The rolling shutter door was closed again, concealing the bloody scene inside the warehouse in darkness.
"I know all about Madman Hui, please don’t kill me..."
"As long as you don’t kill me, I’ll do anything you want, I’m really honest..."
"Uh, could you call an ambulance for me? I’m willing to be a tainted witness for the police..."
The fat man’s face was dripping with cold sweat, continuously mumbling nonsense that even he didn’t comprehend.
His right hand was wrapped in a bandage, now dyed red with blood, and in the other hand he was holding one of his severed index fingers.
"From now on, you answer when I ask, if you talk too much, I’ll cut out your tongue."
Fang Cheng’s voice, calm yet filled with murderous intent, came from behind his head.
The fat man shuddered immediately, and quickly zipped his lips shut.
The word "Murderer" popped into his mind and irresistibly dominated his thoughts.
Just a moment ago, this seemingly refined guy had, in less than half a minute, killed all fourteen men.
And those fourteen were not chickens or ducks!
Moreover, those men were Madman Hui’s operatives, specifically tasked with the dirty work of cleaning up loose ends.
Not to mention fighting and brawling, they were also decisive in committing murder.
As a customer service manager, the fat man would sometimes collude with them, cheating some of the wealthy organ buyers to line his own pockets.
Even if cheated, those victims wouldn’t dare to protest, which only emboldened him more.
He thought he could always sleep without worry, but today he stumbled over this incident.
Fang Cheng simply ordered, "If any danger appears, you’ll be the first one I deal with."
The fat man dared not think too much and quickly started to walk ahead.
Bars and nightclubs lined both sides of the street alley.
Neon lights were everywhere, rendering the night into an incredibly misty scene.
A few minutes later, the two entered a nightclub that seemed quite popular.
The colorful spotlight and passionate DJ music filled the air, along with many young men and women seeking thrills.
In the excited and agitated atmosphere, hormones and the scent of alcohol floated everywhere.
Fang Cheng glanced over the somewhat chaotic interior.
The fat man nodded repeatedly, then quickly covered his mouth due to saying one "yes" too many.
The two then moved through the crowd waving their arms and shaking their hips to reach the elevator.
Seeing the fat man using his work card to unlock the door and pressing the button for the 5th floor at the top, Fang Cheng reminded him again:
"Do you remember what you have to do next?"
The fat man answered quite crisply this time.
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, another man entered.
"Yo, fatty, been beaten up? Is your hand broken?"
"Did you do something wrong, and Brother Hui found out and gave you a lesson?"
The man saw the fat man’s injury and started to tease him, taking pleasure in his misfortune.
The fat man kept his head down and ignored him.
The man, feeling a bit bored, turned to look at Fang Cheng, who was somewhat unfamiliar.
"Is this your guest? Why is he wearing a mask, can’t face the light?"
Saying so, he even stepped forward as if to take off the mask for a closer look.
The fat man’s face turned pale, and he was sweating profusely. Suddenly, he raised his head and cursed:
"Can you fucking shut your dog mouth?!"
The man looked at him in shock, surprised by the outburst.
The elevator reached the 5th floor then, and he grumbled a few insults before stepping out first.
The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing Fang Cheng staring at him, he quickly explained:
"That guy is also a customer manager here, one of Madman Hui’s men."
Fang Cheng’s expression was calm, he said nothing in return.
Of course, he wouldn’t choose to make a move here.
Because there were surveillance cameras installed in the elevator.
A place where illegal transactions were conducted would surely be heavily guarded, with many emergency measures against the police.
That’s why Fang Cheng needed the fat man to lead the way.
If he had barged in directly, once Madman Hui realized the situation was going south, he would surely choose to run away.
The Black Market, hidden on the top floor of the nightclub, was decorated to appear like a legitimate medical institution.
Occasionally, one could see salespeople and customers chatting, discussing surgery details.
After turning through two corridors, they walked into a changing room that seemed ordinary but discovered something unusual.
The fat man opened a wardrobe and fumbled around for a moment.
Soon, a disguised hidden door was opened.
Fang Cheng followed him inside and found the space not very large, with the end clearly in sight.
At the entrance, four guards with fierce faces and guns stood watch.
They saw the fat man bringing Fang Cheng in, asked a few wary questions, and then allowed them to pass.
There were a few rooms lined up along the corridor, each equipped with iron doors and windows like a prison cell.
Through the bars, one could see that some young children, both boys and girls, were locked inside, their expressions numb and fearful.
"The primary sources are mainly children since they are healthy and more obedient, easy to manage."
"As long as the tissue matches, they can be taken for surgery."
The fat man whispered about the situation inside.
"If the person you are looking for has been brought here, they will definitely be detained in a place ."
Fang Cheng’s gaze continuously swept past the scenes behind the doors and windows, but he did not see Wen Xin.
While thinking, he saw ahead another room with a green light and a glass door, and he asked:
"It’s the operating room; the doctor should be preparing for a transplant surgery for a client."
Fang Cheng approached the glass door, took a deep look inside.
