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The yellow-haired youth who barged in from outside was none other than Chen Yingjun, Ma Donghe's lackey.

There were other customers in the store, some sitting on benches waiting for prescriptions, others quietly discussing their ailments with Master Lin.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and then he calmly walked towards Chen Yingjun and said in a low voice:

"Don't shout, come inside and talk to me."

Having said that, he quickly led him into a lounge in the back room.

Click.

The door locked, isolating some of the noise from outside.

Under the dim yellow incandescent light, Chen Yingjun was covered in sweat, mixed with dirt and blood on his face, looking extremely disheveled.

He looked anxiously at Fang Cheng, and said in a flustered tone:

"Mr. Fang, please, think of a way to save my big brother..."

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice:

"Calm down first, and explain clearly what's going on?"

Seeming to feel the calm power brought by Fang Cheng's voice, Chen Yingjun's flustered emotions stabilized slightly.

He then took a deep breath, raised his hand and wiped the blood and sweat from his face, his mouth still trembling slightly, and said:

"This time, everything fell apart because of the remaining firearms. A few days ago, Big Brother Donghe finally contacted a big buyer, hoping to clear out the inventory in one go before the New Year, make a lot of money, and let the brothers live a stable life afterwards."

"Who knew that these guys looked generous, but they were actually harboring evil intentions. They agreed on the price and the delivery location, but when it came to the transaction last night, they suddenly produced an 'additional agreement' that we had never seen before, demanding to change the terms of the transaction. Not only did they push the price down to an outrageous level, but they also added a bunch of harsh conditions, clearly trying to manipulate us."

"How could Big Brother Donghe swallow this, and he immediately started arguing with them. Before they could say a few words, they started fighting."

"They had more people and were armed, and the brothers were caught off guard for a while. Many were killed or injured. Big Brother Donghe was seriously injured in order to protect everyone, and is now being held in that abandoned garbage disposal plant in the southern suburbs..."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Chen Yingjun with scrutiny, and asked:

"How did you escape?"

Chen Yingjun's body trembled slightly, as if recalling a nightmare scene, he swallowed and stammered:

"At that time, we were surrounded, and the gun barrels were almost pointed at our foreheads. We couldn't resist at all, so we could only admit defeat and surrender."

"But those bastards were extremely ruthless. They dragged me and a few remaining brothers to a corner of the factory, punching and kicking us, specifically targeting vital points, while cursing and threatening to throw us into the garbage incinerator."

"The brothers were beaten and screamed miserably, and a few were already barely breathing. I thought I was going to die there too."

Chen Yingjun paused, the fear on his face becoming more intense, and continued:

"Just before dawn, someone hurried over and whispered a few words in the leader's ear. The leader's face changed, and then he let me go."

"But before letting me go, the leader also made a harsh remark, giving me three days to raise 5 million ransom and send it to the designated location. If it's even a minute late, he will kill Big Brother Donghe and the remaining brothers."

Speaking of this, Chen Yingjun's eyes instantly turned red, his voice filled with sobbing and helplessness:

"But, Mr. Fang, where am I going to get so much money? We're already tight on funds, and time is so tight. I really can't think of a way, so I can only come to you..."

As Chen Yingjun spoke, a grown man was so anxious that tears were streaming down his face.

He looked expectantly at the man with mysterious and unpredictable abilities in front of him, as if grabbing the last straw.

Fang Cheng suddenly reached out and quickly searched his body.

Soon, he found a small black object the size of a fingernail with a metallic luster from the inside of Chen Yingjun's collar.

"What is this?"

Chen Yingjun's face was full of doubt, and a hint of fear and unease.

Fang Cheng solemnly withdrew his hand and said in a cold voice:

"It should be a tracking device used for positioning. They deliberately let you come back, probably to find your lair through this thing and wipe you out in one go, or..."

Speaking of this, Fang Cheng's tone suddenly paused, his eyes flashed like cold stars, with a hint of sternness:

"By the way, see who else will come to wade through this muddy water!"

Chen Yingjun also realized something when he heard this, and his face instantly became even paler.

"These bastards, damn it..."

He cursed through gritted teeth, his body trembling with anger and fear.

The blood scabs that had already congealed on his body also oozed out traces of blood with the violent movements, staining his already tattered clothes red.

Fang Cheng frowned tightly, thinking to himself, and glanced at the shocking wounds on Chen Yingjun's body.

