32: Chapter 32 The Red Skull, The Evil Deal

Thump!

Before the two could even cry out, they both collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Chen did not immediately leave the smoking area; instead, he searched the bodies and clothing of the two men.

There was nothing in their pockets, only a few personal items.

However, on the right wrist of each, there was a striking Red Skull tattoo.

"Red Skull?"

Jiang Chen guessed that this was likely the mark of some underground organization.

A moment later, he emerged from the smoking area, entered the hallway, and walked toward Zhou Qifeng's office.

Two armed men were standing in front of the office.

"Who goes there? Don't move!" Upon seeing an outsider enter, the two men immediately shouted in low voices.

Jiang Chen acted as if nothing were wrong, continuing to walk toward them with an indifferent expression.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Seeing the situation turn sour, the two men immediately drew their guns and fired.

In an instant, over a dozen bullets spun through the air, whistling toward Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen leaped sideways, his feet pushing off the wall to dodge the incoming bullets, and instantly flashed in front of the two men.

Quickly, Jiang Chen delivered a flying kick, striking both men in the cheeks.

"Bam! Bam!" The two armed men were kicked away on the spot, slamming directly into the opposite wall before collapsing to the ground.

Their cheeks were completely shattered, and teeth and blood flew out.

Their handguns fell not far in front of them.

Just as they prepared to crawl over to grab the guns, a foot slammed down, crushing the handguns into a lump of scrap metal.

This scene immediately terrified the two men.

They knew the gun bodies were made of steel!

Someone who could crush a hunk of iron with one foot—could he be a Martial Arts Grandmaster?

"Thump!" Frightened, the two men knelt directly in front of Jiang Chen, their faces pale with terror, their voices trembling as they said, "Don't... don't kill us... we are people from the Red Skull..."

Jiang Chen glanced at their wrists and indeed saw the Red Skull mark.

He looked down at them from above and said coldly, "What is this Red Skull thing?"

One of the round-faced men hurriedly explained, "The Red Skull is an underground organization in Jinling with massive influence. If you kill us, the Red Skull won't let you off."

"Uh..." Before he could finish his sentence, his expression froze. Jiang Chen had kicked him in the neck, snapping it instantly, and he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

The other one was so scared he wet himself on the spot, and a stench of urine immediately rose from his crotch.

"Is Zhou Qifeng a member of the Red Skull?" Jiang Chen's cold voice rang out again.

The remaining man trembled all over and shook his head frantically, saying, "No... no... he and the Red Skull only have a cooperative relationship... He uses Chifeng Group to help us scout for young, beautiful women... and the Red Skull provides him with protection..."

Jiang Chen suddenly remembered what Ling Shuang had said earlier. There had been many cases of young women disappearing within Jinling City, and it was suspected to be related to Chifeng Group. It seemed Ling Shuang's assessment was correct.

Jiang Chen continued to ask, "Where is Zhou Qifeng?"

The man pointed to the office behind him, his eyes filled with terror as he said, "He... he is inside... talking with the higher-ups of our Red Skull..."

Because Zhou Qifeng's office was completely sealed, he had no idea what was happening outside.

Jiang Chen nodded and turned to walk toward the office.

After seeing Jiang Chen leave, the man's terrified eyes suddenly flashed with a cold glint. He pulled another gun from behind his back and aimed it at Jiang Chen.

Without turning his head, Jiang Chen suddenly shot out a stream of Qi from his hand. The stream of Qi was like a blade, instantly slicing across the man's neck.

"Pfft!" The Qi blade pierced directly through his neck, blood gushing out as he collapsed to the ground.

Meanwhile, in Zhou Qifeng's sealed office.

The entire office was luxuriously decorated, spacious, and bright.

Zhou Qifeng, dressed in a sharp suit, sat behind a large executive desk, holding a photograph in his hand. The person in the photo was none other than Jiang Chen.

Sitting opposite Zhou Qifeng was a middle-aged man. The man was wearing a red martial arts uniform, his eyes sharp, his muscles as solid as steel; one look and it was clear he was a martial arts expert.

Zhou Qifeng examined the photo in his hand and tossed it casually in front of the man in red. "Mr. Wu, I'll give you three million. Go take care of him. I don't want anyone from the Jiang Family to remain alive."

The man in red caught the photo, glanced at it, and stuffed it into his pocket with a smile. "Director Zhou, I can help you kill him, but I don't want your money. You just need to provide ten more young women for our Red Skull."

"What does your Red Skull need so many women for?" Zhou Qifeng raised an eyebrow, then a cold smirk curled the corner of his mouth. "Could it be that your chairman is practicing some kind of Yin-absorbing, Yang-replenishing Cultivation Technique?"

The man in red's expression darkened instantly. "Director Zhou, we are only in a cooperative relationship. Do not ask what you shouldn't."

"Fine." Zhou Qifeng spread his hands, leaning back comfortably in his executive chair. "Kill the brat who just got out of prison from the Jiang Family, and I'll scout ten women for you. If you also take care of that old hag from the Jiang Family, I'll add five more. How about that?"

The man in red looked at Zhou Qifeng and sneered, "The old hag of the Jiang Family is already on her deathbed. Even without me making a move, I'm afraid she doesn't have many days left."

"Will you do it or not?" Zhou Qifeng's eyes turned icy.

The man in red had no choice but to say, "Do it, why wouldn't I? Killing an old hag is far too easy..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud explosion suddenly erupted.

"Bam!" The office door was suddenly kicked open.

The thick steel door panel twisted and deformed, flying through the air and slamming into the large desk.

Both the man in red and Zhou Qifeng were startled and hurriedly dodged.

"Crash!" The desk was instantly smashed to pieces by the iron door.

The man in red looked sharply toward the doorway, his eyes flashing with killing intent. "Who's there?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to kill me?" A cold voice resounded through the entire office.

Jiang Chen walked in from outside, hands in his pockets, strolling leisurely as he looked at the two men in the room with keen interest.

Zhou Qifeng stared fixedly at the newcomer, suddenly exclaiming in shock, "Jiang Chen?"

He had just planned to send men to kill Jiang Chen; he hadn't expected the other party to come looking for him on his own initiative. Crucially, he had even broken in. Could it be that all the security guards outside had been defeated by him? A bunch of trash!

"Mr. Wu, kill him!" Zhou Qifeng immediately shouted at the man in red.

The man in red flipped his right hand, pulled a short blade from his waist, and lunged directly at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen scanned him without any reaction. The man in red was not weak—much stronger than the people outside—but he was still no match for him.

"Brat, I haven't gone looking for you yet, and you come to your own death!" The man in red's face was ferocious, his blade technique sharp as he slashed out five or six times in an instant, every strike aimed at Jiang Chen's vital points.

Just as the blade was about to touch Jiang Chen, an invisible aura condensed around him, and a biting killing intent suddenly erupted.

"Bam!" Accompanied by a dull thud, the entire office was splattered with blood.

Seeing blood appear, Zhou Qifeng was immediately overjoyed, thinking that Jiang Chen had been slain.

But when he saw the scene before him, his smile froze instantly on his face. A severed arm clutching a blade lay bloody at his feet, the fingers even twitching twice.

Jiang Chen remained completely unharmed. On the contrary, that man in red had lost an arm, blood gushing out like a fountain.

The man in red widened his eyes, his face full of horror. "Ho... how is this possible?"