Early the next day, Bidegla was awakened by the commotion outside his room. Upon looking through the peephole, he saw Jennie Laura preparing to leave. Stepping outside, Bidegla called out to Jennie Laura, inquiring, "Jennie, why the rush so early in the morning?"

"It's like this, last night, the original stones were transported from the Hualian Jewelry Store. I need to go supervise. You stay home and rest today, you are the hero of this mission." Jennie Laura smiled and then left the house.

After she left, Bidegla did not continue his practice. However, he couldn't ignore his hunger after sitting quietly all night, despite feeling mentally alert. After a brief wash, he left the house. Just as he exited the villa area, at the mouth of an alley, he collided with someone. The force of the impact nearly knocked Bidegla down. At that moment, a sudden chill swept over him, and a sense of foreboding enveloped his mind, prompting him to instinctively push the person who had collided with him. A gleaming blade was thrust toward his abdomen from the person's hand. Realizing the danger, Bidegla narrowly dodged the fatal blow, sustaining a cut to his right side in the process. "Die!" Nearly killed, Bidegla was furious, as his nature was typically non-confrontational. But now, faced with someone trying to kill him, he could not stand idly by. Evading the fatal strike, Bidegla delivered a heavy blow to the assailant's chest. There was a series of cracking sounds, as the person was sent flying like a cannonball, with several ribs broken, rendering him temporarily incapacitated. However, the ordeal was far from over. After dealing with the first assailant, three more individuals emerged from the alley, all dressed in black and armed with knives. Bidegla's countenance darkened upon encountering an assassination attempt while simply going out for breakfast. He retreated as the three attackers advanced. He could easily handle unarmed opponents, but facing three armed assailants simultaneously left him with little confidence. Life is precious, and he did not want to lose it so senselessly. "Who are you people?" Bidegla shouted. "Those who will end your life," came the cold response from one of the assailants, as they charged at him. "Damn it," Bidegla cursed, fleeing into a nearby alley. They would eventually catch up to him on the main road, so he opted to take his chances in the narrow alleys to evade them. After running about ten meters, Bidegla's expression changed as he realized that the path ahead was a dead end. In that moment, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat, stopping to face the three people chasing him. "We chose this location in advance to kill you. Today is the day of your death," they declared, advancing with their knives in the crowded alley. A scene of bloodshed that one would expect from a movie was unfolding before Bidegla's eyes. Now, he had no choice but to fight back.

There is a saying, "If you stir up trouble, you'll have to pay for it." Seeing that the other side wanted to kill him, it aroused a fierce determination in Bidegla. He picked up a piece of broken brick from the ground and, instead of retreating, he boldly charged forward. If he was truly going to die, then he was determined to take them down with him. Killing one person was a loss, but killing two would be a gain. And so, Bidegla's murderous intent was ignited, even though he had never killed anyone before.

The sound of clashing echoed in the narrow alley. After about two minutes, the battle ended, and Bidegla, with torn clothes, half knelt on the ground. Before him, the three men who had intended to kill him were now lying motionless on the ground. His brick was now riddled with chips, and his clothes had several gaping wounds, from which blood flowed incessantly.

This time, Bidegla was fortunate to have picked up a brick. Otherwise, he would have been killed in that dead-end alley. As he looked at the three lifeless bodies beside him, a sense of dread washed over him. Through his insight, he could clearly see that their hearts had stopped beating, crushed by his own fists, and their ribs pierced by the force of his blows.

In his twenty-four years of life, Bidegla had never engaged in any illegal activities, let alone murder. So now, aside from his fear, he even forgot about the pain in his body.

Killing three people meant certain death if caught by the police. However, at this moment, he thought of someone and quickly pulled out his phone to make a call.

The phone rang four times before it was answered in silence. It was a familiar voice. It was early in the morning, and Stuart Buzer was still sleeping when the phone rang. Annoyed at being awakened, he was about to curse, but upon hearing the voice on the other end, his drowsiness vanished.

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"Alright, you wait there, I'll be right over," Stuart Buzer said, and without even changing his clothes, he rushed out of the house.

Yes, the call was made by Bidegla to Stuart Buzer, the most influential person he knew and possibly affiliated with the underworld. Last time, he had said that if Bidegla ever needed anything, he could come to him.

