98: Chapter 98: Turmoil in the Martial World, Worthy of Preciousness

Chapter 98 Jianghu Storms, Worth Cherishing (Seeking subscriptions)

In the van.

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Three men with tattoos on their arms and suspected Gang members stared closely at the two figures gradually moving away.

"Are you sure it is him?"

"We ran into him outside the venue yesterday. He looks just like a bear, how could I, Jiyanzai, not recognize him?"

"What about the other pretty boy?"

"That is... a bit unfamiliar..."

The two huddled together, whispering and discussing in low voices.

"Wait, I remember what that pretty boy looks like!"

The Flower-Armed Man sitting in the back row suddenly exclaimed, then explained at a rapid speed:

"Back then, Big Fool and I came to Jiuchang Street together to collect a debt from the Young Miss of the Three Wolves Gang."

"Just as we were about to teach her a lesson, we ran into a guy with very strong Kicking Techniques. He beat Big Fool up fiercely and then warned us not to come to Jiuchang Street to cause trouble again."

Hearing this, the man in the Driving seat turned around in astonishment and looked at him:

"Jiuchang Street is the territory of the Three Wolves Gang after all, you mean..."

The Flower-Armed Man nodded with a solemn expression.

"A guy with very powerful Kicking Techniques?"

The cross-eyed man in the front passenger seat stroked his chin and pondered:

"In other words, the one who took down our hideout yesterday along with the bear is this pretty boy?"

The Flower-Armed Man nodded solemnly once again.

Then, he added another sentence:

"And that bear you mentioned, his name is Ma Donghe, a famous punk leader in the Jiangbei area, and his relationship with the Three Wolves Gang is also quite good."

"Then it all makes sense!"

The other two suddenly came to a realization and clapped their hands simultaneously.

"Should we follow them?"

One of them then asked for opinions.

"Idiot, follow them to deliver ourselves as food?"

The other blinked his cross-eyes and urged:

"As long as we go back and tell the boss the news, we will have credit to claim!"

The van then started, spewing black smoke, and quickly drove out of this dilapidated street, merging into the traffic on the road.

...

Jiangbei suburb, an abandoned factory building.

A large character "Demolish" was painted on the wall, bright red and eye-catching.

The rusty iron gate only symbolically hung a string of iron chains as a lock.

As the door was opened, the car slowly drove into the compound and stopped in front of the factory building overgrown with weeds.

Fang Cheng got out of the car, looked around, and couldn't help praising:

"Donghe, this secret base of yours looks really nice..."

Looking into the distance, the surroundings were all demolition areas.

Within two kilometers nearby, it was either farmland or a piece of architectural ruins.

Except for scavengers, few people would come to such a place.

If one wanted to do some illegal things, it would simply be completely unnoticeable to anyone or any ghost.

Ma Donghe and Chen Yingjun also got out of the car, grinned upon hearing this, and then led him inside.

A large black-backed wolfhound was raised at the entrance of the factory. Seeing a stranger approaching, it immediately barked loudly.

Ma Donghe immediately rebuked it.

Fang Cheng didn't care and walked straight forward.

However, the dog tucked its tail, seeming to sense danger, and while whimpering low, retreated backward.

"Woof woof..."

Fang Cheng spoke, trying to communicate and build rapport with this guard dog.

The dog was stunned on the spot for a moment, then slowly began to wag its tail.

Then the tail wagged faster and faster, its ears flattened against its forehead, and it cautiously approached.

"Ying ying ying..."

In the blink of an eye, it became exceptionally affectionate, constantly sniffing around Fang Cheng's legs and feet.

"A-Cheng, you actually know how to train dogs? Is there anything you don't know?"

Ma Donghe looked at this miraculous scene in surprise.

Then he felt somewhat indignant:

"This ungrateful wretch, I've fed it for so long, and I've never seen it be this affectionate to me."

Fang Cheng smiled slightly and didn't explain.

Animals also have language, they just don't have a complete language System.

Therefore they can only express some very simple meanings, such as eating, danger, happiness, sadness, friendliness, warnings, and the like.

