543: Chapter 543 High-Level Thugs, Blood Thorn Mercenary Group

Chapter 543: Advanced Enforcer, Blood Thorn Mercenary Group

The room was pitch black.

Only a few faint rays of light seeped through the texture of the curtain fabric, outlining the silhouette of a person pinned against the wall.

That man had a standard square face with thick eyebrows and large eyes, which should have originally appeared resolute and majestic.

But at this moment, that face was as pale as paper, and there was still blood hanging from the corners of his mouth.

Fine cold sweat on his forehead gathered into beads, sliding down his temples and dripping onto the back of the hand that was clamped around his throat like an iron pincer.

Fang Cheng carefully stared at the other person's painfully distorted facial features, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes:

"How could it be you?"

The "enemy" in front of him, who had been subdued by him in a single move, turned out to be the personal bodyguard of Chairman Shen of the Dongcheng Association.

Tracing memories back to the club's annual meeting half a year ago, Fang Cheng and the other person had crossed paths once.

At that time, heads were bustling and applause was like thunder.

Fang Cheng stood on the podium, in the identity of an outstanding employee, and received a thick stack of cash red envelopes personally presented by Chairman Shen.

And this man was wearing a stiff black suit, following closely behind Chairman Shen like an iron tower.

At that time, his gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, and his whole body exuded a fierce Aura that kept strangers away.

Even just glancing at him from afar, one could feel that restrained explosive force.

Fang Cheng hadn't taken him to heart back then, and didn't even know the other person's name.

He only regarded him as a conscientious and dutiful Advanced enforcer.

Unexpectedly, their second meeting would turn out to be under such a life-or-death struggle.

Just as the two of them looked at each other blankly in the dark and the atmosphere fell into stagnation,

"Creak—"

The sound of a window being forcefully pushed open suddenly rang out downstairs, followed immediately by an angry roar:

"Hey! In the middle of the night, what are you doing upstairs?"

"Are you tearing down the house or is there an earthquake? Won't you let people sleep!"

Obviously, the instantaneous explosive stomp Fang Cheng just made not only cracked his own floor, but the huge commotion generated also disturbed the sleeping neighbors on the eighth floor.

This sudden scolding broke the stagnant stalemate inside the room.

Fang Cheng's gaze coagulated, ignoring the cursing downstairs, he leaned forward, lowered his voice, and shouted sternly:

"Speak, what are you hiding in my house for?"

The strength in his hand did not relax at all because he recognized the other person, but instead tightened by a few fractions.

The man's laryngeal bone emitted a faint sound of unbearable weight.

Due to extreme oxygen deprivation, his originally pale face quickly turned purplish-red, his eyes widened, his eyeballs protruded, and a "gurgling" gasping sound came from his throat.

His hands weakly scratched at Fang Cheng's wrist, and his feet kicked wildly in mid-air, making him look like a fish out of water, on the verge of dying from asphyxiation.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng frowned slightly.

If this guy died, the clue would be cut off.

Then he snorted coldly, and the five fingers clamped around the other person's throat loosened slightly by a few fractions.

However, his body muscles remained tense, maintaining a vigilant posture ready to exert force again at any time.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Fresh air poured violently into his lungs.

Like a person rescued from drowning, the man gasped heavily, followed by a burst of heart-rending coughing:

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough..."

The magnitude of the cough was so great that it even caused his entire chest cavity to vibrate violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lung lobes.

But he couldn't care about adjusting his breathing, as if afraid that Fang Cheng would deal a fatal blow in the next second, so he immediately endured the severe pain and said urgently in a hoarse voice:

"Fang... Fang Cheng, don't make a move..."

"My name is A-Le, do you still remember me? I am Chairman Shen's man!"

Fang Cheng was expressionless, his gaze still indifferent, and he asked in a deep voice once more:

"I don't care who you are. Why are you hiding in my house? Confess honestly, otherwise, I don't mind sending you on your way."

As he spoke, a cold killing intent locked onto A-Le.

A-Le showed panic on his face, as if recalling the terrifying scene from just a moment ago when the other person lunged and killed like a fierce beast.

That overwhelming strength and speed left him, a former underground black-fist champion, with not even a chance to react.

He dared not hide anything anymore, his eyes carrying a trace of near-desperate pleading:

"Save... save me..."

"I came to ask for your help... Something happened to the Chairman, someone wants to kill him! Only you can save him!"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng was taken aback, and taking advantage of the dim light, he carefully observed the other person's eyes.

Fear, anxiety, despair, but not a shred of hesitation.

The true reactions instinctively revealed by people on the verge of life and death were difficult to disguise, even for the best-acting movie emperor.

As his gaze moved downward, Fang Cheng noticed A-Le's hand tightly covering his abdomen.

The black jacket was already soaked, and warm, sticky blood was continuously seeping out from between his fingers, dripping onto the floor.

