107: Chapter 107 Intrusion

Chapter 107: Intrusion

Swoosh—

The rolling shutter door was closed again, hiding the bloody scene inside the warehouse in darkness.

"I know everything about Madman Hui, please don't kill me..."

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll do whatever you want. I'm very obedient..."

"Um, can you help me call an ambulance? I'm willing to be a police state's witness..."

Cold sweat poured down the fat man's face as he muttered incessantly, spouting nonsense that he himself didn't understand.

His right hand was wrapped in gauze, already stained red with blood, while his other hand clutched one of his own severed index fingers.

"From now on, you answer every question I ask. If you run your mouth again, I'll cut out your tongue."

Fang Cheng's voice, calm yet filled with murderous intent, came from behind him.

The fat man instantly shuddered all over and tightly shut his mouth.

After the word "murderer" popped up in his heart, it uncontrollably occupied his entire mind.

Just a moment ago, this seemingly gentle guy went in for less than half a minute and slaughtered all fourteen people.

You must know that those fourteen people were not fourteen chickens or ducks!

Furthermore, those people were Madman Hui's action squad, specializing in doing dirty work like cleaning up loose ends.

Let alone fighting and brawling, they didn't hesitate at all to kill people.

As a customer service manager, the fat man occasionally colluded with them to scam fat sheep coming to buy organs, thereby lining his own pockets.

Those fat sheep didn't dare to make a fuss even after being scammed, which made his guts grow larger and larger.

He thought he could always rest easy, but he didn't expect to fall into trouble over this matter today.

"You lead the way ahead."

Fang Cheng simply instructed: "If any danger appears, you are the first person I will deal with."

Not daring to think too much, the fat man hurriedly stepped forward and walked ahead.

Bars and nightclubs lined both sides of the streets and alleys.

The ubiquitous neon lights and shadows rendered the night scene exceptionally hazy and mesmerizing.

A few minutes later, the two walked into a seemingly popular nightclub.

Colorful spotlights and passionate DJ dance music filled the air, surrounded by numerous young men and women seeking thrills.

In the restless and excited air, the scent of hormones and stimulating alcohol floated everywhere.

"Is this the place?"

Fang Cheng scanned the somewhat chaotic internal environment.

"Yes, yes."

The fat man nodded repeatedly, and because he said an extra word "yes", he quickly covered his mouth again.

"Take me up."

The two then passed through the crowd waving their hands and twisting their waists, coming to the elevator lobby.

Seeing the fat man use his work card to unlock the access control and then press the number key for the 5th floor, the top floor, Fang Cheng reminded him again:

"Do you still remember what to do later?"

"I remember."

The fat man answered quite neatly and crisply this time.

Just as the elevator door was about to close, another man came in.

"Yo, fatty, how did you get beaten up? Your hand is broken?"

"Did you do something shameful, get discovered by Brother Hui, and get a lesson?"

Seeing the injuries on the fat man's hand, the man began to tease him, looking very gloating.

The fat man lowered his head and ignored him.

The man looked slightly bored, then turned his head to glance at Fang Cheng, who was standing aside and looked a bit unfamiliar.

"Is this a guest you brought? Why is he wearing a mask, can't he see the light of day?"

As he spoke, he even stepped forward, seeming to want to undo the mask and take a close look.

The fat man's face turned pale and cold sweat poured down. Suddenly, he raised his head and cursed angrily:

"Can you fucking shut your dog mouth?!"

The man looked at him in astonishment, appearing very surprised.

At this time, the elevator also reached the 5th floor. Cursing a few times, he walked out first.

The fat man let out a sigh of relief. Seeing Fang Cheng staring at him with both eyes, he quickly explained:

"That guy is also a customer service manager here, one of Madman Hui's subordinates."

Fang Cheng's expression was calm and he didn't reply.

Of course, he wouldn't choose to make a move here.

Because surveillance cameras were installed in the elevator.

Not only that.

Such a location for illegal transactions must be heavily guarded, with many emergency measures targeting the police.

Therefore, Fang Cheng needed the fat man as an insider to lead the way.

Otherwise, if he barged in directly, once Madman Hui found the situation unfavorable, he would definitely choose to run away immediately.

This "black market" hidden on the top floor of the nightclub was decorated like a regular medical institution.

Sales representatives and guests could be seen chatting from time to time, discussing surgical details.

It wasn't until turning through two consecutive corridors and walking into a seemingly ordinary dressing room that the anomaly was discovered.

The fat man opened the wardrobe and fumbled around for a few times.

Soon, a disguised secret door was opened.

Fang Cheng followed him inside and found that the space inside was not very large, with the end visible at a glance.

At the entrance stood four fierce-looking guards holding guns in their hands.

Seeing the fat man bring Fang Cheng in, they asked a few vigilant questions and then smoothly let them pass.

There were several rooms on both sides of the corridor, equipped with iron doors and windows like a prison.

Through the iron bars, some young children, both boys and girls, could be seen locked inside, their eyes appearing somewhat numb and panicked.

"The sources of goods are mainly children, because children are in good health, and they are relatively obedient and easy to manage."

"As long as the matching is suitable, they can be taken for surgery."

The fat man whispered to introduce the situation inside.

"If the person you are looking for is sent here, they will definitely be locked up here too."

Fang Cheng's gaze kept sweeping across the scene inside the doors and windows, but he didn't find the figure of Wen Xin.

While pondering, he saw another room ahead with a green light on and a glass door, so he asked:

"What place is that?"

"It's the operating room. The doctor should be preparing to perform a transplant surgery for a guest."

