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Strictly speaking, ever since he joined the Blood Drop, Lin Yi barely recognized him anymore.

He would take the initiative to come and tip Lin Yi off.

Now, he was actually acting as an 'undercover agent', betraying his own peers?

For a moment, Lin Yi couldn't figure out Lin Yu's purpose in doing this.

Or perhaps he was deliberately trying to lure Lin Yi over? To ambush him with those Blood Drop Cultists?

A moment later, Lin Yi finally replied: "Tell me, where is it?"

Lin Yu: *Smirking*, "124 Nanshan Road. There is a repair shop there that is a stronghold for the Blood Drop used for passing messages. There are about thirty to fifty people. There is a courtyard in the back; you will find them once you go in. Good luck..."

Chapter 132: Stop feeding me empty promises, I'm already full.

The sky was gradually darkening. On Nanshan Road, Chu Zhengxiong leaned against a police car, exhaling a puff of smoke. He stared at a repair shop called Shunda.

"Old Chu, do you really believe the information he gave you?"

Beside him was Captain Tang Zhan, wearing a jacket. He held a cigarette, puffing away as well. However, there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

Chu Zhengxiong glanced back at him, chuckled, and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushing it with the tip of his shoe.

"I don't care if the person who provided him with the information is reliable. It's enough that I trust him!"

After speaking, Chu Zhengxiong strode toward the repair shop first. Following behind him were Zhan Kai, Sun Lang, and a dozen or so people from the Martial Arts Police Station.

Arriving outside the rolling gate of the repair shop, Chu Zhengxiong waved his hand at them. The group quickly dispersed to the surroundings, leaving only Chu Zhengxiong alone.

Bang, bang, bang—the loud knocking sounded very abrupt in the night.

Before long, someone spoke from inside: "Who is it?"

"Brother, open the door. My tire got punctured, help me patch it!" Chu Zhengxiong shouted inside.

As soon as he finished speaking, the person inside paused for over ten seconds, seemingly discussing something with others.

After a while, the person replied: "It's late at night, what time is it? Go somewhere else; we're off the clock!"

"Brother, don't be like that. You're the only repair shop in the neighborhood. If you don't fix it, I can't go anywhere. Please do me a favor; price is not an issue!" Chu Zhengxiong said hurriedly.

"I'm telling you, are you deaf? We're off the clock. We aren't fixing it. Go find someone else!"

Following that, footsteps were heard, seemingly walking further inside.

Chu Zhengxiong laughed in anger: "Damn it, you prefer the hard way over the easy way, huh?"

The next moment, a giant blade appeared in his hand. He stepped back a few paces, flexed his arms, and slashed the giant blade directly at the rolling gate.

Rip—in front of the giant blade, the rolling gate had absolutely no defensive effect. It was just like cutting through a piece of white paper; a hole was torn straight through the gate.

Following this, Chu Zhengxiong walked forward with a gloomy expression. Bang—he kicked it. The rolling gate was kicked open, creating a huge gap.

When he was the first to walk into the repair shop, "You..." The person who had just spoken to Chu Zhengxiong had returned from the back.

When he saw a burly man walk in carrying a giant blade, the expression on his face changed, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

Chu Zhengxiong glanced at him and grinned. "Buddy, can you patch a tire for me?"

At this moment, in that person's eyes, Chu Zhengxiong looked just like a butcher who had walked out of a slaughterhouse. He didn't look kind to begin with; in fact, he looked rather fierce.

He was over 1.8 meters tall, approaching 1.9 meters. The muscles on his body were bulging, almost bursting through his jacket. He held a wide, giant blade in his hand that looked like it weighed at least two or three hundred jin.

Such a burly man had torn open the rolling gate and walked in, grinning at you—anyone would be left with psychological trauma.

As it turned out, while the man was stunned and dumbfounded, Chu Zhengxiong didn't have the patience to wait for an answer. He took a few large strides forward, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him straight off the ground.

"I'm asking you... can you patch a tire?"

The mechanic, having his throat choked, was flushed red, and it was clear he was having trouble breathing.

Just at this moment, his eyes gradually began to turn red. Veins started to spread out from his neck, looking like wriggling, living worms, quickly crawling up to his face and head. His entire face became increasingly ferocious and terrifying.

Seeing this, Chu Zhengxiong grinned: "So you really are a member of the Blood Drop?"

Boom—following this, Chu Zhengxiong swung his arm, slamming the cultist hard against the door.

After the violent impact, the Blood Drop Cultist knelt on the ground, curling his body. The previous blow had injured him quite severely, and he couldn't even speak.

The next moment, the people outside all rushed in. Seeing the scene before them, as well as that distinct, twisted face, those who frequently dealt with Blood Drop Cultists immediately confirmed his identity.

"What are you still standing there for? Go inside and make the arrests!"

After speaking, Zhan Kai and Sun Lang led the others from the Martial Arts Police Station and rushed straight into the back of the repair shop.

Chu Zhengxiong, holding his giant blade, looked back outside. Captain Tang Zhan was also walking over here with the remaining Police Station personnel.

Chu Zhengxiong didn't speak, but his smile grew even wider. Now it could be confirmed that this was indeed a stronghold of the Blood Drop.

After Captain Tang Zhan walked in, Chu Zhengxiong said with a smile: "How about that, I didn't trust the wrong person, did I?"

After showing off a bit to Captain Tang Zhan, Chu Zhengxiong also walked into the repair shop.

Less than half an hour later, when Chu Zhengxiong came out of the repair shop, his face and clothes were stained with quite a bit of blood.

Snap—the flame flickered in the wind. Chu Zhengxiong took a deep drag and exhaled several puffs of smoke.