The follower, seeing this scene, inwardly cried out in alarm. Although he had known these people were not good people, he had not expected it to be this serious. He had only tested them once before they pulled out their guns.

At the same time, this sudden change of scene startled the surrounding passengers. The men who had been sitting there silently all along suddenly drew their guns.

Did they encounter robbers? Although the situation is quite chaotic these days, Nanjing and Hangzhou are the central areas of the country, and public security is still guaranteed. I didn't expect something like this to happen so suddenly.

Everyone was in a panic, and a female passenger nearby even screamed in fright.

Sun Jiacheng had no choice but to stand up and shout loudly, "Please don't panic, everyone. We are government officials, not criminals. We have just caught a thief. Please sit back down quietly."

It took a while to calm everyone down. Ning Zhiheng shook his head to himself. People hadn't adapted to the chaotic and disorderly life yet, and it wouldn't be long before they became helpless and numb to it all.

In another corner of the carriage, two middle-aged men in suits watched the scene unfold, especially when the team members pulled out their guns. Their eyes narrowed, and one of them pressed down on the small leather suitcase next to him with one hand until Sun Jiacheng spoke up to reassure everyone, at which point he slowly withdrew his hand.

At this moment, the attendant quickly spoke up to explain, "I am not a thief, I am just a traveler who accidentally tripped and fell. Gentlemen, you have misunderstood, this is no joke."

Sun Jiacheng had no patience to waste any more words with him. He stepped forward and kicked him hard in the stomach, causing him to flinch and almost catch his breath.

At this moment, the wealthy young man walked over in a few steps and said hesitantly, "Gentlemen, it's just a misunderstanding. This is my attendant. How could he be a thief? Can I take him away?"

Sun Jiacheng ignored him completely. With a wave of his hand, several action team members appeared behind him, their hands tightly bound and unable to move.

"Team leader, what should we do? Cripple them?" Sun Jiacheng turned to Ning Zhiheng for instructions.

These words immediately startled the wealthy young man and his attendant, causing them to tremble.

At this moment, Ning Zhiheng, who had been sitting by the window watching the play, smiled slightly and said, "Bring them over!"

The team members pushed the two men together in front of Ning Zhiheng, then kicked them in the back of the knees, causing them to immediately kneel down in front of Ning Zhiheng.

While the two men were still unsettled, Ning Zhiheng reached out and took a matchbox from the table. He opened his palm and held it out in front of them, saying calmly, "Since you're trying to sneak in, I'll test your skills. Take this matchbox from my hand as quickly as possible. If you're good, I'll let you go. If you're not good..."

At this point, his voice turned hard and cold: "I'll cripple you all!"

At this moment, the rich young man struggled and shouted, "How can you be so unreasonable? I've already said I'm not...!"

The operative next to him smashed a gun butt into his forehead, and blood immediately gushed out and flowed down his cheek.

Passengers who were peeking at the scene nearby were terrified and dared not make a sound, sitting quietly in their seats.

The wealthy young man cried out in pain, but his hands were tightly locked and he couldn't move. Ning Zhiheng didn't say anything, his eyes fixed on the attendant.

The attendant knew he had been outmaneuvered by these ruthless people. His whereabouts had been exposed, and they hadn't given them a chance to argue, nor did they believe their arguments.

At this moment, Sun Jiacheng pressed the muzzle of a gun against his head again, gesturing with his eyes to urge him to take the matchbox from Ning Zhiheng's hand.

The teammates on both sides released his hands. He knew he had no choice. The young man in front of him had a calm face like a still lake, but the coldness in his eyes was icy. He knew that the other party was not joking. If he really could not meet the other party's requirements, he would definitely be crippled today!

He took a deep breath, gently moved his wrists for a while, and then suddenly flicked his left hand out, passing through Ning Zhiheng's palm at a speed that was almost invisible to everyone.

The moment he made his move, Ning Zhiheng closed his eyes and carefully sensed the other's movements. With Ning Zhiheng's superhuman perception, he didn't even notice a wisp of wind. He only felt a slight lightness in his hand. When he opened his eyes again, the matchbox was gone.

Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but nod. To be able to do this within his perception, this person's skills were definitely those of a master. If he hadn't been on guard beforehand, he might have really been outmaneuvered when he was off guard.

A smile appeared on Ning Zhiheng's face as he nodded and said, "Not bad, you're still useful!"

The attendant's tense gaze immediately relaxed, knowing that he had passed the test this time. He tactfully placed the matchbox back into Ning Zhiheng's hand.

Ning Zhiheng then looked at the wealthy young man beside him and said, "It's your turn. You'd better not disappoint me!"

The wealthy young man had already come to terms with reality and dared not say anything more. The two teammates beside him released his arms.

He wiped the blood from his cheek with his sleeve, took a deep breath to catch his breath, and then, mimicking the attendant's movements, quickly slashed his right hand away from Ning Zhiheng's palm.

Ning Zhiheng also closed his eyes to feel the movement. He could clearly feel the wind when the other man waved his sleeve. Just as the other man's fingers touched the matchbox, he suddenly grabbed the other man's wrist and twisted it hard.

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