81: He was so angry for Afu

“We have 5,000 tons of cotton in our hands, so we'll do cotton futures.”

Sheng Aiyi's arrival turned the originally collaborative atmosphere into a one-woman show.

“Tomorrow, I'll arrange for people to break it down into smaller parts and short cotton in multiple batches, secretly building positions.

Subsequently, funds will enter the market to crash the price against the little devils, muddying the waters.

Finally, depending on the situation, if the market crash is successful, we'll harvest a wave and take out the little devils.

If it fails, we'll show our hand directly and immediately apply to the exchange for physical delivery using the 5,000 tons of spot cotton!”

“Good~~ Seventh Miss Sheng's insight is brilliant~~ A two-pronged approach to catch them all in one net.”

This win-win scheme made Chen Liting cheer repeatedly.

Immediately after, the two experts got together to refine the details of the ambush.

Lu Fan, the layman, understood as well; he would just be the donkey in the mill, following orders.

Seeing the two of them getting more and more excited as they talked, he simply drove his Martin DB5 out for a spin.

At the small park by Suzhou Creek, Lu Fan appeared on time.

This was his regular spot for exchanging information with A Fu; he habitually checked his watch, his brow furrowing slightly.

A Fu was always punctual, but today he was nowhere to be seen.

A few minutes later, a thin, small, unfamiliar newsboy appeared at the park entrance, peeking around.

His face was filled with tension and fear, even though he recognized Lu Fan.

But he still hesitated to come forward until he confirmed no one was around before running over.

“Sir... are you Mr. Lu Fan?” the newsboy's voice trembled.

“It's me. Where is A Fu?” An ominous feeling rose in Lu Fan's heart.

“A Fu... A Fu was... was taken away!” The newsboy stuttered, looking left and right from time to time.

Lu Fan knelt down, gently patting the newsboy's back as he asked softly, “When did this happen? Who did it?”

“Just over half an hour ago, in an alley on Petain Road! It was... it was Lord A Si of the Green Gang, Scabby Head, and their men! Several of them.”

Lu Fan's eyes instantly became cold and sharp: “Why did they take A Fu?”

“I... I heard a little...” The newsboy swallowed hard. “Lord A Si said... said A Fu was... was a spy for the foreigners... and he was cursing, saying... saying you caused him to be punished by his superiors... he didn't dare touch you... so... so he'd take it out on the people around you.”

The newsboy's voice grew smaller and smaller, clearly terrified.

Foreigners?

Lu Fan remembered the British identity he had set up as a cover for convenience.

It seemed this group had already launched a full investigation into him, and quite a detailed one at that.

“A Si and Scabby Head,” Lu Fan muttered the two names to himself.

They were taught a lesson by him at The Bund last time, and the ones they sent to spy on the warehouse were also dealt with.

Not daring to cause him trouble to his face, they turned around and targeted the defenseless A Fu, making an innocent person suffer the consequences.

A cold fury erupted in Lu Fan's chest.

“Do you know where A Fu was taken?”

Seeing someone going to save his friend, the newsboy hurried to say, “The Pudong Power Plant over there is their hideout.”

He pulled out a few silver dollars and stuffed them into the newsboy's hand. “Take this and buy something to eat. Don't tell anyone about today. Go quickly.”

The newsboy took the money gratefully and dashed away.

In less than half an hour, the car screeched to a halt in a dirty back alley.

At the end of the alley was a single-story stone warehouse with dilapidated windows and doors and a tightly shut iron gate.

Two thugs with cigarettes in their mouths and wandering eyes leaned crookedly by the door, chatting and laughing while keeping watch.

Lu Fan pushed the door open and got out of the car, heading straight for the warehouse side door without a moment's hesitation.

His movements seemed ordinary, yet they carried a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

“Hey! What are you doing? Get lost!” one thug threw away his cigarette butt and stepped forward to shout.

Lu Fan didn't stop. At the very moment the thug reached out to shove him, Lu Fan's right hand, hidden under his trench coat, struck like lightning.

The high-voltage electric baton immediately shocked the two of them until their eyes rolled back, and they fell unconscious.

He gently pushed open the main door and saw A Fu through the crack, hanging from a beam and beaten into a bloody mess.

A Fu's body was covered in gruesome wounds, and blood gushed from the wound on his forehead.

It flowed down his body to his toes, dripping onto the ground and forming a shocking pool of blood.

At this moment, the multifunctional glasses were already flashing a red icon: A Fu is in critical condition.

Inflicting such inhumane torture on a defenseless child was something even the most ruthless drug lords wouldn't do.

With a “snap,” a certain string in his mind suddenly broke, and anger erupted like a volcano, surging straight to his head.

His killing intent instantly broke through its seal, and a pair of jet-black, shiny M1911 pistols appeared in his hands.

Lu Fan kicked open the heavy iron door that wasn't locked and raised his hands to deliver some bullets.

“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”

Every shot was a headshot; even if Hua Tuo were alive today, he would just shake his head in despair.

The three guards on watch fell to the ground, and the gunshots alerted everyone in the warehouse.

They all picked up weapons, and over a dozen people rushed toward the sound of the gunfire.

With the aid of the multifunctional glasses, every bullet flying out of the barrels went precisely for a forehead.

With twin guns in hand, the world was his; with the assistance of the multifunctional glasses, Lu Fan completely transformed into the God of Death.

He didn't give the newcomers any chance to fight back; the moment they showed their heads, it was an instant kill.

“You, surnamed Lu! You... you dare...” Scabby Head shouted from behind a wooden crate, sounding fierce but trembling inside.

Lu Fan didn't give him a chance to finish; he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

“Bang~~ Bang~~~ Bang!”

There's no wooden crate that a single shot can't blast through; if there is, then fire a whole clip.

As the magazine emptied, wood chips stained with sinful pus and blood flew everywhere, and Scabby Head collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud.

While Lu Fan was changing magazines, the thugs finally managed to organize a slightly threatening counterattack.

However, they were clearly scared out of their wits; several thugs were firing with their eyes closed.

Perhaps only the sound of the guns in their hands could bring them a shred of security.

Having finished reloading, Lu Fan scanned the entire warehouse, locking onto enemies through his glasses.

On the left, behind a pile of junk, several people were firing wildly.

On the right, by the wall, several figures were moving in a panic; one of them was heading toward the hemp rope tied in the corner.

That was A Si; clearly, he wanted to use A Fu as a bargaining chip.

Lu Fan's eyes sharpened, and he performed a tactical slide to dodge potential bullets from the left.

At the same time, his twin guns opened fire at full capacity, clearing out the enemies.

“Bang！Bang！Bang！”

A thug who had just poked half his head out fell to the ground.

For the thug hiding behind an oil drum, a bullet accurately passed through the gap in the drums and hit his chest, sending him to the ground screaming.

The thugs hiding behind wooden crates were even less able to escape the pursuit of the bullets.

As for Scarface A Si, Lu Fan gave him extra care, with four bullets crippling his ability to move.

He let him taste a fate worse than death as well.

A dozen seconds later, the gunfire stopped abruptly; there wasn't a single thug left in the warehouse capable of resisting.

After confirming it was safe, he immediately lowered A Fu.

Looking at the red alert continuously flashing on his glasses, A Fu's breath was now as thin as a thread.

His heart felt as if it were being squeezed painfully tight.

“What should I do? What should I do?”