106: Chapter 106 Beautiful and Deadly Blade Light

Chapter 106: Beautiful and Deadly Blade Light (Climax plot is here, please support with subscriptions)

Inside the room, the lights went out, plunging it into pitch darkness.

The red glow of the neon lights in the distance shone through the window, casting light and shadow across Fang Cheng's face.

He picked up a black handgun, pulled the bolt back with two sharp clicks, and loaded a bullet into the chamber.

Then he put it down, and together with three other magazines, hid them in the inner layer of his messenger bag.

Next, he picked up the butterfly knife, closed it into its sheath, and tucked it into his belt.

Finally, he put on a very ordinary black face mask, covering half of his face.

Having made all preparations, he glanced at the street scene downstairs.

He saw a few pedestrians passing by in sequence, and a van was driving away from in front of the Tubular Building.

Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, bringing a faint, ominous premonition.

He immediately shook his head to steady his mindset, regaining his calmness once more.

The most important thing right now was to eliminate Wu Shihao, the chief culprit, and other troubles would naturally be readily resolved.

Afterward, he checked his equipment once more, shouldered his bag, locked the door, and walked downstairs.

Tap, tap, tap.

Slight footsteps echoed in the stairwell.

As Fang Cheng walked, he suddenly heard the sound of crying coming from downstairs.

His ears twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but speed up his descent.

When he reached the first floor, he saw Wen Huiyi slumped limply, kneeling on the ground.

Her hair was messy, her face was stained with tears, and her trembling hands cradled a crushed boxed cake.

Fang Cheng's pupils constricted slightly, and he immediately asked:

"Sister Wen, what happened?"

Wen Huiyi raised her swollen, red eyes, staring blankly at Fang Cheng who was questioning her, her eyes filled with helplessness and despair:

"Wen Xin... Wen Xin, she... has been taken by Sang Biao's men. What should I do?"

Sang Biao?

Hearing this name of someone long dead, Fang Cheng suddenly recalled the inexplicable stir in his heart earlier.

That van driving away from in front of the Tubular Building flashed rapidly across his eyes.

In an instant, he realized the problem: Wu Shihao's main target wasn't actually him, the "hidden Three Wolves Gang expert", but rather seemed to be placed on the seemingly inconspicuous Wen Huiyi and her daughter.

His heart shook violently.

Immediately following that, a tightly closed floodgate deep within his mind seemed to spring open, surging forth with a wave of killing intent as vast as a raging sea.

In the dark, his eyes seemed to have flames igniting within them, burning brighter and stronger, shining with an exceptionally eerie brilliance.

Looking down at the sobbing Wen Huiyi, Fang Cheng took a deep breath.

Then, with an exceptionally resolute tone, he said word by word:

"Sister Wen, I promise you, Wen Xin will definitely return safely."

After saying that, disregarding Wen Huiyi's astonished gaze, he rapidly strode forward, dashing out toward the street like a gust of wind.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered one thing.

Since those watchers were a gang, they definitely hadn't all retreated yet.

As long as he caught one of them, he would know the whereabouts of the people who had taken Wen Xin.

Fang Cheng's gaze was like lightning as he swept rapidly across the dimly lit street, quickly spotting one of the targets.

...

Pat.

A series of footsteps came from the corner of the dark alley.

A middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket strolled in.

He looked around, then unzipped his pants and relieved himself against the corner of the wall.

"Hiss-hiss-hiss—"

Pouting his lips, he whistled softly, looking quite relaxed.

The most boring surveillance job was over, and he couldn't help starting to calculate which chick he should go find to relax with tonight.

He shook his hips and zipped up his pants.

However, right at that moment, a hand abruptly reached out from the darkness and tightly covered his mouth.

He let out a muffled grunt, trying to turn around and resist.

But his waist was suddenly pressed against by some hard object, instantly sending a wave of sharp, agonizing pain.

So he instantly gave up struggling, letting the other party drag him deeper into the darkness.

Ten minutes later, in a gloomy and damp alley.

Disgusting yellow and black oil stains were congealed at the bend of the fume hood vent.

Kitchen waste soup constantly overflowed from the trash can under the eaves, flowing along the rugged stone slab road into a dark red, dirty puddle.

A fat, large gray rat squeaked and darted out, and the sound of barking dogs came from afar.

The leather jacket man collapsed on the filth-covered ground, looking with terror in his eyes at the tall, thin figure standing before him like a demon.

"Brother, I've already said everything I should say, please spare me..."

"Rest assured, I swear that after I leave, I will never breathe a word about this..."

