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Inside the room, the lights were off, and it was pitch black.

The red glow of distant neon lights cast through the window, illuminating Fang Cheng's face in shifting patterns of light and shadow.

He picked up a black pistol, and with two clicks, he pulled back the slide, chambering a round.

Then he put it down and, along with three other magazines, hid them in the inner layer of his shoulder bag.

Next, he picked up a butterfly knife, closed it, and sheathed it, then stuck it on his belt.

Finally, he put on a very ordinary black mask, covering half of his face.

Having made all the preparations, he glanced at the scene on the street below.

He saw several passersby walking by in succession, and a van was driving away from the front of the tenement building.

Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he had a faint, uneasy premonition.

Immediately, he shook his head, stabilized his mind, and regained his composure.

Now, the most important thing was to eliminate Wu Shih Hao, the main culprit, and the other troubles would naturally be solved easily.

Afterward, he checked his equipment, slung his shoulder bag over his shoulder, went out, locked the door, and headed downstairs.

Da, da, da.

The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the stairwell.

As Fang Cheng walked, he suddenly heard a sound of weeping coming from downstairs.

His ears twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace down the stairs.

When he reached the first floor, he saw Wen Huiyi slumped, kneeling on the ground.

"Wen Xin ... Wen Xin she ... was captured by Sang Biao's people, what should I do?"

Sang Biao?

Hearing this long-dead name, Fang Cheng suddenly recalled the inexplicable palpitations he had felt earlier.

The van driving away from the front of the tenement building flashed quickly before his eyes.

He instantly realized the problem: Wu Shih Hao's main target was not himself, the "hidden master of the Sanlang Gang," but the seemingly inconspicuous Wen Huiyi and her daughter.

His heart jolted violently.

Immediately afterward, a tightly closed gate seemed to open in the depths of his mind, and a monstrous wave of killing intent surged out.

In the darkness, flames seemed to be ignited in his eyes, burning brighter and brighter, shining with an eerie light.

Looking down at the sobbing Wen Huiyi, Fang Cheng took a deep breath.

Then, in an unusually firm tone, he said, word by word:

"Sister Wen, I guarantee you, Wen Xin will definitely come back safely."

After saying that, regardless of Wen Huiyi's astonished gaze, he immediately strode out, rushing towards the street like a gust of wind.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something.

Since those stalkers were in the same group, they certainly hadn't all retreated yet.

As long as he caught one of them, he would know the whereabouts of those who had taken Wen Xin.

Fang Cheng's eyes were like lightning, quickly scanning the dimly lit street, and he soon spotted one of the targets.

........................

Pa ta.

A series of footsteps came from the dark alley corner.

A middle-aged man in a leather jacket strolled in.

He looked around and then unzipped his pants to relieve himself against the corner of the wall.

"Shhh shhh shhh --"

He pursed his lips and whistled softly, looking quite relaxed.

The most boring stalking job was over, and he couldn't help but start thinking about which girl he should find to relax with tonight.

He shook his hips and then zipped up his zipper.

However, at this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the darkness and tightly covered his mouth.

He groaned, trying to turn around and resist.

But his waist felt like it was being pressed against by something hard, and a sharp pain shot through him.

So he instantly gave up struggling, letting the other party drag him into the deeper darkness.

Ten minutes later, in a dark and damp alley.

Disgusting yellow-black grease had congealed at the elbow of the oil fume vent.

Kitchen waste juice constantly spilled out of the trash can under the eaves, flowing along the uneven stone road and converging into a dark red, dirty puddle.

A fat, gray rat squeaked and scurried out, and the sound of dogs barking came from afar.

The leather-jacketed man collapsed on the dirty ground, looking at the tall, thin figure standing in front of him like a demon with fear in his eyes.

"Brother, I've already said everything I should say, please spare me ..."

"Don't worry, I promise I won't say anything after I leave ..."

"Really, I'm telling the truth, I've never lied to anyone ..."

He kept begging, like a pitiful stray dog.

His right palm was bloody, and three of his fingers had been severed halfway off.

