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The rolling door was closed again, concealing the bloody scene in the warehouse in darkness.

“I know everything about Madman Hui, please don’t kill me…”

“As long as you don’t kill me, I’ll do whatever you want. I’m very obedient…”

“Um, can you call an ambulance for me? I’m willing to be a police informant…”

The fat man’s face was covered in cold sweat, and he kept muttering, saying nonsense that even he didn’t understand.

His right hand was wrapped in gauze, already stained red with blood, and in his other hand he held a severed index finger.

“From now on, I’ll ask you a question, and you answer it. If you say anything more, I’ll cut off your tongue.”

Fang Cheng’s voice, calm but with a hint of killing intent, came from behind him.

The fat man shivered all over, and immediately shut his mouth tightly.

The phrase “murderer” popped up in his mind and uncontrollably occupied his entire brain.

Just now, this seemingly refined guy went in for less than half a minute and killed all fourteen people.

You must know that those fourteen people were not fourteen chickens and ducks!

Moreover, those people were the action team under Madman Hui, specializing in cleaning up dirty work.

Not to mention fighting, they would kill without hesitation.

As a customer service manager, the fat man occasionally colluded with them to scam some rich customers who came to buy organs, thereby lining his own pockets.

Those rich customers didn’t dare to speak out even if they were scammed, which made him more and more daring.

He thought he could always rest easy, but he never expected to be caught on this matter today.

“You lead the way.”

Fang Cheng simply ordered: “If any danger appears, the first one I’ll deal with is you.”

The fat man didn’t dare to think too much and quickly started walking forward.

The streets were lined with bars and nightclubs.

The ubiquitous neon lights rendered the night exceptionally blurred.

A few minutes later, the two walked into a nightclub that looked quite popular.

Colorful spotlights, passionate DJ music, filled with many young men and women seeking excitement.

In the restless and excited air, the smell of hormones and stimulating alcohol floated everywhere.

“Is this the place?”

Fang Cheng glanced around at the somewhat chaotic environment inside.

“Yes, yes.”

The fat man nodded repeatedly, but because he said an extra “yes,” he quickly covered his mouth.

“Take me up.”

The two then passed through the crowd waving their hands and twisting their waists, and came to the elevator lobby.

Seeing the fat man use his work card to unlock the access control, and then press the number 5 on the top floor, Fang Cheng reminded him again:

“Do you remember what to do later?”

“I remember.”

This time, the fat man’s answer was very straightforward.

Just as the elevator door was about to close, a man came in.

“Yo, Fatty, what happened? Did you get beaten up? Is your hand broken?”

“Did you do something bad and get caught by Brother Hui, so you got a lesson?”

The man saw the fat man’s injured hand, so he teased him, seeming very gloating.

The fat man lowered his head and ignored him.

“Can you shut your dog mouth?!”

The man looked at him in astonishment, seeming very surprised.

At this time, the elevator also reached the 5th floor, and he muttered a few words before walking out first.

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing Fang Cheng staring at him, he quickly explained:

“That guy is also a customer manager here, one of Madman Hui’s men.”

Fang Cheng’s expression was calm, and he didn’t reply.

Of course, he wouldn’t choose to make a move here.

Because a surveillance camera was installed in the elevator.

Not only that.

The location of this illegal transaction must be heavily guarded, with many emergency measures in place to deal with the police.

Therefore, Fang Cheng needed the fat man to lead the way as an inside man.

Otherwise, if he broke in directly, Madman Hui would definitely choose to run away if he found that the situation was not good.

This "black market" hidden on the top floor of the nightclub was decorated like a regular medical institution.

From time to time, you could see business people chatting with customers, discussing surgical details.

It wasn’t until after passing through two corridors and entering an ordinary-looking dressing room that the abnormality was discovered.

The fat man opened the closet and fumbled around a few times.

Soon, a disguised secret door was opened.

Fang Cheng followed him into it and found that the space inside was not very large, and you could see the end at a glance.

At the entrance, there were four burly guards with guns in their hands.

They saw the fat man bringing Fang Cheng in, asked a few questions vigilantly, and then let them go smoothly.

There were several rooms along the corridor, equipped with iron doors and windows like prisons.

Through the iron windows, you could see some young children locked inside, both boys and girls, with somewhat numb and frightened eyes.

“The main source of goods is children, because children are healthy, obedient, and easy to manage.”

“As long as the matching is right, they can be taken for surgery.”

The fat man introduced the situation inside in a low voice.

“If the person you are looking for is sent over, they will definitely be locked up here.”

Fang Cheng’s eyes constantly swept over the scenes in the doors and windows, but he didn’t find Wen Xin’s figure.

While thinking, he saw a room with a green light and a glass door in front, so he asked:

“What is that place?”

“It’s the operating room. The doctor should be preparing to perform a transplant operation for a customer.”

Fang Cheng walked to the glass door and took a deep look at the scene inside.

The doctor was temporarily absent, and a strange girl lay on the operating table, appearing very quiet, likely just having received anesthesia.

