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Outside the car window.

The crowds surged, and the neon signs flickered incessantly.

Under the night sky, the North Point night market regained its dazzling and colorful atmosphere.

Today, he had rushed to the Lingang District to scout around.

His intention was to find an opportunity to get rid of the scum, Brother Biao, if possible.

As it turned out, he happened to run into the Three Wolves Gang and the Red Tiger Gang meeting at a sauna club to negotiate.

Realizing this rare opportunity, Fang Cheng seized the chance to stir up trouble, adding fuel to the fire, and simply killed Brother Biao in a brazen manner.

And so.

The tattooed man who recognized his face became an inside informant bought by the Three Wolves Gang, a turncoat.

Fang Cheng's identity also transformed into a gold-medal killer hired by the Three Wolves Gang.

Let the wronged have their grievances, and the debtors their debts.

As for how the Red Tiger Gang should act afterward, he believed they would make a wise choice.

If he could get the mad dogs to bite each other, he could watch the show in peace.

"Sir, is here okay?"

While lost in thought, the taxi had already passed through the narrow street and stopped by the flower bed in front of the tenement building.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng immediately replied to the driver: "Yes."

Then he paid the fare, slung his bag over his shoulder, and got out of the car.

His current image was like an ordinary office worker.

No one would guess.

That just half an hour ago, he would use a knife to slit someone's throat and personally take a life.

He raised his head, glanced at the dimly lit tenement building, and listened to the familiar noises.

Fang Cheng quickly walked into the doorway of the building.

Then, he went up to the ninth floor along the dimly lit stairs with missing light bulbs.

When he took out the key from his bag and looked at the door of his home.

He saw a small figure squatting at the doorway.

The temperature was a bit low at night, and the girl's body was curled up, hugging her knees, and constantly exhaling white mist.

"Wen Xin, why are you squatting here?"

Hearing Fang Cheng's voice.

The girl's eyes immediately lit up, and she called out happily:

"Brother Fang Cheng!"

Seeing that she was still wearing the wool dress from her birthday, which looked a little dirty.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but frown:

"Where's your mother? Did she go out again and leave you alone?"

Wen Xin shook her head, then held up a small cardboard box that had been placed on the ground and handed it to him with both hands.

"What is this?"

Fang Cheng's eyes showed surprise.

"Guess what."

Wen Xin pursed her lips, seemingly trying her best to hold back a smile.

Fang Cheng sniffed, clearly smelling a scent of cream and essence.

He instantly knew what it was, but pretended not to know and asked her curiously:

"Is it an apple?"

"No."

"Then it's an orange."

"Neither."

"I know, there's a little mouse hidden inside."

Fang Cheng finally pretended to suddenly realize and said in a very affirmative tone.

Wen Xin couldn't help but giggle: "How could it be a little mouse?"

Then, she couldn't wait to reveal the answer:

"It's a cake I learned to make with Sister Zhou, and today is the first time I've succeeded, so I wanted to give it to you as a special gift."

Fang Cheng didn't take it for the time being, but opened the door first:

"It's cold outside, let's go inside and talk."

The lights turned on, illuminating the clean floor of the living room and the neatly arranged furniture.

"Brother Fang Cheng, your house is so clean."

Wen Xin curiously peered inside.

Seeing that she was too embarrassed to step in, Fang Cheng smiled and handed her a pair of women's slippers.

Wen Xin walked into the house and placed the cardboard box in her hands on the table.

Then she carefully lifted the lid of the box, revealing a mini cream cake inside.

The cake was very delicate, with some bread crumbs and powdered sugar sprinkled on top.

Seeing Wen Xin looking at him expectantly, Fang Cheng took it, opened his mouth, and took a bite.

After carefully tasting it, he praised:

"It's delicious, almost as good as the ones sold in cake shops."

Hearing this, Wen Xin's eyes immediately turned into crescent moons.

Holding her cheeks in her hands, she stared at Fang Cheng intently, seeming to feel happier than if she were eating the cake herself.

Fang Cheng also returned a smile, calmly enjoying the girl's small gesture.

When he saw that Wen Xin's finger skin was as smooth as new, he couldn't help but remember the chilblain cream he had bought before.

Because he had been busy these past few days, he had forgotten about it.

So he asked: "Wen Xin, have the chilblains on your hands healed so quickly?"

"I'm not sure either."

Wen Xin blinked her eyes, looking at her hands:

"I just kept thinking in my heart that the chilblains would get better quickly so I could do more work, and then they really disappeared."

Listening to her innocent words, Fang Cheng couldn't help but laugh:

"So magical? It seems you have special powers."

"Yeah."

Wen Xin nodded seriously: "Sister Zhou also praised me for being clever and quick at learning things, and she also said that she would invite me to help out when she opens a shop in the future!"

The two sat at the table and had only chatted for a few words.

Wen Xin suddenly remembered something, then got up again to say goodbye, and ran to the door to put on her shoes.

"My mother is about to get off work, and I want to leave the lights on at home and wait for her to come back."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng was worried that the stairs would be too dark to walk, so he personally sent her to the basement.

Only then did he go upstairs again, open the door, and return home.