"Really, everything I said is the truth, I've never lied to anyone..."

He kept pleading, like a pitiful, stray dog.

His right palm was bloody, with three fingers abruptly severed by half.

Although he pressed down hard on it, he still couldn't stop the gushing blood.

Evidently, he had already suffered inhuman torture and interrogation prior to this.

Despite this, that figure remained completely unmoved, as if devoid of any pity.

Then, a cold blade light flashed in the darkness.

It was reflected in the leather-jacketed man's pupils, which were filled with terror.

Afterward, a burst of fresh blood splattered onto the wall, and the man completely lost his breath.

"You shouldn't have come to provoke me."

Fang Cheng looked at the "victim" with calm eyes and muttered softly, "If there is a next life, I hope you won't step onto the path of the underworld again..."

Having said that, he casually tossed the watcher's corpse into the trash can and closed the lid.

Then, using the Scavengers Eye, he quickly scanned the scene, covering up the blood on the ground with garbage and debris as much as possible.

Finally, finding no noteworthy traces left behind,

he shouldered his bag and walked toward the illuminated alley entrance ahead.

Returning once more to the bustling street, looking at the scattered lights lit up in the surrounding residential buildings,

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered like the stars of a cold night.

Afterward, he pulled out his phone from his bag and dialed a string of numbers one by one.

This was the contact number provided by the watcher just now.

It was said that one could find Madman Hui's lair through it.

As for Madman Hui, he was the mastermind behind those watchers.

After Sang Biao's death, he gained Wu Shihao's favor and successfully rose to power, taking over the original crew, ready to make a big splash in Jiangbei.

Finding the whereabouts of Fang Cheng, the "hidden assassin," and sending people to capture Wen Xin and her mother were all instigated by this person.

However,

because certain businesses had not yet been fully handed over, he was still guarding the Linggang District territory and couldn't get away for the time being.

The most prominent and valued business among them was the "human organ trafficking black market."

That is to say, as long as one found that place, there was a high probability of finding Madman Hui and the abducted Wen Xin.

Fang Cheng had originally gone out this time intending to secretly bypass the surveillance eyes and see if he could find an opportunity to eliminate Wu Shihao, who threatened his own safety.

Now that such an unexpected turn of events had occurred, he had no choice but to change his plan and rescue Wen Xin as soon as possible.

As for calling the police?

That was merely a helpless last resort for ordinary people.

Because no one could predict whether those ruthless guys would be driven to desperation and choose to kill the hostage.

And Fang Cheng himself was definitely no ordinary person!

He quickly reviewed his plan in his mind.

After ringing a few times, the call was quickly answered.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions as stable as possible.

Then, following the method given by the middle-aged man, he spoke:

"Hello, greetings."

"Yes, I want a kidney..."

...

Linggang District.

The bar street near the second-hand market.

Here, it was a scene of nightlife and flashing neon lights.

As far as the eye could see along the long street, there were towering, glamorous signs of nightclubs, saunas, bars, karaoke halls, and more everywhere.

From time to time, one could also spot some nocturnal, sexy hotties carrying knockoff designer bags, wandering and patrolling along the roadside.

At past nine o'clock in the evening, it was the prime time for the most bustling activity.

And the night also made this place appear exceptionally bizarre and psychedelic.

Fang Cheng stood in front of a bar, leaning against a streetlight pole.

Check it out right here without fail!

Here was precisely the meeting location agreed upon with the person he had just spoken to on the phone.

"Hello, are you Mr. Ma? Greetings."

A middle-aged fat man with a briefcase tucked under his arm waved with a beaming smile at Fang Cheng who was waiting.

He looked amiable and pleasant, resembling a manager of a legitimate company.

The two exchanged pleasantries, confirming that they were the target individuals they were looking for.

Then they walked toward a certain direction of the street while talking.

"May I ask, Mr. Ma, what kind of business are you in, and how is your family background?"

The fat man routinely inquired about some of the customer's background.

Fang Cheng didn't take off his mask, only replying in a muffled voice:

"My family runs a slaughterhouse, it's not convenient to go into details."

The fat man let out an "oh" and nodded.

As for Fang Cheng wearing a mask and concealing his face, he also expressed understanding and empathy.

After all, this wasn't some light-of-day business.

He subsequently explained:

"Wanting to undergo an organ transplant surgery here might be exceptionally expensive, so you must bring enough money."

Fang Cheng nodded and patted his bag, indicating that he had brought the deposit.

