Fang Cheng’s eyes flashed like the stars on a cold night.
He then took out his phone from his bag and dialed a series of numbers.
This was the contact number given by the tails he had dealt with earlier.
It was said to lead to Madman Hui’s lair.
As for Madman Hui, he was the mastermind behind those tails.
After Sang Biao died, he gained the favor of Wu Shihao, rising to the top, taking over the crew, and preparing to make a big move in Jiangbei.
Finding Fang Cheng, the "hidden assassin," and kidnapping Wen Xin and her daughter were all his doing.
However.
Since certain deals were not yet finalized, he was still holed up in Lingang District, temporarily unable to leave.
The most important and highest priority business for him was the "human organ trafficking black market."
Which ant, if one could find that, there was a high chance of finding Madman Hui and the abducted Wen Xin.
Fang Cheng initially left his house with the intent to sneak past the surveillants and find an opportunity to eliminate Wu Shihao, who threatened his safety.
But now with this sudden change, he had to revise his plans and prioritize rescuing Wen Xin.
As for calling the police?
That was rely the desperate alternative of an ordinary person.
Because nobody can predict whether those ruthlessly vicious people would beco cornered dogs jumping over the wall and choose to tear up the ticket.
And Fang Cheng himself was certainly no ordinary person!
He quickly ran through his plan in his mind.
After a few rings, the call was soon connected.
Fang Cheng took deep breaths to keep his emotions as calm as possible.
Then, following the thod the middle-aged man gave him, he spoke:
"Hello."
"Yes, I’d like to purchase a kidney..."
..................
Lingang District.
Near the second-hand market’s bar street.
Here the lights were colorful, and neon signs flickered.
Down the long street as far as the eye could see, nightclubs, saunas, bars, karaoke lounges, and other attractive signs all stood tall.
Occasionally, one could also spot so sexy-dressed girls who co out at night, carrying knock-off designer bags and wandering around the streets.
Just after nine o’clock in the evening, it was the busiest pri ti.
And the night made this place appear even more bizarre.
Fang Cheng stood at the entrance of a bar, leaning against a street lamp.
This was the eting point agreed upon with the person he had spoken to on the phone.
"Hello, is this Mr. Ma? Good to see you."
A middle-aged fat man, with a briefcase under his arm, waved cheerfully to Fang Cheng, who was waiting.
He had a likable appearance, with gentle brows and eyes, and looked like the manager of a regular company.
After exchanging greetings to confirm they were each other’s intended contacts, they walked in a certain direction on the street while talking.
"If you don’t mind asking, what business are you in, Mr. Ma, and how is your financial situation?"
The fat man typically inquired about so details of the custor’s background.
Fang Cheng didn’t take off his mask and replied in a muffled voice:
"My family runs a slaughterhouse, I can’t discuss the specifics."
The fat man responded with an "Oh," nodding his head.
As for Fang Cheng wearing a mask and not showing his face, the fat man expressed understanding and empathy.
After all, this wasn’t a business that should see the light of day.
He then explained:
"If you want to have an organ transplantation surgery done here, it could be particularly expensive, so make sure to bring enough money."
Fang Cheng nodded and patted his bag, indicating that he had brought the deposit.
The fat man’s eyes lit up and he continued to chatter repeatedly:
"The police are cracking down hard right now, supplies are scarce, many buyers are queuing up, everyone is waiting for surgery, if you want it, you’d better make a decision quickly..."
Fang Cheng listened silently, then suddenly interrupted him to ask:
"Can I take a look at the supplies first? Choose the transplant subject for myself."
The fat man was taken aback by the question and explained with so difficulty:
"Normally that’s not possible, but if you pay a deposit first, we can make so exceptions."
Fang Cheng agreed without hesitation.
The fat man imdiately showed a smiling face:
"Mr. Ma, rest assured, we have the best marketplace in East Capital. It’s hard to find sothing suitable elsewhere..."
During the conversation, the two walked up to a rather concealed warehouse door on the street side.
The fat man raised his hand and patted the closed roller shutter door.
"It’s in here."
As he spoke, the roller shutter door slowly rose, revealing a relatively open space.
Fang Cheng glanced inside and then stepped in.
Then, the roller shutter door quickly descended again.
The fat man did not follow inside.
There were about a dozen people inside, sitting or standing, playing cards and eating. They all smiled aningfully upon seeing Fang Cheng.
"This one’s got soft and tender skin, a real young’un."
"Wonder how much money he brought?"
The gazes of these people were fierce, like a pack of wolves eying a lamb.
"The goods aren’t here?"
Fang Cheng scanned the surroundings.
Apart from so stacked crates and a few beddings, there were no signs of trafficked people being held here.
A dark and sturdy man with a sinister grin stepped forward:
"First show us how much money you’ve brought."
Standing next to him was a skinny man holding a machete, with equally murderous eyes, staring at the bag slung over Fang Cheng’s shoulder.
Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered slightly, his face calm and steady.
He had anticipated the bottom line of these criminals involved in the bloodiest and dirtiest deeds.
At this mont, he firmly morized everyone’s height, appearance, standing position, and whether they held weapons in their hands.
Then with a flick of his fingers, the Butterfly Knife landed in his hand.
With a "swish", it unfolded like wings in an instant.
Almost simultaneously, pushing off with his feet, his figure flashed and he rushed toward the dark, sturdy man nearest to him.
The brawny man had no ti to react before the knife’s tip pierced his chest.
Blood Bead sprayed as the blade was withdrawn.
The beating heart was split open in an instant, gushing out copious amounts of fresh blood.
Before the blood could splatter onto him, Fang Cheng moved in an instant, flashing to the side.
The blade swept horizontally, cutting across the neck of the man holding the machete.
Under the light, another bright red Blood Bead shot out.
In a flash - step in, stab, slash the throat.
Two living people beca two corpses.
At this mont, the fastest-reacting man finally shouted out:
"Watch out, this kid intentionally sneaked in to cause trouble!"
He subsequently pulled out a handgun, aiming to fire at the other party.
However, before he could pull the trigger, his entire wrist was severed clean through.
He wanted to scream in pain, but with a flash of the blade, it pierced directly through his throat, drowning all sounds in the gurgling of the blood bubbles.
Seeing the situation turning grim, others also picked up various clubs, knives, and guns, attempting to surround and kill this extrely dangerous intruder.
But to their horror, they found it was completely in vain.
When the enemy launched an attack, it was as if he would disappear on the spot.
When he reappeared, the knife in his hand had already pierced their chests and cut open their throats.
Just like that—
Disappear, appear, slit throat.
Disappear, appear, pierce heart.
Disappear, appear, split belly.
...........
They couldn’t see the enemy’s figure clearly; they could only faintly see the knife light fluttering like butterfly wings.
And this beautiful, illusory knife light, was exactly the death knell that brought them despair.
Twenty seconds later, the ground had turned into a pool of vivid red blood,
The entire warehouse had utterly transford into the most horrifying Asura battleground.
[You have used Blade Technique in actual combat for the first ti to achieve a victory against multiple opponents, Skill Experience 90]
A ssage appeared before his eyes.
Fang Cheng’s face was splattered with a few drops of Blood Bead, which he wiped off with his hand.
Then, he raised the roller shutter door again.
He looked toward the fat man squatting outside, his face full of astonishnt.
"Now, can you tell ?"
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