements with Tian Shui's leaders and the police force, who were stunned by what had happened the night before. Immediately, a special unit was set up for investigation. In a while, some policemen were sent over to the hotel to make a record of the account from Qin Sheng and Han Bing. From the information provided by Qin Sheng and Han Bing, the area under search was extended. The p
Perhaps Qin Sheng and Hao Lei would not be able to tell the commoners apart from saint living in Zhongnan Mountains, there was no doubt that Qin Sheng's grandfather could immediately point them out. When Qin Sheng was still a boy, his grandfather had brought him to see these real saints in recluse. This was the reason Qin Sheng immediately thought about this old man in Zhangnan Mountains out of the people he knew. Qin Sheng knew this old man had a few disciples and he was truly an accomplished martial artist. This was the first time Hao Lei met such a person. He continued with caution, "Mister, Qin Sheng had met with some trouble and is asking for your help." "His grandfather had passed and I haven't seen him for two years. How is Qin Sheng?" Finally, the old man opened his eyes and fixed them on Hao Lei. Within the dimly lit hut, the look in the old man's eye sent a chill up Hao Lei's spine, so much so, he did not dare to look
The real recluse camouflages himself in the city. Hao Lei was convinced this time. He had not expected Chang Baji, who worked at this kind of place, was actually such a powerful man. Why would he stoop here? To Hao Lei, Chang Baji was a talent who would flourish wherever he went. Perhaps such a person as Chang Baji had a mental state of another dimension. It was impossible to comprehend such people using common sense alone. Chang Baji had, after all, convinced him through defeating him. Hao Lei, being a straight forward person was direct and honest with his dealings with people. Once he approved of someone, he would treat him as a true friend. This was the reason he was so close to Qin Sheng. After getting into his car, Hao Lei gave Qin Sheng a call to tell him everything that had happened, including how he met the old saint, how the old saint had sent for his disciple to go to Shanghai, how his disciple was a man called Chang Baji who worked at Congress S