It seemed that he really wasn't lying.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng let go of his hand.

Thud.

Losing support, A-Le slumped and slid down the wall, heavily collapsing to sit on the ground.

The violent struggle just now seemed to have ruptured the old wound on his abdomen.

He curled his body in pain, his hands tightly clutching his wound.

The whole person was like someone who had just made a trip around the gates of hell and back, panting weakly with rough breaths, lacking even the strength to lift his head.

Looking down from above at his miserable appearance, Fang Cheng shook his head inwardly.

To be honest, if he hadn't noticed the other person's weak Aura and signs of severe injury before entering the door just now, coupled with wanting to capture him alive for questioning, he would have deliberately held back seventy percent of his strength when making a move.

Otherwise, with the throat lock from just now, this guy's neck would have been snapped long ago, and he would have gone straight down to report.

Fang Cheng no longer looked at A-Le slumped on the ground, but strode to the window and pulled the curtain open a slit.

From the side through the edge of the fabric, he quickly scanned downstairs.

There were not many people on the street, making it appear somewhat deserted.

The barbecue stand's business was also coming to an end, and the boss was holding a rag to wipe down the greasy tables.

His own Land Rover was parked quietly in the corner next to a pile of battery cars.

There were likewise no suspicious signs around.

At the entrance of the Tubular Building, two figures were swaying in the dark.

One tall and one short, vastly different in appearance.

They were precisely Dachui and Houzi, who were ordered to guard the hallway.

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly as he raised his hand to press the communicator switch by his ear:

"Houzi, any discoveries?"

"Report Chairman, no abnormalities found."

Houzi's crisp voice came immediately:

"Chairman, have you already caught the target? Do you need us to come up and help?"

"Yeah, if that brat isn't honest, I'll go up and loosen his bones!"

Subsequently, a deep voice rang out in the communicator again as Dachui chimed in, full of eagerness to try.

"No need."

Fang Cheng said in a flat tone, directly refusing:

"I can handle it here. You guys withdraw to the monitoring room first, and notify me if there's any situation."

"Yes, Chairman."

The two immediately replied without asking a single word of nonsense.

After confirming external safety, Fang Cheng walked to the TV cabinet, pulled open the drawer, took out a roll of gauze and a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, and casually threw them onto A-Le.

"Handle it yourself."

Subsequently, he pulled over a chair, sat imposingly opposite A-Le, and casually pressed the switch of the floor lamp beside him.

Snap.

The warm yellow light suddenly lit up, banishing the darkness all over the room.

The light reflected Fang Cheng's overly calm face and clearly illuminated A-Le's disheveled appearance.

A-Le was not polite, grabbed the medicine bottle, and with a "swish" sound, directly tore open the jacket and shirt on his body that were soaked in blood.

He saw that on his left abdominal area there was shockingly a horrifying wound, flesh turned outward, and brown intestines were even faintly visible.

Although it hadn't reached the point of being fatal, it kept seeping blood outward, looking very terrifying.

He bit open the medicine bottle cap hard, and scattered the white medicinal powder randomly on the wound.

"Hiss—"

The moment the medicinal powder touched his flesh, A-Le winced in pain, baring his teeth.

His whole body's muscles were trembling, blue veins bulging on his forehead, yet he still forcefully endured it without crying out.

Then, he picked up the gauze and randomly wrapped it around his waist a few times, barely stopping the bleeding.

After finishing all this, he weakly leaned against the base of the wall, looked up at Fang Cheng, and said in a low voice:

"Thank you."

"I'll give you five minutes to explain things clearly."

Fang Cheng stared at him with burning eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Shen Wei is the head of the Dongcheng Association. In the underworld of this one-mu-three-fen plot of land in Dongdu, who dares to touch him? And who injured you like this?"

"It's not underworld forces."

A-Le took a breath and shook his head.

Supporting the floor with both hands, he moved his body upward a little bit, trying his best to sit straight so as to maintain his last shred of dignity:

"It is... the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group."

"Blood Thorn?"

Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, having never heard this name at all.

"They are a group of lunatics who specialize in taking dirty jobs in the black market."

A trace of undisguised fear flashed in A-Le's eyes as he swallowed dryly:

"They are not ordinary people. Like you... like you, they all possess powerful and terrifying special abilities."

Fang Cheng leaned coldly against the back of the chair, as if he hadn't heard the implication behind his words:

"Go on."

"Last night, the Chairman led more than a dozen of our trusted brothers, Driving a convoy to a secret base to handle matters."

A-Le took a deep breath, adjusted his sitting posture to minimize the pulling sensation of the abdominal wound, and slowly recounted that nightmare-like encounter:

"Right halfway to the base, I noticed an off-road vehicle trailing behind us all the way."

