NOVPUBChapter 478: 464, How to Bet (1)_1
Chapter 478: 464, How to Bet (1)_1
Fu Heng shifted his gun, grabbed the man by his collar and yanked him up, “Where’s the man with the mask? What is your relationship with him?”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” the middle-aged man clenched his jaw, denying it outright.
Fu Heng sneered, pointed his gun directly under his jaw, “Tell the truth.”
“I, I genuinely don’t know anything. Even if you kill me, it’ll be pointless,” the man’s sweat poured from his forehead, his fingers trembling.
“Fu Heng, proceed!” Quan Jingwu leaned back, his cold voice echoing from what seemed like the depth of the abyss.
Fu Heng nodded, aimed at the man’s thigh and pulled the trigger.
The suppressed sound of the shot was instantly overwhelmed by the man’s howl of pain.
“Ah—”
“Will you speak now?” Fu Heng asked in a cold voice.
“I genuinely do not know…”
The middle-aged man trembled in pain yet continued to stubbornly deny any involvement.
Without blinking an eye, Fu Heng pointed his gun at the man’s other leg and fired again.
“Ah—”
The man’s face turned crimson, his eyes bloodshot, his pants stained a ghastly red, his condition was sickening.
Everyone watched without expression, believing that for conspiring with such dangerous people, this man deserved whatever was coming his way.
“Last chance. Speak. Now,” Fu Heng, his knowledge of human anatomy letting him maximise the man’s pain, gripped his shoulder.
Excruciating pain radiated from the man’s shoulder, worse than being shot. The veins in his forehead and neck bulged dramatically.
“Ah—”
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”
Unable to bear the pain, the man uttered in a hoarse voice.
Fu Heng humphed coldly, but didn’t release his grip on the man’s shoulder, “Remember, don’t try to deceive us with lies. Otherwise, I will tear you limb from limb, and make your life a living hell.”
The man nodded vigorously, only then did Fu Heng ease his grip.
“I have no idea who that man is. I simply carried out their orders. He sought me out. He asked me to cover for their activities on the island, and in return, they provided me with money and supplies. That’s all.”
Quan Yimo asked, “What’s the man with the mask called?”
No wonder those people were so familiar with the terrain of the island and acted with such audacity. So, someone had been helping them all along.
“They call him Jikin. Yes, that’s it. Jikin,” the middle-aged man dared not to conceal anything further.
“Have they been on the island all this time?”
“I don’t know that either. They always approached me.”
“Where is Jikin now?”
“He’s at—” the middle-aged man hesitated.
“Speak up.” Fu Heng kicked him, barked on.
“He’s at my place, and he plans to leave tonight,” the middle-aged man, his eyes closed tight, chose to spill it all.
“How many of them are there?” Quan Yimo stood up, his handsome face serious.
“None. Just him,” the man answered.
Quan Yimo and Abel exchanged a look, and nodded.
“Take action!”
“Wait, I’ll go with you,” said Quan Jingwu.
“Fu Heng, bring him along.”
“Yes.”
Fu Heng dragged the man to his feet and followed Quan Jingwu.
With the middle-aged man as their guide, Quan Jingwu and his team arrived at their destination with ease.
Unlike the shabby houses in the town, the middle-aged man’s dwelling was surprisingly clean and luxurious.
“Lead the way and don’t try anything funny, or you’ll be the first person Jikin kills,” Fu Heng threatened in a low voice.
The middle-aged man nodded obediently. He knew well enough that now he was in the same boat as them. By leading them here, he had crossed Jikin, who surely wouldn’t let him go unpunished.
The middle-aged man limped towards a large cabinet in the living room, and rotated a vase atop it. With a faint creak, the cabinet turned, revealing a hidden door.
Qiao Yu sneered, obviously amused by their efforts.
No wonder they couldn’t find traces of these people despite turning the town upside down. So, they had been hiding here all along.
The middle-aged man looked at Quan Yimo and, with shaking hands, pushed the door open.
“Go in.” Fu Heng signaled him with his mouth.
The man looked terrified. His wounded legs went weak, and leaning against the wall, he stepped in.
“Who is it?” 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
A cold voice came from within the hidden room.
“Mr. Jikin, it’s me, Dulwich,” the middle-aged man tried his best to sound calm.
“Didn’t I tell you not to disturb me unless it’s important?” Jikin reprimanded.
“Jikin, you sure have been difficult to find.”
A cold voice echoed in the secret room.
Jikin instinctively reached for his gun and turned around.
On seeing the man behind Dulwich, Jikin’s eyes narrowed with menace. “Dulwich, how dare you betray me!”
Seeing the danger in his eyes, Dulwich hid behind Fu Heng.
“Jikin, when did you start to hide like a rat?” Quan Yimo sneered.
Without the silver mask, Quan Yimo instantly recognized the man before him.
Jikin, one of the primary targets of this operation.
“Officer Quan, do you find it amusing to stick to my heels like a hound?” Jikin said while scanning his surroundings, looking for a chance to flee.
Quan Yimo snorted, “Of course, it’s amusing.”
“Then let’s see who shoots faster.” Jikin lifted his gun, radiating a lethal aura.
Quan Yimo quickly intervened, “Jikin, how about a bet? We’re all armed and we outnumber you. You can’t possibly escape. So, how about this? We’ll fight hand-to-hand. If you beat me, I’ll let you go.”
Jikin studied him skeptically, “Make them step back.”
Quan Yimo waved his hand, and Abel and the others complied by stepping back.
“Satisfied?”
Jikin put down his gun, tucked it in his waistband, and his eyes hardened as he lunged at Quan Yimo
Quan Yimo smirked, spun to dodge the incoming punch, transitioned into a ghostly movement behind Jikin, and punched towards his spine.
“Cough—”
Jikin staggered, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
With survival instincts kicking in, he didn’t so much as groan, his reverse claw attacking Quan Yimo’s neck.
Quan Yimo stepped back, his leg swinging into Jikin’s abdomen.
Jikin’s eyes went wide, and as he tried dodging the kick, he failed to guard against Quan Yimo’s deadly hands, which snapped his wrist and twisted it behind his back.
Jikin turned a ghastly pale, clumsily kicked backward, managed to free his wrist, and pulled out his gun.
Immediately, he turned the gun on Abel and the others, unleashing a barrage of bullets.
“Bang! Bang! Bang––”
“You are looking for the virus reagent, aren’t you?” Jikin smirked, drawing a small vial from his pocket and flinging it towards Abel and the others.
“Dodge!” Fu Heng shouted.
Abel and the others scattered, and the glass vial dropped to the ground, spilling a light yellow liquid.
This was his chance.