The fat man's eyes lit up, and then he kept chattering away:

"The police have been cracking down very hard lately, and sources are very scarce. Many buyers are in line, and everyone is waiting for surgery. If you want it, you need to make a decision as soon as possible..."

Fang Cheng listened silently, suddenly interrupting him to ask:

"Can I go check the source first? And personally select the transplant subject."

Hearing this, the fat man was stunned, and explained with some difficulty:

"According to the rules, that's not allowed, but if you pay the deposit first, we can make a slight exception."

Fang Cheng agreed without the slightest hesitation.

The fat man immediately put on a smiling face:

"Rest assured, Mr. Ma, we have the best trading market in Dongdu; it's hard to find suitable ones anywhere else..."

As they spoke, the two walked to a relatively secluded warehouse door by the roadside.

The fat man raised his hand and patted the closed rolling shutter door.

"It's right inside."

As he spoke, the rolling shutter door slowly rose upward, revealing a relatively spacious area.

Fang Cheng glanced inside and stepped in.

Then, that rolling shutter door quickly lowered again.

The fat man did not follow him inside.

Inside were about a dozen people, sitting or standing, playing cards and eating. Upon seeing Fang Cheng, they all wore meaningful smiles.

"A tender-skinned kid has come this time."

"I wonder how much money he brought?"

These people's gazes were filled with fierce intent, like a pack of wolves surrounding a lamb.

"The goods aren't here?"

Fang Cheng swept his gaze over the surrounding scene.

Aside from some stacked packaging boxes and a few beds, there was simply no sign of any trafficked persons being kept here.

A burly, dark-skinned man grinned savagely and stepped forward:

"That depends on how much money you brought first!"

Standing next to him was a thin man holding a machete, also revealing a fierce look as he stared at the messenger bag on Fang Cheng's shoulder.

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly, his face calm and unruffled.

He had long anticipated the moral bottom line of criminals engaged in such bloody and dirty acts.

At this moment, everyone's height, appearance, standing position, and whether they were holding weapons had all been firmly memorized in his mind.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, the butterfly knife fell into his hand.

With a "shua," it unfolded instantly like wings.

Almost simultaneously, he exerted force through the soles of his feet, his figure flashing abruptly as he lunged forward right in front of the nearest burly man.

The burly man hadn't even reacted before his chest was pierced by the blade tip.

When the blade was pulled back out, it flicked away a string of blood pearls.

Then, his thumping heart instantly split open, gushing out large waves of fresh blood.

Before this blood could splatter onto him, Fang Cheng flashed again in an instant, circling to the side.

The blade swept horizontally, slashing across the neck of the thin man holding the machete.

Under the lights, another spray of bright red blood pearls shot out.

In the blink of an eye, stepping forward to stab, then horizontally slicing the throat.

Two living people turned into two corpses.

At this time, the fastest-reacting man finally shouted out:

"Careful, this kid sneaked in on purpose to cause trouble!"

He subsequently pulled out a handgun, wanting to fire at the opponent.

However, before he could pull the trigger, his entire wrist was cleanly severed at the root.

Wanting to open his mouth to scream in pain, a blade flash pierced straight through his throat, drowning out all sound in the gurgling blood bubbles.

Seeing that the situation was turning bad, the others similarly grabbed various clubs, blades, and firearms, attempting to surround and kill this extremely dangerous intruder.

But they terror-strickenly discovered that it was completely futile.

When the enemy before them launched an attack, his entire body seemed to vanish on the spot.

When he reappeared, the knife in his hand had already pierced into their chests and slit their windpipes.

Just like that —

Vanish, appear, slit throat.

Vanish, appear, pierce heart.

Vanish, appear, disembowel.

...

They simply couldn't clearly see the enemy's figure, only dimly catching sight of blade light that seemed to transform into butterfly wings.

And this beautiful, hallucinatory blade light was precisely the death warrant that drove them to despair.

Twenty seconds later, the ground became a pool of bright red blood.

The entire warehouse had practically turned into the most terrifying Shura field.

[ You used the Blade Technique for the first time in actual combat to achieve a multi-kill achievement, Skill EXP + 90 ]

A message floated up before his eyes.

Fang Cheng's face was stained with a few drops of blood, and he raised his hand to wipe it.

Then, he raised the rolling shutter door again.

He looked at the fat man standing guard outside, who was wearing a look of utter shock.

"Can you talk now?"

Sorry, so as not to interrupt the plot and let everyone read more comfortably, I specially wrote nearly 4,000 words for this chapter, so the update is a bit late.