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Chapter 110: Chapter 107: Empty the Bullets
Just a few seconds.
Many people probably didn’t even have time to react.
The six gang members in the office were all killed, leaving only Madman Hui, the man in charge.
No.
There was also a fat man with his head in his hands, crouching on the ground, emitting whimpers.
This guy was also lucky.
Just now, during Madman Hui’s random shooting spree, he wasn’t hit at all.
"Big Brother..."
Madman Hui’s palm was nailed by a knife, he was in so much pain that his face was covered in cold sweat, and he kept inhaling sharply.
His eyes were filled with terror, watching the approaching Killing God:
"You’ve got the wrong guy, I have no grudge with you!"
Fang Cheng didn’t waste words with him, he stepped forward, grabbed the handle of the knife, and pulled out the blade.
Then, as he couldn’t hold back his cries of pain, Fang Cheng twisted his finger until it broke.
He still wasn’t done, he raised the knife, ready to cut again.
At this point, Madman Hui finally broke down, he started shouting with a crying voice:
"Wait, wait, I’m willing to talk, I’ll confess to anything!"
Seeing this, Fang Cheng paused for a moment.
The notoriously ruthless Madman Hui, when put to the test, couldn’t even outlast the fat man or his own men.
The fat man at least endured until one of his fingers was chopped off before he completely gave up resisting.
A few minutes later.
Fang Cheng sat on the desk, twirling Knife Flower with his fingertips, his eyes filled with a cold intent.
According to Madman Hui, Wen Xin was indeed kidnapped by his men.
But she was not being held here, instead, his subordinate Ah Yong had transferred her to Wu Shihao.
After all, they didn’t have the strength to combat someone of Fang Cheng’s caliber.
Wu Shihao originally planned to set a trap and then spread the word to lure Fang Cheng into it.
Who could have guessed that Fang Cheng would react so quickly, trailing and hunting them down in less than two hours.
"You all were so sure I would come?"
Fang Cheng, pensive, couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
He had only intervened once to assist the Wen family women, driving away some thugs.
Although there had been some interactions since, to outsiders, their relationship probably didn’t seem that close.
"We were just trying our luck, even if you didn’t come, it wouldn’t have been a loss."
"Wen Huixi was originally a girl who escaped from Sang Biao’s place, as for Wen Xin..."
"Wu Shihao received orders from the Gang Leader to prepare a batch of girls under 12 years old to be transported to a secret base; we were short of people, so she fit right in."
Hearing the doubt raised by Killing God, Madman Hui carefully explained everything.
"Continue."
Fang Cheng slightly narrowed his eyes and ordered.
"Big Brother, can I stop the bleeding first?"
Madman Hui, covering the bloodied hole in his right palm, tearfully pleaded:
"Whatever you want to know, just ask, I’ll tell you everything I know."
Fang Cheng remained unmoved as he continued the interrogation:
"Does Wu Shihao have Red Tiger Gang’s masters guarding him?"
"There used to be, not anymore."
"The master who killed the Gang Leader of Three Wolves Gang?"
"That was someone sent from the Main Hall; he was injured that night and returned immediately after completing the task."
"When exactly are the girls supposed to be transported?"
"I’m not sure, but according to Wu Shihao’s plan, there are still a few days left."
Fang Cheng slightly nodded, having a clearer outline of the whole situation in his mind.
Seeing that Killing God seemed to have no more questions, Madman Hui quickly pleaded:
"I’ve really told you everything, if you are willing to let me go, I can give you a lot of money."
"Also, I’m willing to be a tainted witness, let’s team up to take down that bastard Wu Shihao!"
At that moment, a weak voice spoke up.
"Brother Hui, I’m sorry, I’ve already applied to be a tainted witness and plan to redeem myself."
The previously feigning death fat man stood up, raising his hand honestly.
"You..."
Madman Hui couldn’t help but glare angrily.
Fang Cheng ignored him, turning to the fat man:
"I have a task for you, watch him, if he escapes, your life is forfeit."
"Yes, sir."
The fat man was startled, he quickly picked up a dagger from the ground, held it to Madman Hui’s neck, threatening him:
"Don’t move around too much, my hands are shaky, I’m afraid I can’t control myself and might slice open your blood vessel..."
Fang Cheng reached out and took Madman Hui’s revolver into his hands.
He checked the cylinder, there were 4 bullets left.
He then strode toward the office door.
Twisting the lock, he opened the reinforced bulletproof door.
At that moment, two bulky bodyguards were leaning against the door, ear cocked, listening.
With a fierce kick, he lifted his leg and kicked open the door.
Inside, two doctors in green gowns were putting on gloves, seemingly preparing to perform surgery.
Seeing Fang Cheng holding a gun at them, they immediately raised their hands high in fright.
"The subject for the surgery has changed, bring the anesthetic, and come with me."