Although he tried to cover it tightly, he still couldn't stop the blood from gushing out.

Obviously, he had already suffered a brutal torture before.

Despite this, the figure remained unmoved, as if without any pity.

In the darkness, a cold light flashed.

Reflected in the leather-jacketed man's pupils, which were full of horror.

Then, a spray of blood splattered on the wall, and the person completely lost his voice.

"You shouldn't have come to provoke me."

Fang Cheng looked at the "victim" with a calm expression and whispered to himself: "If there is a next life, I hope you won't step on the path of the underworld again ..."

After saying that, he casually threw the stalker's body into the trash can and closed the lid.

Then, using "Cleaner's Eye," he quickly scanned the scene, trying to cover up the blood on the ground with garbage and debris.

Finally, he found no noteworthy traces.

He then carried his bag and walked towards the alley entrance illuminated by light in front.

Returning to the bustling street, looking at the scattered lights lit in the surrounding residential buildings.

Fang Cheng's eyes twinkled like stars in the cold night.

Then, he took out his phone from his bag and pressed a string of numbers one by one.

This was the contact phone number that the stalker had confessed.

It was said that it could be used to find the lair where Crazy Hui was located.

As for Crazy Hui, he was the person in charge behind those stalkers.

After Sang Biao's death, he was valued by Wu Shih Hao, and thus successfully took over and took over the original team, preparing to make a big splash in Jiangbei.

Finding the whereabouts of Fang Cheng, the "hidden killer," and sending people to capture Wen Huiyi and her daughter were all at this person's instigation.

However.

Because some business had not yet been handed over, he was still guarding the Lingang District territory and could not get away for the time being.

And the most important and most valued business among them was the "black market for the sale of human organs."

In other words, as long as he found that place, he would most likely be able to find Crazy Hui and the kidnapped Wen Xin.

Fang Cheng had originally wanted to sneak past the eyesores this time to see if he could find an opportunity to eliminate Wu Shih Hao, who was threatening his safety.

Now that such a change had occurred, he could only change his plan and rescue Wen Xin as soon as possible.

As for calling the police?

That was just a helpless last resort for ordinary people.

Because no one could predict whether those vicious guys would jump over the wall and choose to tear up the ticket.

And Fang Cheng himself was by no means an ordinary person!

The plan quickly ran through my mind.

After a few beeps, the call connected quickly.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions as stable as possible.

Then, following the method of the middle-aged man, he spoke:

"Hello."

"Yes, I want a kidney..."

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Lingang District.

The bar street near the second-hand market.

Here, the lights are bright, and the neon signs flicker.

As far as the eye can see along the long street, there are dazzling signs for nightclubs, saunas, bars, karaoke halls, and more.

Occasionally, you can spot some sexy girls who come out at night, carrying fake designer bags and wandering around the streets.

It's a little after nine in the evening, the most lively golden hour.

And the darkness makes this place seem eerily bizarre.

Fang Cheng stood in front of a bar, leaning against a street lamp.

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This is the meeting place agreed upon with the person he had just spoken to.

"Hello, are you Mr. Ma?"

A middle-aged, chubby man with a briefcase tucked under his arm waved at Fang Cheng with a smile.

He had a pleasing appearance, kind eyes, and looked like a manager from a legitimate company.

After a brief greeting, the two confirmed that they were the people they were looking for.

Then, they walked in one direction along the street while talking.

"May I ask, Mr. Ma, what kind of business are you in, and what is your family's financial situation?"

The chubby man routinely inquired about the customer's situation.

Fang Cheng didn't take off his mask, but replied in a muffled voice:

"My family runs a slaughterhouse, it's not convenient to say more."

The chubby man said "Oh" and nodded.

He understood and sympathized with Fang Cheng's decision to wear a mask and not show his face.

After all, this was not something that could be done in the open.

He then explained:

"If you want to have a transplant operation here, it may cost a lot, so you must bring enough money."

Fang Cheng nodded and patted his bag, indicating that he had brought the deposit.

The chubby man's eyes lit up, and he continued to murmur:

"The police are cracking down hard now, the supply is very tight, many buyers are in line, everyone is waiting for surgery, if you want it, make a decision as soon as possible..."