"Even though the other party followed from very far away, based on experience, I could tell at a glance that it was the work of an expert."

"I reminded the Chairman at the time and signaled the driver to detour. Then we drove around several circles in the suburban towns, specifically slipping into those complex alleys."

Speaking of this, A-Le frowned tightly, his tone somewhat puzzled:

"But the strange thing is, no matter how we circled, that car could always precisely bite onto our tail, just as if a tracker was installed on our car."

"Seeing that we couldn't shake them off, the Chairman made a prompt decision and ordered to stop at a remote area. After the brothers got out of the car, they pulled out guns and hid by the roadside, intending to ambush the other party."

A-Le gave a bitter smile, remorse overflowing in his eyes:

"At that time, we all thought that the people following us were spies sent by the Red Tiger Gang or other mortal enemies, planning to catch them and ask clearly."

"As a result..."

His voice suddenly trembled, and his fists clenched unconsciously, obviously that memory had caused him a huge psychological shadow.

"What happened?"

Fang Cheng pursued in a deep voice.

"Those people... are simply not ordinary people, they are practically demons!"

A-Le's pupils shrank, as if he saw that bloody scene once more:

"As soon as their car stopped, I saw a guy as thin as a bamboo pole rush over, and after running just a few steps, the whole person disappeared into thin air."

"A-Yong, who was standing at the very front, had just raised his gun and hadn't even had time to pull the trigger when his palm was severed cleanly at the root, followed immediately by a line of blood spurting from his neck, and his head rolled directly onto the ground."

"There was also a guy who looked like a foreigner, standing dozens of meters away, who just waved his hand, and another brother beside me burst into flames all over his body."

"He screamed and rolled wildly on the ground, stopping within the blink of an eye, and was directly burned into charred charcoal."

"But these are still not the most despair-inducing part..."

A-Le swallowed his saliva, his voice so low that almost only he could hear it:

"The most terrifying thing is that muscular monster; bullets hitting him were like hitting a steel plate, only splashing a few sparks without even breaking the skin."

"He rushed into the crowd, and with a casual wave, that van was overturned like a toy."

"Then, that monster grabbed driver Lao Hei's head and easily crushed his head like crushing a walnut."

"Amid Lao Hei's screams before he breathed his last, that monster actually... actually opened its big mouth full of fangs, bit off half of Lao Hei's shoulder in one bite, and chewed on it largely right on the spot!"

Speaking of this, A-Le slammed his eyes shut, as if he couldn't bear to look directly at it:

"In less than a minute total, the brothers all died, without even having time to let out a few screams... The Chairman, he was thus captured away by that group of monsters."

Fang Cheng, however, looked calm, as if listening to a trivial matter.

Then, he keenly grasped the doubts within:

"How did you escape?"

Facing an otherworldly person of that level, and a multi-person siege at that.

Even though A-Le looked like he had undergone some kind of enhancement, his physical fitness far exceeding ordinary people, the survival rate was still almost zero.

"The Chairman was injured at the time; seeing that the situation was bad, he gave me a push, telling me to break through and report the news."

A-Le opened his eyes, his face full of pain:

"I knew that staying behind was also courting death, and I didn't even have the qualification to block bullets, so I gritted my teeth and ran deep into the woods."

"That muscular monster originally wanted to hunt me down, but their leader didn't seem to care about a minor character like me and shouted to stop him."

"Only in this way, relying on my familiarity with the terrain, did I fluke and salvage my life."

A-Le smiled self-deprecatingatively, but the fear in his eyes was real.

"Later, I found an illegal clinic to simply treat the wounds on my body, calmed down to ponder, and felt that they might have intentionally let me go."

"Either they only cared about the Chairman as an important target and simply disdained to kill me."

"Or they intended to cast a long line to catch a big fish, wanting me to lure out the other elites of the Dongcheng Association to wipe them all out in one net."

"So you didn't return to the gang?"

"Not for now."

A-Le gasped heavily and shook his head:

"Before, I originally wanted to go to the club to find you, but I worried that those people would deploy surveillance around the club's perimeter, so I never dared to get close."

"This afternoon, I disguised myself and sneaked over to Jiuchang Street here. You weren't home at the time, and I asked the neighbors about it, but didn't find out anything."

"Thinking that you would eventually come home at night, I staked out outside."

"As a result, I waited until past nine o'clock without ever seeing your shadow. I really couldn't bear the injuries on my body anymore, being both hungry and tired, plus wandering outside for too long was too conspicuous, so I picked the lock and entered the house to catch my breath."

"Unexpectedly, with this relaxation, I directly fell into a deep sleep."

"Just now when I heard the door open, my brain was still muddled, thinking it was enemies hunting me down, and I didn't identify you the first time. I'm truly sorry!"

Speaking of this, he looked up at Fang Cheng, apologizing with full guilt for this presumptuous move.