Fang Cheng tried his own language talent and found that it indeed worked out.

The three then walked into the factory building.

It was very spacious inside, with nothing else except some abandoned assembly line racks, bricks, and garbage.

Several robust men had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Ma Donghe come in, they immediately stepped forward to address him as "Brother Ma" to show greetings.

"How is it? Are they not cold yet?"

Ma Donghe asked casually.

"Not cold, they're doing great!"

One of the men replied carelessly:

"Just this morning, a guy didn't listen and wanted to escape. After we caught him, we beat him up a little bit."

While speaking, everyone walked towards a room hanging a sign of the director's office.

Pushing open the door, Fang Cheng saw the two unlucky ghosts whose legs he had broken and who had been caught here.

The two were tied and seated on chairs.

White bone fragments vaguely protruded from the fractured parts of their lower legs, and solidified black scab adhered to the trouser legs, making their appearance exceptionally miserable.

When they clearly saw Fang Cheng's face, their complexions changed drastically in an instant.

Just like seeing a humanoid monster, ignoring the severe pain brought by the fractures, they tried their best to shrink back.

But they were immediately firmly held down by the other two men.

One of them, Fang Cheng knew.

It was that punk he met at the doorstep of Wen Xin's house back then, Brother Xiaosa.

Fang Cheng had asked Ma Donghe to pick two Gang leader elements to lock up here, with the original intention of using them as a backup plan.

If the opposing Gang forces tried to launch retaliation, these two guys would act as pathfinders to figure out the enemy's details and simply wipe out their lair.

This matter wasn't urgent to begin with, and there was still the police holding the fort for the time being.

However, seeing Xiaosa's familiar face, Fang Cheng suddenly felt a sense of vigilance arise in his heart.

Recalling that his other two companions had also seen him before.

If they had been at the scene yesterday or guarding outside watching, his identity might be exposed very quickly because of this.

With the scene so chaotic at that time, Fang Cheng certainly couldn't guarantee there were no fish that slipped through the net.

Therefore, figuring out the opponent's background appeared even more urgent.

"Do you still recognize me?"

Fang Cheng stared intently at the other person and slowly asked.

Xiaosa first nodded, then quickly shook his head, looking exceptionally nervous.

"Are you mute, answer when you're asked!"

Ma Donghe immediately kicked him at his broken leg and scolded him fiercely.

"I recognize, I recognize!"

Xiaosa wailed instantly, cold sweat broke out on his face, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Very good."

Fang Cheng said with a calm expression:

"Next, whatever I ask you, you must honestly answer, otherwise both of your legs will be taken apart!"

After speaking, he had Ma Donghe's subordinate brothers bring the other person into the empty room next door.

The intention was very obvious.

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It was to question them separately and then cross-reference.

If there was any discrepancy between them, someone must be lying.

After an interrogation lasting more than two hours.

Fang Cheng finally roughly understood some specific details of this criminal Gang that manufactured and sold powder.

Their boss was called Sang Biao, with a brutal personality and utterly devoid of conscience.

You could tell just from this nickname.

He not only used powder to control the Young Misses, making them obediently earn money for him.

Secretly, he was even doing bloodier human organ trading.

The two loyal subordinates told all these things in detail.

They even explained Sang Biao's home address, contact phone number, and how many mistresses and paramours he had in great detail.

As for the powder manufacturing factory, it was not Sang Biao's property, but a business run by Sang Biao's immediate boss "Brother Hao".

Brother Hao, whose real name was Wu Shihao, was originally a Gang leader doing smuggling business in Linggang District.

Later he defected to the Red Tiger Gang, and his influence gradually expanded. Right now, he could be said to be one of the top big boss figures in the underworld of Linggang District.

However, regarding matters of the Red Tiger Gang.

As low-level punks, they didn't know much.

They only knew that there were many experts in the Gang, and the Gang Leader's surname was Chen, who was also a feared ruthless character.

"Red Tiger Gang..."

