Chapter 15

"Master, I've been following that fat man. Although he wore a hat and sunglasses earlier, I can confirm it's him."

A young man with a crew cut was secretly making a phone call from a distance.

"Are you sure it's him? Don't make a mistake."

"Rest assured, Master. My specialty in the military was tracking and reconnaissance. Earlier, those people were grabbing his talismans, so I didn't have a chance to get close. Now he's alone."

"Hmph! What grabbing? They're just a bunch of fools who actually believe in such things. Do this: find a place where no one is around, knock him out, and take back the money for Miss. She'll be heartbroken when she realizes she was cheated. When I give her the money, she'll know she should listen to her brother."

"Rest assured, Master, I understand."

"Remember to be clean. Oh, and record it, so my little sister knows I'm not lying to her."

The young man with a crew cut hung up the phone and followed Ding Ning from a distance.

Ding Ning didn't realize he was being followed. There was a savings branch of the Agricultural Bank near the overpass market. At sixteen, Ding Ning already had an ID card. After arriving at the bank, he immediately opened two accounts.

He deposited 70,000 yuan in one account, which was for his mother and his master.

He deposited 15,000 yuan in the other account. He still had over 10,000 yuan left, which he planned to use for charity and renting a house.

The young man with a crew cut also entered the savings branch, wearing sunglasses. Ding Ning didn't recognize him.

Seeing that Ding Ning still had money, he didn't act rashly.

After Ding Ning finished his transactions and left, the young man followed him again.

Ding Ning realized that giving away money wasn't as simple as he thought. Occasionally giving 100 yuan to a beggar might be seen as kindness, but giving 10,000 yuan or handing out a stack of money to beggars would definitely make people think he was crazy.

Ding Ning didn't do that, and there weren't that many beggars around anyway.

Looking around, Ding Ning's eyes lit up when he saw a branch of the Chinese Red Cross nearby.

The Red Cross, upholding humanitarianism, supports impoverished mountainous areas or disaster-stricken regions. Donating money here should help him get rid of his wealth, and it would be a good deed without causing misunderstandings.

After some thought, Ding Ning walked towards the Red Cross branch.

Since Ding Ning was always in the middle of the crowd, the young man with a crew cut couldn't find a good opportunity to act and could only follow from a distance, occasionally reporting to his boss.

"What? You said that person went into the Red Cross?"

"Yes, boss. I haven't had a chance to act yet. He just went in."

"Damn it! He must be crazy, wanting to donate to the Red Cross. Follow him in and see what he's doing."

"Understood."

The young man with a crew cut quickly bought a T-shirt and a hat from a nearby clothing store, changed his appearance, and followed Ding Ning into the Red Cross.

As soon as Ding Ning entered, the bored staff members immediately greeted him warmly.

A woman in a black robe, holding a book, walked over and said warmly, "Young man, are you here to show your love to those in need?"

Ding Ning nodded, "I want to donate 10,000 yuan to the Red Cross, hoping to help those in need."

"Oh! You are a wealthy angel. God will bless you."

The woman seemed to be a Christian. She made the sign of the cross and her smile became even brighter.

Ding Ning frowned slightly. An angel is an angel, but what does 'wealthy angel' mean? If you want to say I'm fat, just say it directly.

The donation process was simple. After registering his name and signing, Ding Ning completed the donation.

After the donation, Ding Ning immediately felt a fluctuation in his divine sense, which began to strengthen.

According to his previous calculations, donating 10,000 yuan should increase his divine sense to the point where it could extend ten meters. However, this time there was a discrepancy.

His divine sense extended to 60 centimeters and then stopped growing.

Ding Ning was puzzled. Did he miscalculate? It shouldn't be, as his previous calculations were always precise.

But his divine sense stopped growing, no matter how much Ding Ning tried to enhance it.

Unable to find the reason, Ding Ning was very frustrated. He left the Red Cross with the donation receipt.

After leaving, the young man with a crew cut called to report again.

"Master, that fat man donated 10,000 yuan to the Red Cross. He seemed happy at first, but then he looked unhappy after the donation."

"Idiot! How can you trust the Red Cross? 10,000 yuan! If 500 yuan reaches the disaster victims, that's already good. This cheat is not only bad but also stupid."

"Yes, yes, yes. But Master, he seems to have less than 10,000 yuan left. Should I still act?"

"Why worry so much? The less we lose, the better. Act confidently."

"Understood, Master."

"Hold on."

The young master paused for a moment. "This person knows how to donate, so he doesn't seem too bad. When you act, be gentle. Just knock him out, don't leave any lasting injuries."

Ding Ning didn't know about the conversation behind him. He was feeling frustrated. It seemed his calculations were off. The growth of his divine sense might slow down as he progressed. 10,000 yuan only increased the range by 50 centimeters. His dream of instantly scanning the entire world with his divine sense seemed unlikely to come true.

"Whatever, take it one step at a time. One shouldn't be greedy."

Ding Ning quickly adjusted his mindset. Next, he wanted to find a taxi and go to the area near Binhai No. 1 High School to look for a house with spiritual energy.

Taxis couldn't be hailed on the main road, as parking was not allowed. Ding Ning quickly left the Red Cross and walked to a relatively secluded road.

After going to the savings branch and the Red Cross, it was already getting late. The secluded road was a bit dark, and there weren't many pedestrians.

Ding Ning stood on this road, and as soon as he stopped, he suddenly felt a sense of danger.

He was being followed!

Cultivators have very sensitive senses. Actually, Ding Ning had felt this way since he finished selling the talismans, but he was too focused on the money and didn't pay much attention. Now he was aware of it.

Who could be following him here? He didn't know anyone in this city.

Unfortunately, the range of his divine sense was too short. If it could extend ten meters, he would have easily discovered who was following him.

Ding Ning felt the person behind him approaching cautiously. He didn't turn around, as that would alert the person.

After cultivation, Ding Ning no longer took ordinary people seriously. No matter who the attacker was, he was confident he could defeat them.

With his hands in his pockets, Ding Ning pretended to be waiting for a taxi, but his mind was highly focused. His divine sense extended 60 centimeters, allowing him to instantly detect any object approaching this range.

Footsteps approached, and the person pretended to be a passerby. Ding Ning could feel a sense of danger approaching from behind.

Here it comes!

A gust of wind suddenly came from behind, aiming straight for Ding Ning's neck.

If this area was hit, Ding Ning would instantly collapse and lose his ability to resist.

Ding Ning's eyes narrowed slightly. The attacker's hand was within the range of his divine sense, and everything was under control.

Without turning around, just as the attacker was about to hit him, Ding Ning suddenly crouched, dodging the fatal blow. Without looking back, he bent his elbow and struck backward!

This attack was too sudden. Even if the attacker was a soldier, it would be hard to dodge. Who would expect a lamb to suddenly turn into a lion?

Moreover, Ding Ning didn't turn around, greatly reducing the distance and time of the attack. The attacker had no chance to dodge.

The attacker was quite capable and managed to twist his body at the last moment, but it didn't matter. Ding Ning's powerful strike hit his stomach!

"Bang!"

A dull sound echoed as the attacker stumbled backward, his eyes rolling back, unable to catch his breath or even cry out.

Only then did Ding Ning turn around and recognize the man. It was the bodyguard standing next to the pretty girl who bought his talismans.

Ding Ning felt a surge of anger. He didn't expect these people to attack him after buying his talismans. The arrogant face of the girl's brother flashed in his mind.

Well, the loss from the donation can be recovered from you.