The doctor was not there yet, and an unfamiliar young girl was lying on the operating table, seemingly just anesthetized, very still.
He then turned his head to the fat man and commanded:
"You first go confirm Madman Hui’s location."
The fat man immediately took the order and headed towards an office at the end of the corridor.
Two sturdy men resembling bodyguards stood in front of the iron gate, glaring watchfully at the approaching pair.
The fat man squeezed out a smile and went forward to explain, "I want to introduce a big client who came from Nanyang to him."
The two bodyguards coldly rejected:
"Brother Hui is in a meeting, whatever it is can wait until later."
Seeing this, Fang Cheng stepped forward as well, babbled a few phrases in Nanyang Language at them.
Hearing this, the two bodyguards couldn’t help but pause.
Although they didn’t understand, they still felt that it was impressive, as if he really was a big client who had come from far.
Madman Hui was discussing with a few confidants about taking over territories.
Sang Biao’s death and his own ascent to power was akin to double happiness for him.
He had always looked down on Sang Biao’s petty ways.
At this moment, he was spiritedly outlining his business philosophy to his subordinates:
"Build more entertainment venues; the economy may not be developed in Jiangbei, but the nightlife is rich. That area is suitable for these industries."
"As for manpower, first catch all the hostesses that have escaped. These women are addicted to drugs; getting them back is in their best interest too..."
While he was talking, the bodyguard guarding the door came in to report the situation.
Upon hearing that there were guests from Nanyang, Madman Hui’s eyes immediately lit up.
The human organ trade in the Nanyang region was much more rampant than here.
He had always planned to make contact with the underground organizations there, creating a stable supply line.
Since guests had come to him on their own initiative, he immediately fancied the idea of meeting them.
Following that, two people walked in.
Madman Hui recognized him, one of his own customer managers.
As for the young man wearing a mask.
Upon entering the room, there was a click, as he casually locked the door behind him.
His movements were very cautious, seemingly worried about the conversation leaking, like someone might overhear.
"This guest has some business to discuss, please feel free to speak. This office is specially made with great soundproofing," Madman Hui grandly seated himself in his boss chair, welcoming them.
At the same time, he signaled a subordinate who spoke Nanyang Language to translate for the other party.
However, the young man didn’t wait for the translator.
Instead, he took off his mask proactively, eyes fixed on him:
"Madman Hui, do you recognize me?"
Madman Hui shook his head in confusion:
"Have we... had business dealings before?"
"I am here to find someone."
After seeing the main person, Fang Cheng no longer hid his motives and bluntly said:
"Where is Wen Xin, tell me now, and I can consider sparing your life."
Upon hearing this, Madman Hui burst out laughing.
The other few subordinates also mockingly laughed, simultaneously and tacitly stood up, surrounding this brazen individual.
The fat man hid behind them, trembling with fear, sweat beading on his face and falling like soybeans.
After laughing for a while, Madman Hui then asked his subordinates:
"Who is Wen Xin? Does anyone know?"
The subordinates all shook their heads in ignorance.
Fang Cheng calmly replied once more:
"The daughter of Wen Huixi."
Madman Hui seemed slightly startled upon hearing that, as if he remembered something.
Subsequently, a close subordinate standing behind him whispered a few words into his ear.
Madman Hui’s pupils immediately constricted as he glared deathly at Fang Cheng.
His facial smile became a bit stiff while his hand slowly slouched downwards.
He wanted to open the drawer, to grab the handgun hidden inside.
The others likewise sensed that something was off, their expressions grew tense.
Fang Cheng glanced around, eyeing the six gang leaders that had gathered around.
As his pupils moved, his figure also suddenly erupted.
A fierce Whip Kick, like a black lightning, swiftly aimed at the temple of a short and stocky man on his right.
Then, aided by the effect of the "Lightning Dance," the knife in his hand spun flying, and his movements sped up further.
Already holding the Butterfly Knife, he navigated through the tight confines of the office, thrusting and stabbing.
Commencing another round of even more ferocious close combat.
In those gang members’ eyes, Fang Cheng seemed to vanish altogether.
Trails of afterimages alongside the cold light swept by, screams followed one after another without cease.
At such close quarters, being approached by dagger-type weapons and failing to react meant certain death.
At this time, Madman Hui had already drawn the gun from the drawer.
But his hands gripping the gun were unable to precisely aim at the target.
Just hesitating for two seconds, four of his subordinates were consecutively stabbed and fell to the ground.
His heart ruthless, he decided to fire on instinct.
Bang bang bang, several shots in succession, but all missed.
One of the shots hit the thigh of one of his closest subordinates.
Watching the one-sided massacre unfold in front of him, his brothers being wiped out one by one, falling into pools of blood,
Madman Hui’s face turned deathly pale, hands trembling, and even the strength to pull the trigger seemed to mysteriously vanish.
Suddenly, a flash of cold light swooped towards him, still seated.
A flung Butterfly Knife directly nailed his hand to the table.
The grey-black blade sank several centimeters deep, still buzzing and vibrating incessantly.