Hearing this notoriously fierce Gang from their mouths once again, Fang Cheng couldn't help feeling a slight stir in his heart.

"Not bad, since you are honest and obedient, brother won't treat you unfairly either."

The interrogation ended, Ma Donghe praised them with a sentence, and then signaled his subordinate brothers to bandage the two slightly for their wounds.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng's eyes lit up instead, and then he waved his hand and said:

"Let me do it, your bandaging technique is too crude."

"For fracture treatment, you must first reset and align it, then fix it, and next is..."

While explaining the treatment plan like a doctor, he dexterously treated the wounds with both hands.

The two traitors were moved to tears, and couldn't help sighing secretly:

"What a good person..."

Ma Donghe's expression was somewhat strange, always feeling as if Fang Cheng was treating them like test subjects.

...

Linggang District.

Wushi Trading Company, Chairman's Office.

Several Gang leaders sat around in a circle, discussing the important news inquired by the lackeys just now.

"Ma Donghe?"

Hearing this name, Wu Shihao couldn't recall it for a moment.

"He is the golden hitman of the Viper Gang. His big brother was killed by our Red Tiger Gang, and he definitely wants revenge, so he has been walking relatively close to the Three Wolves Gang recently."

A leader quickly explained.

Wu Shihao slightly nodded upon hearing this and asked again:

"Behind the Three Wolves Gang is the Dongcheng Association, right?"

"Correct."

Several leaders nodded simultaneously.

Subsequently, they successively expressed their respective opinions.

"And that Kicking Techniques expert, a lackey saw him before and recognized him, he is a person from the Three Wolves Gang."

"The Three Wolves Gang actually hides such top experts. It seems their ambition is no smaller than our Red Tiger Gang's."

"Therefore, this matter is a bit tricky..."

Listening to the discussion of his trusted subordinates, Wu Shihao's brows also slightly furrowed.

The map of the Dongdu underworld is occupied at the top by several veteran syndicate societies, with countless violent Gangs attached below.

Those veteran societies are deeply rooted, have deep connections on both political and economic sides, and have long completed their transformation.

They put their main business in more secretive economic crime activities such as smuggling, money laundering, casinos, and usury. After obtaining profits, they began to invest in regular industries such as stocks, real estate, and the entertainment industry.

Some even registered legitimate group companies, whose operating methods are similar to ordinary enterprises. Management personnel wear badges, no different from office workers. Various departments operate different businesses, and they also hold regular board meetings.

It is equivalent to having been half-whitened.

After they went regularized, they streamlined the formal members of the organization and cut out some businesses that were dirty and obnoxious.

Thus, it formed numerous wandering, small and flexible peripheral Gangs, fighting and killing all day for some petty profits to seize territory.

In this way, they can both control the overall situation of profit distribution and consume the hidden, restless newborn forces.

Of course, the newly rising Red Tiger Gang completely belongs to an exception.

Just like a fierce beast that didn't follow the rules suddenly barged in, destroying this stable and harmonious pattern.

Doing this naturally also caused other forces to unite to deal with them.

Wu Shihao actually also quite yearned for those veteran societies, hoping that he could one day become a member of them.

But alas, the situation is beyond one's control...

Inside the office.

After a round of discussion, everyone's opinions finally reached a consensus.

It is still better to ask the higher-ups of the Red Tiger Gang for help, preferably dispatching top assassins to wipe out the Three Wolves Gang in one fell swoop!

...

When Fang Cheng returned to Jiuchang Street, the sky had completely darkened.

Amidst the blowing cold wind, he walked unhurriedly, recalling the information gained from the previous interrogation.

Suddenly, amidst the sparse lights, a familiar figure appeared ahead.

Wen Huiyi was carrying a bag of lunch boxes, walking into the Tubular Building.

Then, faintly hearing Wen Xin's cheers coming from the basement, and the dialogue between the mother and daughter.

Fang Cheng stood at the entrance of the hallway, listening for a long time.

His heart couldn't help warming up.

Although there are many injustices and evils in this world, there are still quite a few precious things worth cherishing.