Fang Cheng glanced at the girl who was still unconscious on the surgery table and gave the orders to the two doctors.
After a while.
Madman Hui was put on the operating table to start a heart transplant operation.
His body was locally anesthetized, his consciousness still partially awake, his face filled with sheer terror.
He tried to scream for help, but his mouth was tightly sealed with tape, only a muffled hum could be emitted.
Fang Cheng held a gun pointed at the operating room while dialing a phone:
"Uncle Zhou, it’s me, Ah Cheng."
"I’ve discovered an underground human organ trafficking market, there was a gunfight here just now, and many kidnapped children are here."
"Yes, come over quickly, the address is..."
After finishing the call, he turned to look at the uneasy fat man.
"When the police arrive later, you know what to say and what to do, right?"
"Just say it’s a vendetta between gangs, related to Wu Shihao..."
The fat man carefully repeated the rehearsed statement.
Twenty minutes later.
Fang Cheng put on a backpack, wore a mask, and as if nothing had happened, ducked out through a hidden door.
Then he walked through the peaceful medical facility office area, heading towards the elevator.
While waiting for the elevator, his mind quickly ran through the events that had happened, ensuring there was no delay at the scene.
Especially the recent surveillance footage in Madman Hui’s office had been destroyed.
Ding.
The elevator door opened, and a group of men in jackets, crowding together, walked out.
"The task went pretty smoothly this time, Brother Hao is really generous!"
"Chicken Eye, Ah Xiang, Beast, you three have made a merit..."
These men were discussing in low voices, with joy on their faces.
One of them, a man with a goatee, seemed particularly exuberant and loud, apparently the leader.
Hearing their conversation, Fang Cheng’s brows twitched.
Suddenly, he turned around and tentatively shouted towards the men:
"Brother Yong?"
The goatee turned to look at him, his mouth opening as if to ask something.
What met him, however, was the dark muzzle of a gun and scorching bullets.
Whiz, whiz, whiz, whiz—
The silenced pistol fired ten shots continuously, instantly emptying the magazine.
Leaving behind a puff of white smoke and bodies scattered all over the ground.
Then, the elevator quickly descended.
Wooo—Wooo—
The piercing siren sounded from afar, tearing through the confused and deep night.
Fang Cheng, hands in pockets, walked out of the buzzing nightclub.
Then, lowering his head, he crossed paths with the rushing detectives.
People began to gather on the street to see what the commotion was about.
Fang Cheng tightened the somewhat heavy bag slung over him and quickly squeezed into the crowd to leave the place.
After moving a bit farther away, he breathed out lightly.
Looking up at the distant city lights at night.
Recalling the series of fights that had happened.
A light blue holographic screen appeared slowly in the cold air.
Rows of information and data streamed down past his eyes like a waterfall.
[Sword Skill Experience +5]
[Sword Skill Experience +90]
[Sanda Experience +10]
[Sword Skill Experience +25]
[Gun Skill Experience +40]
[Gun Skill Experience +60]
Looking at these experience values, Fang Cheng became slightly distracted.
It seemed as though everything that had happened was just a scene from a gangster urban game.
Although the killing intent in his heart was slightly relieved, the flames in his eyes burned even more fiercely, faintly glowing red.
The matter wasn’t over yet!
According to the statement made by Madman Hui, Wu Shihao had been staying near the port in a warehouse to ensure the task assigned by the leader of the Red Tiger Gang went smoothly.
Wen Xin was also sent to that warehouse under Wu Shihao’s instructions, detained there along with other girls.
Since that place involved important matters and was personally guarded by Wu Shihao, the guards were surely very strict, and the weaponry wouldn’t be lacking.
Therefore, it was definitely not advisable to barge in directly.
Fang Cheng pondered the strategies, patting the hard bag on his body.
Inside the bag were several firearms and ammunition that he had confiscated earlier.
If Madman Hui’s guess was correct, Wu Shihao would probably stay there for a few days.
So, there was still plenty of time, and some preparations could be made.
Thinking this, Fang Cheng went to an ATM on the street and withdrew the maximum limit of twenty thousand yuan in cash, and put it into his bag.
Then, taking off his mask, he stood on the street corner and waved at a passing taxi.
"To West Mountain?"
Hearing Fang Cheng’s destination, the driver immediately shook his head repeatedly:
"It’s too late and too far, no, no."
As he said that, he gave Fang Cheng a wary look.
The security situation was not good nowadays, a news report on TV recently talked about someone luring a taxi driver to a desolate area, robbing, and killing him.
Although this young man looked refined and handsome.
But one can’t judge a book by its cover, who knows if he might be a hidden serial killer.
"Please, driver, I have an urgent matter and need to go there."
Fang Cheng took out four hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it to the driver.
The driver, seeing the crisp bills, his eyes lit up.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded:
"Alright, since you speak so politely, sure, helping others is a source of happiness."