Looking at the half-eaten cake on the table, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Then he turned on the TV and continued to slowly eat the cake, watching the 8 o'clock soap opera.

The joys and sorrows and the human touch depicted in the TV series used to feel somewhat distant and unreal.

But now, those characters feel clear and familiar, much like the people around me, or even myself.

Even if my feet are already in the mud, I will still sow a seed called hope in the mud.

Hoping that one day, it will bloom into a riot of flowers.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng raised his eyes and looked out at the dark and cold city night scene outside the window.

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Cutting open a living person's throat with a knife.

The flesh rolled, the bones were pale.

The bright red blood splashed out like a fountain with a hissing sound.

When Fang Cheng held the knife handle in his hand, his heart was calm.

When piercing the target's body, there was even a faint sense of excitement and pleasure.

Looking back on it afterwards, I always felt a little uncomfortable.

It seems that I am becoming more and more cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, addicted to the pleasure of taking other people's lives, and gradually falling into the abyss of becoming a murderer.

But—

Now, this strange mood is suddenly completely released.

"If I tell Wen Huiyi and her daughter that Sang Biao is dead, they should be very happy, right?"

Fang Cheng whispered to himself, a little warmth in his cold eyes.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Late at night.

The streets were empty, and occasionally a few cars drove by sparsely.

Under the dim street lights, an ordinary gray car was parked on the side of the road.

"Ha—ah, it seems like tonight was a waste of time."

"Why don't we just call it a day and go back to sleep."

Two plainclothes detectives were sitting in the car, yawning non-stop.

They were officers under Zhou Yongnian, Abang and Datou Cong.

Abang said with disappointment:

"Alas, I originally wanted to work harder, perform well and make meritorious service, and catch another group of underworld tainted witnesses to go back, and hope to get promoted and get a raise."

Datou Cong muttered in a low voice:

"Could it be that the informant is lying to us? We've been guarding Wu Shihhao's company all night, not to mention any movement, we haven't even seen a ghost."

After complaining a few words, he couldn't help but suspect:

"Do you think the team leader is standing up for his future son-in-law, that's why he's been having us keep an eye on the Sanlang Gang and the Chihu Gang these past few days?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense about this, be careful it gets to the boss's ears…"

Abang scolded him, and then explained:

"This operation was personally signed by the Commissioner, it's not just a case for our team."

"The Chihu Gang is expanding too fast and acting too arrogantly. The big shots above are obviously very dissatisfied, so we must work hard and seize this opportunity to make meritorious service and get promoted."

"Besides, the Chihu Gang has long wanted to get involved in the old city. The Sanlang Gang has always been at odds with them. The two sides are inherently incompatible. Now that there is a fuse, even if they don't fight tonight, they won't fight tomorrow night, they will fight sooner or later."

"Then are we going to keep staying up all night?"

The two whispered to each other, and suddenly both looked towards the car window.

The lights in the chairman's office of Wu's Trading Company, which was originally dark, suddenly turned on.

A figure in a black coat walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, seemingly looking out at the night scene outside.

Then he raised his right hand and slowly made a throat-cutting gesture.

Obviously, the police's stalking has been discovered.

"Damn, this guy is too arrogant!"

Datou Cong was immediately furious.

Abang was calmer and immediately thought of the problem:

"It seems like there's a situation, contact the others immediately."

At this moment, the walkie-talkie suddenly made a crackling sound.

Then, a slightly panicked and rapid call sounded:

"Hello, is anyone there? This is Night Owl, requesting emergency support!"

Night Owl? That's the code name of the team member watching the Sanlang Gang.

Abang quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and replied to him:

"This is Mole, received. What is your specific location now? Over."

"Coordinates, the middle section of Feihong Road, west side villa area."

"How many people are fighting?"

"Only one, but he…"

The other side seemed to be interfered with, and the voice suddenly stopped for a moment.

Abang and Datou Cong looked at each other when they heard this.

They didn't encounter a gang gathering, fighting for territory and smashing the place.

Just sent an assassin over, no wonder Wu Shihhao's side didn't have any movement.

At this time, the walkie-talkie made a crackling sound, and gunshots and voices were heard intermittently.

It seems that they are already in a firefight over there, and the firepower is still very fierce.

"Hello, what are you saying…crackle…can't hear clearly…"

Abang held the walkie-talkie and continued to shout.

After a while, the other side suddenly raised a pitch, and the voice barely came through again:

"Wow, how can it get bigger…"

"What the hell is this…bullets can't kill it…it's a monster…run…crackle…"

The voice in the walkie-talkie gradually became panicked.

Then there was a muffled thud, and his walkie-talkie seemed to have fallen to the ground.

Only a buzzing sound of current remained, with no one answering.

Damn, Night Owl won't have kicked the bucket, right?

The two secretly thought something was wrong, and ignoring the stalking mission here, they immediately drove over.

On the way, the calm voice of Zhou Yongnian, the leader of the Serious Crime Team, came from the walkie-talkie:

"All teams listen to the order, the situation has changed!"

"I have already applied to the superiors for assistance from the Special Search Team. The others stay on the periphery and do not intervene rashly. Be sure to pay attention to safety…"