A Sudden Assassination

Lin Bei found a hotel to stay in, then rummaged through his suitcase.

There were some clothes in the suitcase, along with some identification documents. Finally, Lin Bei also found a Citibank Card tucked into a hidden compartment.

"Tsk... Looks like the identity the simulator arranged for me this time is a rich person."

Lin Bei flipped the bank card over in his hand, then slipped it into the inner pocket of his clothes.

This kind of bank card was not something ordinary people could have.

Lin Bei packed his suitcase back up, then went downstairs to get something to eat.

Because it was only a projection of his consciousness, this body of his was very ordinary. It did not possess the strength of the Douluo world. Aside from being somewhat tall and sturdy, there was nothing extraordinary about it.

Fortunately, the combat instincts he had trained in the Bewildering Grand Canyon, along with the martial arts concepts he had obtained from Ip Man back then, both allowed him to unleash sufficiently powerful fighting ability. So in this world, Lin Bei still did not have to worry about fights.

"Boss, a bowl of noodles."

After casually finding a noodle stall, Lin Bei sat down by the table and called out to the middle-aged owner with a white towel draped over his shoulder.

"Sure thing, boss. Just a moment."

Seeing that Lin Bei was dressed quite respectably, the noodle stall owner spoke somewhat stiffly.

Lin Bei nodded.

He sat on the stool, watching the crowds coming and going on the street with a trace of nostalgia.

After transmigrating to Douluo Continent, what he saw every day had been hair of every imaginable color. Now that he saw black hair filling the entire street, he could not help feeling a little emotional.

At that moment, several burly men suddenly came to the noodle stall.

"There isn't a single person in Foshan who can fight. This time, we're going to make a fortune!"

They spoke with strong northeastern accents, their faces full of smiles and arrogance. After sitting down, they began discussing the matter of opening a martial arts school.

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow and thought to himself, Isn't that Jin Shanzhao and his group?

Judging from their appearance, it seemed they had already challenged those masters on Martial Arts School Street.

Then according to the plot, were they going to challenge Ip Man next?

Lin Bei grew interested, paying attention to Jin Shanzhao and the others' movements while slurping down his noodles.

Before long, the noodle stall owner really could not stand listening to Jin Shanzhao's group belittle Foshan. When serving the noodles, he could not help saying:

"You bunch of country bumpkins, you think beating a few decorative displays makes you experts? Beat the strongest one first, then talk."

Jin Shanzhao asked, "Hey! Who's the best fighter in Foshan?"

The noodle stall owner glanced at him. "Ip Man, of course. You think it's me?"

Jin Shanzhao chewed the noodles in his mouth, looking thoughtful. Suddenly, he put down the chopsticks in his hand and said, "Brothers, let's go find Ip Man!"

Clatter.

The group of burly men immediately stood up, asked the noodle stall owner clearly where Ip Man lived, then shouted as they headed toward Ip Man's house.

Everyone on the street was drawn by their shouts, jostling after Jin Shanzhao and the others as they went to Ip Man's house together.

Lin Bei paid the bill and also followed behind the crowd.

Suddenly, his heart tightened, as if he had been targeted by a venomous snake.

The perception he had tempered in the Bewildering Grand Canyon sensed a killing intent.

He instinctively rolled toward a shop beside him.

A gunshot rang out with a crack.

A bullet struck the spot where Lin Bei had just been standing.

When the crowd on the street heard the gunshot, they instantly descended into chaos, screaming as they scattered in every direction.

Inside the shop, sweat broke out on Lin Bei's forehead as he glanced outside. He saw two blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners holding guns and charging toward him.

What was going on?

Lin Bei was full of questions, but he had no time to think. Seeing a window at the back of the shop, he immediately ran over and jumped out.

He sprinted desperately through the alley.

Although he did not know why he was being hunted, right now, staying alive mattered most.

He was no Titled Douluo at the moment.

He was just an ordinary person who happened to be relatively sturdy and tall. If he took a bullet, he would die.

Lin Bei still remembered that the first time he simulated the Ip Man Timeline, he had died under fast and accurate bullets precisely because he had refused to believe it.