Immediately, he no longer hesitated, quickly took out the medicine box from the cabinet, and quickly treated him simply.

While using tweezers to pick up a cotton ball dipped in potion to clean the wound, he asked:

"Do you know the specific origins of those people?"

Chen Yingjun endured the pain and shook his head weakly:

"They seem to have popped up suddenly. We've never dealt with them before, and they launched a ruthless attack as soon as they came up."

"However... some of those people have accents from other places. Big Brother Donghe was introduced to them through a friend..."

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, and then asked about the specific location where Ma Donghe was being held, as well as the approximate number of people on the other side and their firepower.

After applying medicine and bandaging the wound for Chen Yingjun, he then solemnly instructed:

"After you go out, pretend that you just came here for treatment, and then continue driving to other places. Call around anxiously, saying that you want to find other people to raise money."

"Remember, don't let anything slip. Those guys must be watching you in the dark."

"As for saving Ma Donghe, don't worry, I will take action. Don't get involved yourself. Now just do what I say and try to stabilize the trackers."

Chen Yingjun looked hesitant, his eyes full of incomprehension and worry.

When his eyes met Fang Cheng's bright and firm eyes, he couldn't help but think of the amazing things he had done before, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

After treating his injuries and stabilizing his emotions, Chen Yingjun immediately ran out of the trauma clinic as Fang Cheng said, pretending to be anxious.

While using his bandaged right hand to make loud phone calls to borrow money, he got into the car parked on the side of the road, quickly started the engine, and drove away.

Inside the clinic, Fang Cheng stood silently behind the window.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze, like a substance, penetrated the glass, locking onto the street outside, not letting go of the slightest movement.

Sure enough, after a few seconds, a black car that had been lurking in the shadows not far away, like a vicious wolf smelling the scent of prey, started its engine and sped towards the direction Chen Yingjun left.

The slanting sunlight shone right on the car window, and through the bright glass, one could see the people inside with perfect clarity.

They were all unfamiliar men with unkind faces, each with fierce eyes, like desperate men who had just stepped out of a mountain of knives and a sea of blood.

After confirming that they had gone far away and disappeared at the end of the street, Fang Cheng's face became even more solemn.

He had sensed something was wrong earlier and had been more careful.

So, he used the "Sweeper's Eye" to examine Chen Yingjun's body and discovered a tracking device hidden on him.

Their behavior showed that they had been planning this for a long time and were well-prepared.

It was definitely not a simple case of double-crossing, and it was very likely aimed at him.

Several suspects quickly flashed through Fang Cheng's mind.

The Red Tiger Gang? The Noah Organization? Or the Special Search Team?

Judging from their style of doing things, it didn't seem like the official authorities.

If it were really the people from the Special Search Team, they wouldn't need to go through such a big detour, tracking him furtively. They could directly use various search and detection methods.

So…

"Ah Cheng, are you okay?"

While he was pondering, Lin Fusheng walked over with steady steps, his concerned gaze falling on Fang Cheng.

At the same time, Wen Xin and Wen Huiyi, mother and daughter, were also watching him closely, both revealing a look of concern.

Wen Xin then ran to Fang Cheng's side, took his hand, and asked in a crisp voice:

"Brother, if you encounter any difficulties, just tell me, I can also help you."

As she spoke, she secretly blinked her big amber eyes, as if telling a little secret between the two of them.

Wen Huiyi pursed her lips, her eyes full of concern for the young man in front of her.

Fang Cheng shook his head gently, a smile rising at the corner of his mouth, pretending to be relaxed and saying:

"It's nothing serious. Ma Donghe lost terribly gambling during the New Year and was stripped naked and locked in the mahjong parlor, so he had to send his underlings to borrow money from me. But I don't have any money to lend him, so I told him to go find someone else."

Master Lin nodded slightly upon hearing this, a look of understanding on his face.

He had indeed heard Chen Yingjun calling to borrow money earlier.

Then, as if by magic, he suddenly took out a bright and festive red envelope from his clothes and handed it to Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this, subconsciously saying:

"Ah, do I have one too?"

He had just seen Master Lin giving Wen Huiyi a red envelope, saying it was the year-end bonus.

After all, he was just here occasionally to help out and learn the trade, not a formal employee, so he didn't think much about it.

"It's just a small token."

