"Wow, he's really that good?"

A bustling commercial street, a child opens their phone, and the wallpaper happens to be a picture of a youth in plain clothes.

In what era do people still wear cloth, it's making the child pout with thin lips. I secretly think that when I see him tomorrow, I should ask him to change his clothes immediately.

A kind smile graced the face of a silver-haired woman in her seventies as she stopped.

"You don't think highly of him?" the old man turned back.

The baby's teeth lightly bite, full of reluctance.

The conversation started.

"Her brows furrowed slightly: "Look, he's the same age as me, but dressed like an old man. That white cloth is dreadful!"

"Bold!" The old man's dragon head cane paused for a moment.

With a thud, the flagstones beneath his feet shattered.

All the street vendors

immediately peed their pants.

The child is very stubborn and won't change their mind.

The old man solemnly said: “Qinghe, tonight I want you to remember this. He's a man of simple living, with the intention of leaving with nothing but two sleeves of wind. Do you know that three years ago, 800,000 enemy troops gathered at the border?”

"

I don't know, it seems to be near the border. In the end, didn't they retreat?

The child thought seriously.

The elderly man, with the most placid tone of voice, said something that caused a frenzy.

They certainly have to retreat, stand guard at the border. How dare wolves outside the territory not retreat!

"One piece of cloth, awe-inspiring 800,000 elite soldiers!"

He is Ningbei!

The old man slowly took out a piece of silk.

The child gasped, “How is that possible? A single garment to frighten eighty thousand enemies? Could he be a god?”

"If anyone in this world could be deified, it would be him and no one else!"

The elderly man was somewhat tired, and he slowly disappeared with the child on the bustling street.

If anyone in the world could be deified, it would undoubtedly be Ning Bei, the mythical being of the Northern Border.

A mere cloth, a man like a god!

His legend, a single sentence suffices.

The most terrifying thing in the world is cloth.

……

One old man, vanished into the bustling streets of Bianjing City.

A massive cruise ship sails towards the east, across a vast ocean miles away.

A young man with starry eyes and a handsome face sat near the entrance, his smile seeming perpetually kind.

Next to the seat, there sat a thin old man who looked anxious and uneasy. His face, scorched by the flames, was terribly frighteningly disfigured.

He was sweating profusely, his face pale.

"Mr. Elder, this is a bit too much, isn't it?" Bu Qingnian said gently.

"Some!" the frail old man admitted with bitterness.

Ningbei brought over a teacup without bothering the flight attendant.

But the elderly drink water frequently, and the amount they drink is significantly higher than normal people. This is not just a matter of habit, it's a sign of illness!

Some are reminiscent of post-traumatic stress disorder!

Ning Bei Jing and the other elders waited until the old man finished his water before asking, "Sir, was your injury caused by the fire?"

"I used to be a firefighter. Fifteen years ago, during the JinGang fire, I went in with my squad to put out the flames. Life was on the line, but we didn't die."

The old man hung his head in self-deprecating amusement.

That fire consumed the entire platoon, leaving him a horrifically burned and unrecognizable creature.

Man lives in the world, his face is completely different, how cruel!

Ningbei, as a listener, heard the old man recount the ferocity of the fire that year. Noticing the bottom of his water glass, he got up to buy some mineral water.

When Ding Bei returned, he found his seat was empty.

Before the public hot water dispenser, an elderly man with thin and gaunt hands, but only six fingers, wandered aimlessly. A whole journey of travel, leaving him thirsty for even a drop, had taken its toll.

Behind the old man stood a tall man in a black suit, frowning and urging: “Old man, what are you dawdling for!”

"Sorry, that's all I can do..."

The elderly person had a need, Zhang turned off the faucet and was about to leave.

The result was that Dah Han's patience had long since run out. He shoved the old man aside, eagerly grabbing a crystal cup to fill with hot water.

The old man swayed, the ramen flew out of his hand and landed on the ground, the broth splashing everywhere...

In the front of the hallway, a fair-skinned young man sat with debris strewn at his feet—ramen boxes scattered everywhere. His eyes were clouded, flickering with anger as he sneered: "You old dog, you're looking for death, aren't you?!"

Smack!

The young man, pure and white, suddenly sprang up and slapped the old man's face.

The old man staggered back several steps, nearly falling.

The man in the suit turned around, his face pale: "Liang, you... are you alright?"

"What do you think?" asked the clean-cut young man, Liang Yu, with a glance.

The burly man in a suit was a bodyguard, he turned cold and started punching and kicking the old man, yelling: "You blind old fool, do you know who you've messed with?"

The second master of the Liang family, Liang Yu, from Bianjing City's seven great aristocratic families!

Looking at Bianjing, the Liang family is deeply rooted and has been flourishing in recent years, becoming increasingly powerful and nearly reaching the top position among the seven great families.

In Bianjing, there's no one Liang Yu can't handle!

The passengers in the surrounding seats looked fearful. The Liang family, people knew, were formidable and few families in all of Bianjing dared to provoke them.

Ningbei Bu Wuchen, thin Wei: "One more step from you, and I'll kill your entire clan!"

Whoosh!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Who is this person?

Even the Liang family can be provoked, looking at all of Bianjing, I'm afraid that the other noble families wouldn't dare to say they would wipe out the entire Liang family.

The bodyguard froze, his fist suspended in mid-air.

Liang Yu laughed angrily: "Who the hell are you, keep hitting me!"

"Source of 《The Strongest War God in the City, Ning Bei》:"