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Chapter 107: Chapter 105: The Beautiful and Deadly Blade Light (The Climactic Plot Arrives, Please Follow and Subscribe)
The room was plunged into darkness, the lights extinguished.
The red glow of distant neon lights cast from the window, flickering across Fang Cheng’s face, alternating between light and shadow.
He picked up a black pistol, his actions crisp as he cocked the slide twice, loading the bullet into the chamber.
Then he set it down, along with three extra magazines, hiding them in the inner layer of his shoulder bag.
Next, he picked up the Butterfly Knife, sheathing it and securing it to his belt.
Finally, he put on a rather nondescript black mask, covering half his face.
With all his preparations complete, he glanced at the street below from the window.
He saw several pedestrians passing by in succession, and a van driving away from the front of the tubular building.
Fang Cheng felt a slight flutter in his heart, a vague sense of foreboding.
Immediately, he shook his head to settle his mind, regaining his composure.
Right now, the most important thing was to deal with Wu Shihao, the main culprit; afterward, other troubles would naturally be easily resolved.
Having completed an equipment check, he slung the shoulder bag over him, walked out the door, locked it, and headed downstairs.
Tap, tap, tap.
Soft footsteps echoed in the stairwell.
As Fang Cheng descended the stairs, he suddenly heard a woman crying from below.
His ears twitched, and he couldn’t help but hasten his steps.
Upon reaching the ground floor, he saw Wen Huixi collapsed, kneeling on the ground, her body limp.
Her hair was disheveled, her face washed with tears, and she cradled a squashed paper box cake in her trembling hands.
Fang Cheng’s pupils contracted, and he immediately asked:
"Wen Jie, what happened?"
Wen Huixi lifted her swollen eyes, gazing blankly at Fang Cheng who had spoken, her eyes filled with helplessness and despair:
"Wen Xin... Wen Xin, she... she’s been taken by Sang Biao’s men. What should I do?"
Sang Biao?
Hearing this long-dead name, Fang Cheng suddenly remembered the previous feeling of unease.
The van that had driven past the front of the tubular building flashed before his eyes.
He instantly realized the real target was not himself, the "hidden expert of the Three Wolves Gang," but rather the seemingly inconspicuous mother and daughter, Wen Huixi.
His heart pounded fiercely.
Following that, it was as if a locked gate in the depths of his mind had been loosed, unleashing a wave of murderous intent as overwhelming as a tsunami.
In the darkness, his eyes flared like little flames, growing brighter and more intense.
Looking down at the inconsolable Wen Huixi, Fang Cheng took a deep breath.
Then, with a tone of absolute determination, he spoke word by word:
"Wen Jie, I promise you, Wen Xin will return home safely."
Having said that, regardless of Wen Huixi’s stunned expression, he immediately strode off, rushing out onto the street like a gust of wind.
At that moment, he suddenly recalled something.
Those tailing him must be from the same group and likely hadn’t all dispersed yet.
If he could capture one of them, he would find out the whereabouts of those who had taken Wen Xin.
Fang Cheng’s eyes scanned the dimly lit streets with lightning speed, quickly identifying one of the targets.
...........
Pat.
Around the dark alley corner came a series of footsteps.
A middle-aged man in a leather jacket strolled in,
glancing around before unzipping his pants and relieving himself against the corner of the wall.
"Shhhhh—"
Puckering his lips, he softly whistled, his demeanor quite relaxed.
The most boring tailing job was over, and he couldn’t help but think about which girl to find to unwind with in the evening.
He shook himself off and zipped up.
However, at that moment, a hand suddenly shot out from the darkness, clamping tightly over his mouth.
He muffled a groan, attempting to turn and resist.
But something hard and unyielding jammed against his waist, and a sharp pain immediately followed.
Thus, he quickly ceased struggling, allowing the other person to drag him deeper into the darkness.
Ten minutes later, in the dark and damp alley. n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖
At a crook in the exhaust vent, a disgusting mix of yellow and black grease congealed.
From under the eaves, kitchen swill overflows from the trash can, along the uneven cobblestone road, trickling into dark-red, filthy puddles.
A plump gray rat squeaked as it darted out, with the distant sound of barking dogs echoing.
The man in the leather jacket lay collapsed on the grimy ground, his eyes full of panic, staring up at the figure in front of him—a tall, thin silhouette like a demon.
"Brother, I’ve told you everything, please, just let me go..."
"Rest assured, after I leave, I absolutely won’t make a fuss about it..."
"Really, I’ve spoken nothing but the truth; I’ve never lied to anyone..."
He kept begging, like a pitiful, abandoned dog.
His right palm was bloodied, with three fingers gruesomely cut in half.
Despite his efforts to hold it shut, blood continued to gush out unstoppably.
Clearly, he’d already endured a brutal, inhuman round of torture.
Despite this, the figure before him remained unmoved, as if devoid of any empathy.
Only a chilling slash of a knife flashed in the darkness.
Reflected into the terrified eyes of the leather jacket man.
Then a spray of fresh blood splattered against the wall, and the man fell completely silent.
"You should not have troubled me."
Fang Cheng’s gaze was calm as he watched the "victim," murmuring softly to himself: "If there’s a next life, I hope you don’t tread the path of the underworld again..."
Afterward, he casually tossed the body of the tail into the trash can and closed the lid.
Then, using "Scavenger’s Eye," he swiftly scanned the scene, concealing the blood on the ground with trash and debris as much as possible.
At last, seeing no significant traces left behind,
he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked towards the illuminated exit of the alley.
Back on the bustling street, he looked around at the sparsely lit windows of the residential buildings.