Fang Cheng walked up to the glass door and took a deep look at the scene inside.

The doctor was temporarily absent, and an unfamiliar young girl lay on the operating table, seemingly having just received anesthesia, looking very quiet.

Then he turned his head to look at the fat man and commanded him:

"You go first to confirm Madman Hui's location."

The fat man immediately took the order and walked toward an office at the end of the corridor.

Two burly men looking like bodyguards stood guard in front of the iron door, watching the approaching two with hostile eyes.

"Is Brother Hui there?"

The fat man squeezed out a smile and explained stepping forward: "I want to introduce a major client from Nanyang to him."

The two bodyguards refused with cold faces:

"Brother Hui is in a meeting. Whatever it is, talk about it later."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng then stepped forward and rattled off a few words in Nanyang Language to them.

Hearing this, the two bodyguards couldn't help but be stunned.

Although they couldn't understand it, they somehow felt it was very impressive, as if he really was a major client from afar.

...

Inside the office.

No mistakes, first dispatch, one inside, one content, take a look one by one!

Madman Hui and several trusted aides were discussing taking over territory.

Sang Biao was dead, and he had successfully stepped up; for him, it was simply a double blessing.

He had long looked down upon Sang Biao's small-scale and petty pattern.

At this moment, he proudly and spiritedly recounted his business philosophy to his subordinates:

"Build a few more entertainment venues. Although Jiangbei's economy is not developed, its nightlife is very rich, making it suitable for engaging in these industries over there."

"As for the manpower issue, first catch back all the Young Miss who escaped. These women are addicted to drugs, letting them come back is also good for them..."

While speaking, the bodyguard guarding the door pushed the door open to report a matter.

Hearing that guests from Nanyang had come over, Madman Hui's eyes lit up instantly.

The human organ trading business in the Nanyang region was much more rampant than here.

He had already planned to get in touch with the underworld organizations there and open up a stable supply channel.

Since guests took the initiative to come to him, he instantly developed an interest in meeting them.

The two people then walked in.

The fat man.

Madman Hui recognized him as one of his subordinate customer service managers.

As for the young man wearing a mask,

Upon entering the room, with a click, he casually locked the door.

His actions and movements were very cautious, as if he was worried that the topic would be leaked and overheard by someone.

"If this guest has any business to talk about, feel free to say it. This office of mine is specially made, and the soundproofing effect is very good."

Madman Hui sat swaggering in the boss's chair and greeted them.

At the same time, he motioned to a subordinate who understood Nanyang Language to translate for the other party.

However, the young man did not wait for the translation.

Instead, he actively took off his mask and stared intently at him:

"Madman Hui, do you recognize me?"

Madman Hui shook his head in confusion:

"Have we... had business dealings before?"

"I am here to look for someone."

After seeing the main target, Fang Cheng no longer concealed it and said straightforwardly:

"Where is Wen Xin? Tell me now, and I can consider sparing your life."

Hearing this, Madman Hui burst out laughing aloud.

Several other subordinates also burst into wanton laughter, and at the same time tacitly stood up, surrounding this audacious fellow.

The fat man hid in the back, his legs trembling so much with fright that beads of sweat fell one after another on his face.

Madman Hui laughed for a while, and then asked his subordinates:

"Who is Wen Xin? Does any of you know?"

The subordinates all shook their heads in ignorance.

Fang Cheng's tone was calm, and he answered another sentence:

"Wen Huiyi's daughter."

"Wen Huiyi?"

Hearing this, Madman Hui was slightly startled, as if recalling something.

"Boss..."

Immediately afterwards, a trusted subordinate standing behind him leaned into his ear and muttered a few words.

Madman Hui's pupils instantly constricted slightly as he stared dead at Fang Cheng.

The smile on his face appeared somewhat stiff, and his right hand slowly dropped downward.

Wanting to open the drawer and get a handgun hidden inside.

The others likewise sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, their expressions tense.

Fang Cheng swept his gaze, looking at the six Gang leaders who had gathered around.

As his pupils rolled, his figure suddenly burst into violent motion.

A fierce high whip kick, like a streak of black lightning, rapidly struck the temple of a short, stocky man on the right.

Then, taking advantage of the effect of "Dance of Lightning", the blade light in his hand spun rapidly, and his footwork accelerated further.

Having already grasped the butterfly knife, he shuttled back and forth, thrusting left and right within this small office.

Beginning a new round of even more fierce close-quarters combat.

But in the eyes of those Gang members, Fang Cheng seemed to have completely vanished.

Afterimages accompanied by cold light flashed past, and screams rang out continuously.

At such close range, being closed in on by a dagger-like weapon meant that failing to react in time equated to a fatal blow.

At this time, Madman Hui had already taken the gun out of the drawer.

Only, his hands tightly gripped the gun handle, but his eyes could never aim at the target.

Hesitating for just two seconds, four subordinates were successively stabbed and fell to the ground.

His heart turned fierce, and he simply fired based on instinct.

Bang, bang, bang, he fired several shots in a row, but they all missed.

No.

There was also one shot that hit his trusted subordinate's thigh.

Looking at the one-sided massacre scene unfolding before his eyes, with his brothers being taken out one by one and falling in pools of blood,

Madman Hui's face turned pale, his hands trembled, and even the strength to pull the trigger inexplicably vanished.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed and turned to pounce toward him, who was sitting on the chair.

Clack!

A thrown butterfly knife directly nailed his palm to the desk.

The dark-gray blade sank in by several centimeters, still vibrating and humming endlessly.