Master Lin laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the room, dispelling some of the solemn atmosphere:

"You've been busy here helping out, how can I, as your master, be stingy? These past few months, thanks to you, the clinic has been running smoothly."

As he spoke, he didn't allow Fang Cheng to refuse, and with a wave of his hand, he forced it into his palm.

Afterwards, Master Lin leisurely took out a smaller red envelope and handed it to Wen Xin, who ran to the side to pour tea for the guests.

Wen Xin's eyes lit up when she saw this.

But she was also a little embarrassed, shaking her head like a rattle drum, with her two small hands behind her back, shyly saying:

"Grandpa Lin, I don't want it, I'm just helping Mom with some work."

Wen Huiyi also waved her hand in agreement:

"That's right, Master Lin, you really don't have to be so polite."

Master Lin pretended to be angry, but the smile on his face did not diminish:

"That won't do, this is New Year's money from elders to juniors, for good luck, take it!"

As he spoke, he still forced the red envelope into the little girl's hand.

Wen Xin glanced at her mother, carefully took the red envelope, and quickly bowed politely:

"Thank you, Grandpa Lin."

Then, like a happy little rabbit, she jumped to Wen Huiyi's side, and after getting her mother's permission, her smile became even brighter.

She couldn't help but hold the red envelope up to her eyes, carefully examining it, the bright red color reflecting on her face, making her cheeks also flushed.

Looking at this scene, Fang Cheng felt as if a warm current gently brushed through his heart, dispelling some of the haze brought about by Ma Donghe's matter.

His thoughts turned, pondering how to rescue Ma Donghe, without exposing his true identity, and also safely rescuing the person.

Since the other party was making such a big show, setting up a trap.

The garbage disposal plant where Ma Donghe was kidnapped might also be a carefully prepared trap.

But—

Fang Cheng had to save people.

And he had to cut the Gordian knot quickly and make a swift decision!

Seeing that the Spring Festival was approaching, tomorrow was New Year's Eve, a day for family reunions.

Fang Cheng didn't want to leave hidden dangers at this time, unable to have a stable, peaceful New Year.

Moreover, Ma Donghe encountered danger while working for him.

And his family must be eagerly waiting for him to come home for a reunion at this moment.

Fang Cheng could truly empathize with that anticipation.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Dongdu City, southern suburbs.

The afterglow of the setting sun, like broken golden gauze, sprinkled on the rusty iron sheet walls of the garbage recycling plant.

As the light became darker and darker, the temperature also dropped rapidly.

A gust of cold wind howled and swept through, rampaging in the empty and dilapidated factory area.

Garbage debris and white plastic bags were raised high, flying wildly, like a group of ghosts baring their teeth and claws.

Inside the six-story factory building, the pungent stench permeated the cold air, making people almost vomit.

"Cough cough…"

From the depths of the darkness that even the setting sun could not reach, came a few weak coughs.

Ma Donghe was tied to an old chair with thick ropes.

Behind him was a pit dozens of meters in diameter and bottomless.

It was like a giant beast choosing people to devour, opening its dark mouth.

The edge of the pit was piled with various garbage, including decayed wooden boards, broken plastic, and twisted metal.

Layer upon layer, precarious, it seemed that it could collapse at any time, filling this dark abyss even more.

And the chair under Ma Donghe's butt was located on the edge of the pit, a few centimeters away from the cave wall.

If he moved back a few more times, he would fall down along the dirty concrete cave wall and be buried with the untreated garbage.

At this moment, Ma Donghe's face was as pale as paper, and his lips were chapped and peeling.

The wounds on his body were torn open because the ropes were deeply embedded in his flesh, and blood kept seeping out, staining the already broken and dirty clothes red.

This place was located at the highest point of the entire garbage disposal plant, the top of the well used to fill and degrade garbage.

The surroundings were silent, only the faint sound of weeping from the pipes at the bottom of the cave, which made people's backs feel cold.

Suddenly, a chaotic sound of footsteps stepping on the iron stairs broke the silence.

Hearing the sound getting closer and closer, Ma Donghe suddenly seemed a little excited and looked up abruptly.

Pa da.

Only to see above his head, a dim incandescent lamp was lit.

The dazzling light instantly dispelled some of the darkness, but it also illuminated the surrounding dilapidation and gloom more clearly.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people of various shapes and sizes walked along the passage along the edge of the pit.