In front of an old building with mottled walls.
Ma Donghe looked up at the red lantern sign hanging above.
"Authentic beauty, passionate foreign girls, choose and pick as you please, please go up to the third floor B."
Next to it were various colorful and attractive small advertisements.
He cautiously looked back to see if anyone was watching him.
Then he quickened his pace and slipped inside.
At this time, it was not yet dark, and the building seemed very deserted.
He could only vaguely hear the coughing of residents and the sound of a radio broadcasting a soccer game.
Ma Donghe found unit B on the third floor and stood in front of a rusty iron grille door.
There was a curtain hanging behind the door, blocking the view.
He lifted it slightly, peeked inside, and muttered to himself:
"This should be the place..."
After thinking for a moment, he looked down at his still healing right hand and then turned to leave.
Just then, the iron grille door was pulled open from the inside.
"Boss, come in and play."
Ma Donghe turned to look.
A scantily clad woman was standing at the door, signaling him enticingly with her posture.
Seeing this, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shook his head in refusal.
But the woman was persistent:
"You came all the way here, have some fun before you leave, are you even a man?"
"It’s still daytime, it’s not appropriate to say this kind of thing, is it?"
Ma Donghe’s expression darkened slightly.
"It’s not daylight anymore, it’s about to get dark soon, come in, come in!"
As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around his stout arm and pulled him inside.
The room was heated, with a flickering red ambient light.
Ma Donghe felt dizzy and couldn’t help but break into a sweat.
He was annoyed that he, being such a large-framed man, was easily manipulated by a small-framed woman.
The woman hugged his arm while sweetly asking:
"Boss, do you want the full package or the half package?"
"How much is the full package?"
Ma Donghe asked involuntarily.
Suddenly realizing his mistake, he then stammered:
"Wait, sorry, miss, I might have come to the wrong place..."
Having said that, he immediately pulled his arm out of the woman’s embrace and attempted to flee without looking back.
As he turned around, he almost knocked down a skinny man who had just walked through the door.
Ma Donghe hastily apologized and was ready to leave.
The man’s gaze fell on the tattoo on Ma Donghe’s arm, then asked:
"Are you here to check the goods?"
Ma Donghe was slightly stunned, then inexplicably nodded.
The skinny man looked at him intently and said:
Ma Donghe hesitated for a moment, but still chose to follow.
The two walked one after another along a narrow corridor.
Through the half-closed doors on both sides, one could see several pale-faced women lying inside.
Ma Donghe’s brows were tightly knotted, and he clenched his fists in secret.
The skinny man took him to a more secluded corner at the end of the corridor and knocked on the wall in a certain rhythm four times.
A crack appeared on the wall, and there was actually a hidden door.
Someone peered out from inside the door, puzzled:
"Ah Xiang, why are there outsiders here?"
"He’s here to see the goods."
Ah Xiang explained from outside the door.
Ma Donghe was then allowed to follow him through this solid checkpoint, which was disguised with bricks on the outside and reinforced with iron plates on the inside.
After entering, he discovered a hidden world.
It seemed that several units were connected and converted into a small factory of three or four hundred square meters.
A dozen workers in casual wear stood in front of various assembly line equipment, presenting a busy scene.
At the end of the assembly line were stacks of white powdery substance.
Ma Donghe’s eyes flickered, and he speculated in his mind.
This was clearly a powder manufacturing hideout, and it seemed they had mistaken him for a customer to purchase goods.
The closed hidden door behind him suddenly made a clanging sound of locking.
Ah Xiang, who had brought him in, suddenly shouted:
"Everyone be careful, this guy was snooping around for our information just now, I think he is either a cop or sent by another group to scout us!"
Ma Donghe instantly realized he had been tricked, immediately turned around, and rushed towards the door to escape.
"Grab him!" "Don’t let him get away!"
The workers quickly reacted, stopping their work and picking up various weapons at hand.
One by one, they turned into thugs, chasing after him.
Ma Donghe couldn’t care about what was behind him for the moment.
Looking at Ah Xiang and another doorkeeper blocking the door, leveraging their bulky waists, he directly knocked over the two.
Then, when he tried to reopen the door, a whooshing sound suddenly rang behind his head.
He could only lower his body quickly and dart to the side.
This delay allowed others to surround him, forming a besieging trap.
A stick swung down, hitting his spine.
Ma Donghe’s eyes turned fierce, withstanding the hit.
Then, with a left hook punch to the abdomen, he made the opponent kneel down arching.
Quickly retreating a step backward, he grabbed the wrist in one fluid motion, flinging another attacker flying.
With an injury on his right hand and faced with numerically superior enemies, he had to choose a flexible style, fighting while retreating.
Another group from the back room, even more ferocious gang members holding machetes, came running out.
In this scenario, it was like a bear falling into a pack of wolves.
No, it should be a lone bear.
Ma Donghe grit his teeth, feeling his chances today were slim.
Just then, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted.
The whole room seemed to tremble slightly as if struck by an earthquake.
Everyone could not help but stop and look towards the source of the sound.
The tightly closed hidden door seemed to have been hit by a battering ram.
The iron sheet bulged outward from the impact, causing the wall bricks to loosen.
Then came three more successive loud noises, making everyone’s heart tremble.
The bulge grew larger, and several bricks clattered to the floor.
At last, the iron door broke free from its hinges and flew out, striking two dumbfounded guys standing nearby.
Through the dust, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the doorway, stepping inside.
Outside, there were several screams of terror from women.
The weapon-wielding thugs couldn’t help but step back.
"Ah Cheng, why would you also come to a place ?!"
Recognizing the masked figure, Ma Donghe exclaimed with both shock and joy.
Fang Cheng walked through the broken frame of the hidden door, his gaze quickly sweeping over the inside scene.
Then, looking at Ma Donghe, he took off the shoulder bag and threw it to him.
"Donghe, let me handle this. You just focus on healing."
Pondering why this tone sounded somewhat off, treating him like a helpless child?
"Don’t be afraid, it’s just one guy."
"Let’s all go at him together, finish him off!"
Earlier, these thugs had hesitated after seeing the door violently knocked down.
But observing that only a seemingly unarmed, gentle-looking guy was outside,
Their confidence inexplicably boosted, suspecting he had just used some tools to break the door.
One thug boosted his morale with a yell, swinging his machete and charging forward first.
But the machete in his hand hadn’t reached its target when a crisp "snap" was heard.
Fang Cheng executed a low sweep, striking his shinbone quickly and accurately.
His lower leg bent directly, showing a horrifying degree of distortion.
The knife-wielding thug let out a heart-wrenching scream, falling straight to the ground.