He absolutely could not be stupid again.

"Huff..."

After twisting and turning through the alley, Lin Bei discovered that no one was chasing him from behind. Only then did he stop, bracing his hands on his knees as he panted and rested.

Once his breathing steadied, Lin Bei found a deserted place, took off all the suit and trousers he was wearing, then took a set of clothes from a nearby clothesline and put them on.

Then he scooped up a few handfuls of dust from the ground and smeared it over his face. After that, he cautiously observed his surroundings. Only after failing to spot those two foreigners did he slowly walk out of the alley.

Lin Bei was in no mood to watch the excitement now.

To be honest, everything had happened too suddenly, and it was far too absurd.

He had only wanted to happily admire Ip Man's kung fu up close. Was that wrong?

It wasn't wrong at all.

There were so many people on the street who wanted to watch the excitement.

Why didn't you shoot them, and instead just had to shoot me?

Did I offend you or provoke you?

What kind of plot development was this?

Lin Bei truly couldn't figure it out.

He had come to Ip Man's world precisely because it was safe here and didn't have too much danger. Who would have thought he would be hunted down the moment he arrived?

Why had those foreigners come after him?

It wasn't as if he was some famous scientist or a high-ranking government official...

Wait!

Lin Bei suddenly realized where the problem lay:

Identity!

The identity the simulator had arranged for him, an overseas returnee, might have a problem!

Otherwise, why would those people want to kill him?

And it was even a cross-border pursuit. That was honestly a bit much.

Lin Bei thought as he walked.

But what exactly was wrong with this identity?

When he had just searched his luggage, the documents he found had seemed perfectly normal. There was nothing special about them.

"Looks like I'll have to search that suitcase again..."

With that thought, Lin Bei prepared to return to the hotel.

He arrived on the street and found many patrol officers making their rounds.

Lin Bei hurriedly pretended to be a passerby, edged toward the side of the road, then headed for the hotel.

Fortunately, he had changed his clothes in the alley. Now he was wearing coarse cloth garments, with a few streaks of ash on his face, making him look just like a hard-labor worker.

He did not attract the patrol officers' attention.

Lin Bei reached the hotel entrance, but before he could go in, he saw a foreigner carrying his suitcase out of the hotel.

"Damn it!"

Lin Bei quickly headed toward a nearby corner while observing the foreigner carrying the suitcase.

He saw the foreigner walk a short distance to the side, and then a car drove up beside him and picked him up.

The next second, the car started.

Lin Bei watched helplessly as the other party drove off in style.

Fuck!

Cursing inwardly, Lin Bei unwillingly chased in the direction the car had gone.

Not long after, the car stopped in front of an attic building.

The foreigner in the car got out with Lin Bei's suitcase and entered the attic building.

At the same time, the driver parked the car off to one side, got out, and smoked while keeping watch over the surroundings.

Lin Bei chased them there and glanced at the attic building.

He observed the terrain and found a blind spot beside the attic building. As long as the driver did not come close, he would not discover him.

Lin Bei immediately slipped into the corner. After taking a deep breath, he climbed toward the attic building.

Although he was only an ordinary person in this spacetime, without Soul Power or a martial soul, the skills and combat awareness he had honed in the Bewildering Grand Canyon would not disappear. Climbing an attic building was no problem.

Lin Bei easily climbed up onto the attic building.

He glanced down at the driver below. The driver was still leaning against the hood, smoking with a vigilant expression. If he turned around and looked now, he would discover Lin Bei.

But he did not turn around.

Lin Bei immediately slipped into the attic building.

He faintly heard voices talking in the room downstairs.

"...We didn't find that bank card."

"Could that guy have been carrying it on him?"

"That's possible."

"Since that's possible, hurry up and find him for me! If we still can't find that guy, that stingy bastard Bruce will definitely dock our commission."

Lin Bei looked toward the direction the voice had come from.

He saw that his suitcase had been opened, and the clothes, documents, and other things inside had been thrown everywhere.

Around the suitcase stood a group of foreigners in suits.

One of them, a burly man with brown hair who seemed to be the leader, stood by the table and loudly berated the others.