A few minutes later, a black Bentley stopped at the mouth of the alley, blocking the way. Several men in black suits rushed down, and among them was Stuart Buzer, still in his pajamas.

"Brother, what's going on? How could you have killed someone?" Upon seeing the scene in the alley, Stuart Buzer walked in quickly, his face filled with concern.

"Stuart, brother." Bidegla struggled to stand up from the ground and then recounted the attack he had experienced.

"Hmph, Tiger, come and see if you recognize these people," Stuart Buzer barked at the burly man behind him, his expression very grim.

"Yes, sir," the man obeyed, glancing at the deceased men, and said, "These men should be members of the Loyalty Hall."

"Loyalty Hall?" Stuart Buzer sneered, then said, "Call their leader to come over later. I want to know who gave them the audacity to attack my brother. If I don't kill him, my name is not Buzer."

"No need, I know who instigated this," Bidegla spoke coldly.

"Who?"

"It was Cyril Hanni from the Hualian Jewelry Store. We have quite a bit of enmity between us. He sent men after me last time, and now he even wants to kill me," Bidegla said, his voice icy.

"Cyril Hanni?" Stuart Buzer sneered, then patted Bidegla's shoulder and comforted him, "Brother, it's okay, just killed a few trash, you don't need to worry at all. I will handle this matter. With your severe injuries, let me have them take you to the hospital first."

With that, two henchmen immediately helped Bidegla into the Bentley, and the rest of the situation would naturally be taken care of by someone else.

For ordinary people, the death of a few individuals might be bewildering at first, but for someone as savvy as Stuart Buzer, it was easy to leave no trace behind.

And on the way to the hospital, Cyril Hanni from Hualian Jewelry also received a warning from Stuart Buzer.

"Cyril Hanni, this is Stuart Buzer. The men you sent have already died. If you don't want to end up dead in the wilderness tomorrow, feel free to continue targeting my brother. I believe your old man would be devastated to learn of your demise."

With that, Stuart Buzer hung up the phone.

On the other end of the line, Cyril Hanni's face turned pale as he threw the phone to the ground. He had never imagined that Bidegla's background would be so terrifying, and that Stuart Buzer would consider him a close associate. Even the assassins he had hired belonged to Stuart Buzer. Thinking about this, his back was already drenched in cold sweat, and he no longer dared to entertain thoughts of going after Bidegla.

What was originally thought to be a insignificant figure had managed to provoke the likes of Stuart Buzer, a figure of great significance. Just who was Stuart Buzer?

Although he had now turned into a respectable businessman, anyone with a bit of clout in Zhuhai City knew that he was a ruthless devil who controlled all the underground forces in the city.

"Damn, what bad luck." Cursing to himself, Cyril Hanni had nowhere to vent his frustration. Not only had he lost over twenty million for nothing, but now he had also provoked Stuart Buzer, a prominent figure in the criminal underworld.

At the same time, in the First People's Hospital, Bidegla, who had already had his wounds stitched up, was resting on the bed.

This time, it had been truly perilous. He had almost been killed, and he was only saved by a slab of brick. Otherwise, he would have reported to the King of Hell by now.

Not long after, the door to the ward was pushed open, and a nurse walked in from outside. It was the beautiful nurse Tara Lassen, who had treated Bidegla's wounds a few days ago.

At that moment, she looked worried as she gazed at Bidegla lying on the bed and asked, "What happened? I heard that when you were brought in, you were almost dead from excessive bleeding."

"Heh, just got beat up by a few punks," Bidegla chuckled bitterly, not offering any further explanation.

"How is that possible?" Tara Lassen stared at Bidegla with disbelief. "I've seen your medical records, and all your injuries are from knives. It's impossible for you to have been beaten up by ordinary punks. Have you gotten yourself into some trouble?"

"No trouble, don't worry about me," Bidegla said, feeling impatient as it seemed like the nurse was not going to let go. He needed rest at the moment.

He practiced the art of gathering energy and could slowly heal his wounds. Although the nurse was beautiful, her incessant talking was getting on Bidegla's nerves. Plus, the events of today involved human lives, so he couldn't reveal the truth.

"Hmph, no good deed goes unpunished. Take care of your injuries, and I hope the pain kills you," Tara Lassen said before storming out, leaving Bidegla momentarily speechless.