Fang Cheng listened silently, then suddenly interrupted him and asked:

"Can I see the source of the goods first? Personally select the transplant recipient."

The chubby man was stunned for a moment, and explained with some difficulty:

"According to the rules, it's not allowed, but if you pay the deposit first, we can be a little flexible."

Fang Cheng agreed without hesitation.

The chubby man immediately showed a smiling face:

"Mr. Ma, you can rest assured, we have the best trading market in Dongdu, it's hard to find a suitable one elsewhere..."

As he spoke, the two walked to a relatively hidden warehouse door on the side of the street.

The chubby man raised his hand and patted the closed roller shutter door.

"It's inside."

As he spoke, the roller shutter door slowly rose, revealing a relatively empty space.

Fang Cheng glanced inside and stepped in.

Then, the roller shutter door quickly came down again.

The chubby man did not follow.

Inside, there were about a dozen people, sitting or standing, playing cards and eating, and they all showed meaningful smiles when they saw Fang Cheng.

"This time, a tender little kid has come."

"I wonder how much money he brought?"

These people's eyes were fierce, like a pack of wolves watching a lamb.

"The goods aren't here?"

Fang Cheng glanced around.

Apart from some stacked packing boxes and a few beds, there was no sign of anyone being trafficked here.

A burly man with a black face grinned and stepped forward:

"We need to see how much money you brought first."

Next to him stood a skinny man with a machete in his hand, also with a fierce look in his eyes, staring at Fang Cheng's shoulder bag.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, his face calm and unwavering.

He had long anticipated the bottom line of these criminals who were engaged in the most bloody and dirty activities.

At this moment, the height, appearance, standing position, and whether they were holding weapons were all firmly remembered in his mind.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, a butterfly knife fell into his hand.

With a "Shua", it instantly unfolded like wings.

Almost at the same time, he exerted force on the soles of his feet, and his figure flashed, rushing to the burly man closest to him.

The burly man didn't even have time to react before the tip of the knife pierced his chest.

When the blade was pulled out, a bead of blood was flicked out.

Then, the pounding heart instantly cracked, gushing out large amounts of blood.

Before this blood could splash on him, Fang Cheng flashed again in an instant, bypassing to the side.

The blade swept horizontally, cutting across the neck of the skinny man holding the machete.

Under the light, another bright red bead of blood spurted out.

In an instant, step forward to stab, horizontal cut to slit the throat.

Two living people turned into two corpses.

At this time, the fastest-reacting man finally shouted:

"Be careful, this kid deliberately mixed in to cause trouble!"

He then took out a pistol, wanting to fire at the opponent.

However, before he could pull the trigger, his entire wrist was cut off at the root.

He wanted to open his mouth and yell in pain, but the blade flashed and directly pierced his throat, drowning out all the sound in the gurgling blood bubbles.

The others, seeing that the situation was not good, also picked up various sticks, knives, and guns, trying to besiege this extremely dangerous intruder.

But they were horrified to find that it was completely futile.

When the enemy launched an attack, the whole person seemed to disappear in place.

When he reappeared, the knife in his hand had already pierced their chests and cut open their throats.

Just like that—

Disappear, appear, cut the throat.

Disappear, appear, pierce the heart.

Disappear, appear, disembowel.

… … … … … …

They couldn't see the enemy's figure clearly at all, they could only vaguely see the knife light that seemed to turn into butterfly wings.

And this beautiful and hallucinatory knife light was precisely the death warrant that made them despair.

Twenty seconds later, the ground became a pool of bright red blood.

The entire warehouse was transformed into the most terrifying Asura field.

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A message appeared before my eyes.

A few drops of blood stained Fang Cheng's face, and he raised his hand to wipe it off.

Then, he reopened the roller shutter door.

Looking at the chubby man squatting outside, his face full of astonishment.

"Can you talk now?"

Sorry, in order not to interrupt the plot and make everyone feel comfortable reading, this chapter was specially coded with nearly 4,000 words, so the update is a bit late.