In other words, there’s nothing the other side wouldn’t do.
If Luo Fei and his team encounter an ambush inside, they must always be ready to provide support.
"Understood!"
Then Luo Fei led his team to circle from the side, heading directly into the depths of the exhibition hall when Zhou Fan suddenly stopped them.
"Look!"
Everyone looked in the direction indicated and saw the wax figure of the curator, Ruan Ke. Unlike before, there was now a secret door beside it.
This secret door seems to be activated by an external chanism!
No wonder when they arrived here before, Luo Fei ntioned he slled sothing peculiar.
It seems this is their secret passage, which directly connects to the back workshop and restroom. This way, whether washing away blood or making wax figures is very convenient.
"Another secret room..."
Luo Fei shook his head with a wry smile.
He had already had enough of the traps set by Xue Dongchuan in the secret room at Huabang Spirits and didn’t expect to encounter it again today.
"Let’s go, be careful with everything."
"Alright, let’s split up into pairs."
Once they’ve arranged their formation, protecting each other and keeping a lookout, the four of them slowly ventured inside, suddenly spotting two corridors beside them.
Luo Fei took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Despite the noisy environnt, he could still discern subtle differences, pointing out that one door led to the restroom with a sll of disinfectant.
The other led to the back workshop, where the abducted people were likely dealt with.
Now their only hostage is Ruan Ke, so they must move faster.
"To the right, go!"
With Luo Fei’s urgent command, everyone followed his footsteps, rushing to the right.
In the corridor, they could already hear the footsteps of the other party.
Very close, very close...
But at the next corner, an iron rod swung directly at them, buzzing through the air—it was a tal pole used to support wax molds.
Faced with the sudden attack, Liao Xingyu swiftly dodged, and Li Jun quickly captured the attacker.
With a crisp dislocation sound of bones, Song Yusheng’s first apprentice was apprehended.
"Don’t move!"
Luo Fei held the person down, pressing his hand against his throat.
"Tell , where did you take the people?"
The apprentice, firmly controlled by the four of them, knew he had no chance and indicated inside, confessing everything he knew.
"Officer, I want to report them... They’re planning to kill inside, and they are prepared to resist the police."
"My master Song Yusheng and the others are at the back of the workshop, I’m just buying them ti outside, I confess..."
After that, it was just so irrelevant murmurs.
Luo Fei didn’t want to say much about it and handed him over to Liao Xingyu.
"The road ahead won’t be easy. Although Song Yusheng is old, I can sense he has trained, and definitely has so hidden ans."
"You think about it—soone who can skin and strip flesh must have extraordinary skills. We can avoid direct conflicts and close combat with him, but he still has the hostage."
These words enlightened everyone.
Finally, after a brief discussion, Li Jun was tasked to escort the captured person outside, while Zhou Fan and Liao Xingyu followed Luo Fei as they charged in.
No matter what the situation inside, they would have each other’s back.
"Action!"
Inside the workshop.
A large vat of molten wax kept bubbling, even producing steam, the temperature inside very high—just a little splash of water would cause splattering steam, enveloping the room in vapor.
Song Yusheng was sharpening two knives at the side.
His gaze was focused, breath calm, showing no concern about the upcoming events.
Above him hung two beds stained with blood, occasionally emitting a foul odor.
It was where he had operated on the two wax sculptors from out of town before.
The chairs once held loads of fresh blood and nearly deford bones, all seed mundane in Song Yusheng’s eyes.
What he did was justified, all were Ruan Ke’s own doing...
Next, the person he would operate on was the unconscious curator tied by his side.
The remaining apprentices stood ard nearby, guarding the scene.
With a hostage in their hands, they felt sowhat secure.
They believed the police wouldn’t dare act rashly, maybe even providing them a getaway opportunity, so today needn’t end in mutual destruction.
Otherwise, before they got caught, Ruan Ke would surely be turned into a human wax sculpture alive.
Bang—
The door was forcibly kicked open, and Luo Fei and the others entered with guns drawn.
"Freeze, everyone hands up."
"No resistance, or the consequences will be severe."
Confronted with the police’s persuasion to surrender, Song Yusheng rely smirked and lifted his hand, waving to the people beside him.
"Kids, do you intend to surrender?"
The apprentices retreated, none showing fear, their gazes firmly on Song Yusheng, their master gave them confidence.
Luo Fei and his team looked up at the suspended Ruan Ke.
"Now this is trouble, it seems they plan to put on a big show."
"They don’t have guns, just go for it, and minimize casualties."
"Stop!"
Song Yusheng shouted out.
As he got up, exuding a murderous aura. Despite his aged face, he had a threatening presence that made those opposite him very wary.
One would expect a fierce battle to erupt, but Song Yusheng spoke first.
"That day Ruan Ke brought you in, I sensed sothing was off—your auras were suspicious, tourists my ass, all fake."
"Just as I thought, all cops, huh... Lucky the old man was ready."
"But you’re still late, in about a minute, this guy will be imrsed into the molten wax pool below, skinned first, then solidified."
With that, Song Yusheng activated his device.
Decisive and absolute, without an ounce of hesitation.
Hearing this, Luo Fei and his team grew more grim.
Looking up, they saw Ruan Ke being gradually lowered, the chain’s sound screechingly loud, the heat rising unmistakably close.
No ti left, move!
The team, in perfect sync, dashed forward as the apprentices also charged.
Though shooting straightaway was straightforward, there was a risk of harming the hostage, and the squad leaders were confident enough.
Liao Xingyu and Zhou Fan overpowered the apprentices from the left and right.
Though they appeared fierce and aggressive, no matter how robust soone was, facing battle-hardened detectives there was a gap, thus they were held securely.
Song Yusheng clashed fists with Luo Fei, intensity crackling between them.
"Heh, you’ve got so moves, kid."
"I once wielded a butcher’s knife out of the village, apprenticed and sworn—cows, sheep, pigs, and dogs all but creatures under my blade. Making people into wax was the peak of my skill."
"Watch my blade—"
Song Yusheng drew his knives, swiftly pulling out two gleaming knives, slashing at the throat and forehead.
Swoosh!
Dodging nimbly, Luo Fei was just a bit faster.
Landing a punch on his chin, followed by rapid, thunderous blows.
These wide, powerful strikes were unmistakably the Hong Fist.
Martial aptitude in close combat ant analyzing weaknesses and countering swiftly.
Song Yusheng’s eyes widened in shock, blood spilling from his mouth.
He had concealed his skills for ages, unleashed few ans—and finally felt it resurging again after two recent killings, yet he t such a martial prodigy unexpectedly!
In the next mont, Luo Fei sprang up, kicking him down, then leaping over the pool to save Ruan Ke.
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