He immediately turned to look at the fatty, ordering him:

"Go confirm Crazy Hui's location first."

The fatty immediately obeyed, heading towards an office at the end of the corridor.

Two burly men, resembling bodyguards, stood guard in front of the iron door, glaring menacingly at the approaching pair.

"Is Brother Hui in?"

The fatty squeezed out a smile, stepping forward to explain, "I want to introduce a big client from Southeast Asia to him."

The two bodyguards coldly refused:

"Brother Hui is in a meeting, we'll talk later."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng also stepped forward and rattled off a few sentences in a Southeast Asian language to them.

The two bodyguards were stunned upon hearing this.

Although they couldn't understand it, they inexplicably felt it was impressive, as if he really was a big client from afar.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Inside the office.

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Crazy Hui was discussing the takeover of territories with several trusted aides.

Sang Biao was dead, and his own successful rise to power was like a double blessing for him.

He had long been displeased with Sang Biao's small-time operations.

At this moment, he enthusiastically shared his business philosophy with his subordinates:

"Build more entertainment venues. Although Jiangbei's economy isn't developed, its nightlife is rich, so it's suitable for these kinds of industries."

"As for manpower, first catch all the escaped girls. These women are addicted to drugs, and it's good for them to come back…"

While speaking, the bodyguard guarding the door pushed it open and reported the situation.

Hearing that guests from Southeast Asia were here, Crazy Hui's eyes instantly lit up.

The human organ trade in Southeast Asia was much more rampant than here.

He had intended to contact underworld organizations there to open up a stable supply channel.

Since guests had taken the initiative to come to his door, he immediately became interested in meeting them.

The two people then walked in.

The fatty.

Crazy Hui recognized him, one of his client managers.

As for the young man wearing a mask.

As soon as he entered the room, he clicked the door shut, locking it.

His actions were cautious, seemingly worried that the topic would be leaked and overheard.

"If this guest has any business to discuss, feel free to speak. My office is specially made and has good soundproofing."

Crazy Hui sat grandly in his boss's chair, greeting them.

At the same time, he signaled a subordinate who understood Southeast Asian languages to translate for the other party.

However, the young man did not wait for the translation.

Instead, he took off his mask and stared at him with narrowed eyes:

"Crazy Hui, do you recognize me?"

Crazy Hui shook his head in confusion:

"Have we… had business dealings before?"

"I'm here to find someone."

Upon seeing the person he was looking for, Fang Cheng stopped hiding and said directly:

"Where is Wen Xin? Tell me now, and I might consider sparing your life."

Hearing this, Crazy Hui immediately burst out laughing.

The other subordinates also laughed wantonly, while tacitly standing up to surround the guy who had the audacity to come here.

The fatty hid behind, trembling with fear, beads of sweat falling from his face like soybeans.

Crazy Hui laughed for a while, then asked his subordinates:

"Who is Wen Xin? Does anyone know?"

The subordinates all shook their heads, not knowing.

Fang Cheng said calmly, "Wen Huiyi's daughter."

"Wen Huiyi?"

Crazy Hui was slightly startled upon hearing this, as if he remembered something.

"Boss…"

Immediately afterward, a trusted subordinate standing behind him leaned in and whispered a few words into his ear.

Crazy Hui's pupils suddenly constricted as he stared intently at Fang Cheng.

The smile on his face seemed a little stiff as his right hand slowly fell downwards.

He wanted to open the drawer to take out a pistol hidden inside.

The others also sensed that the atmosphere was not right, their expressions tense.

Fang Cheng glanced at the six gang leaders gathering around him.

As his pupils moved, his figure suddenly burst into action.

A fierce high whip kick, like a black lightning bolt, quickly struck the temple of a short, stout man on the right.

Then, using the effect of "Dance of Lightning", the knife in his hand swirled, and his movements further accelerated.

He had already grasped the butterfly knife, crisscrossing and thrusting in the small office.

Beginning a new round of even more rapid close combat.

In the eyes of those gang members, Fang Cheng seemed to have completely disappeared.

Afterimages accompanied by cold light flashed past, and screams rang out continuously.

At such a close distance, being approached by a dagger-like weapon meant certain death if they didn't react in time.

Crazy Hui had already taken the gun out of the drawer.

But while his hands gripped the handle tightly, his eyes could never aim at the target.

After hesitating for only two seconds, four subordinates had already fallen to the ground, struck by knives.

His heart hardened, and he simply fired based on feeling.

Bang, bang, bang, he fired several shots in a row, but all missed.

No.

One shot hit his trusted subordinate in the thigh.

Watching the one-sided massacre unfold before him, his brothers being taken down one by one, falling into pools of blood.

Crazy Hui's face was pale, his hands trembling, and he inexplicably lost the strength to even pull the trigger.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, then lunged towards him sitting in the chair.

Thwack!

A thrown butterfly knife directly pinned his palm to the table.

The gray-black blade sank in several centimeters, still buzzing and vibrating.