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Chapter 101: Murderer and Monster

Outside the car window.

Crowds of people were flowing and neon signs were flashing.

Under the night sky, the North Point Night Market becomes colorful and vibrant again.

Several yellow-haired young men in strange clothes stood on the street, smoking and shouting loudly, looking very impressive.

That was a thug from the Three Wolf Gang.

Looking at their Shamatte figures, Fang Cheng said silently:

"I'm sorry, I'll leave the blame to you guys."

I rushed to Lingang District today to check out some places.

The original intention was to find an opportunity to get rid of the scumbag Sang Biao first.

As a result, they happened to run into members of the Three Wolf Gang and the Red Tiger Gang discussing matters in a sauna club.

Seeing this rare opportunity, Fang Cheng took advantage of it and added fuel to the fire, and simply killed Sang Biao openly.

Ever since.

The man with tattoos who recognized his face turned out to be a traitor hired by the Three Wolf Gang.

Fang Cheng's identity also changed, and he became a gold medal killer hired by the Three Wolf Gang.

Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner.

As for what to do next, I believe the Red Tiger Gang will make a wise choice.

If I could let the vicious dogs fight each other, I could just watch the show in peace.

"Sir, shall we stop here?"

While I was lost in thought, the taxi had already passed through the narrow street and stopped beside the flower bed in front of the tube building.

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng immediately replied to the driver: "Yes."

He then paid the money, carried his bag, and got off the car.

His current image is that of an ordinary office worker.

No one can guess it.

Just half an hour ago, he would have slit a man's throat with a knife and killed a person with his own hands.

I raised my head, looked at the light and dark tube-shaped building, and listened to the familiar noisy sounds.

Fang Cheng walked quickly into the corridor.

Then go up the dim stairs with missing light bulbs to the ninth floor.

As he took the key out of his bag and looked towards the door.

But I saw a small figure squatting at the door.

The temperature was a bit low at night. The girl curled up into a ball, hugged her knees with her hands, and kept breathing out white air from her mouth.

"Wen Xin, why are you squatting here?"

I heard Fang Cheng asking questions.

The girl's eyes immediately sparkled, and she raised her head and shouted happily:
"Brother Fang Cheng!"

She was still wearing the woolen dress she wore on her birthday, and it looked a little dirty.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but frown:

"Where's your mother? Is she out and ignoring you again?"

Wen Xin shook her head, then picked up a small paper box that had been placed on the ground and handed it to him with both hands.

"what is this?"

Fang Cheng looked surprised.

"Guess it."

Wen Xin pursed her lips, seemingly trying hard to hold back her smile.

Fang Cheng sniffed and clearly smelled the scent of butter and essence.

I immediately understood what it was, but pretended not to know and asked her curiously:
“Is it an apple?”

"No."

“That’s an orange.”

"Not at all."

"I see, there's a little mouse hiding inside."

Fang Cheng finally pretended to have suddenly realized something and spoke in a very affirmative tone.

Wen Xin couldn't help laughing: "How could it be a little mouse?"

Then, she couldn't wait to announce the answer:
"This is the cake I learned to make from Sister Zhou. Today was the first time I succeeded in making it, so I wanted to give it to you."

Fang Cheng didn't answer it for the time being, and opened the door first:

"It's cold outside, let's go inside."

The lights came on, illuminating the living room's smooth floor and neatly arranged furniture.

"Brother Fang Cheng, your house is so clean."

Wen Xin looked over curiously.

Seeing that she was embarrassed to step in, Fang Cheng smiled and handed her a pair of women's slippers.

Wen Xin walked into the room and placed the paper box in her hand on the table.

Then he carefully opened the lid of the box to reveal a mini cream cake inside.

The cake was done in a fancy way with some crumb coats and frosting on the top.

Seeing Wen Xin looking at him expectantly, Fang Cheng took it and took a bite.

After tasting it carefully, he praised:
“It’s delicious, almost the same as those sold in cake shops.”

When Wen Xin heard this, her eyes suddenly became like crescent moons.

She held her face in her hands and stared at Fang Cheng intently, as if she felt happier than eating the cake herself.

Fang Cheng also smiled back, enjoying the girl's small thought calmly.

When I saw Wen Xin's fingers were as smooth as new, I couldn't help but think of the frostbite cream I bought before.

As I have been busy these days, I forgot about it.

So he asked, "Wen Xin, did the frostbite on your hands heal so quickly?"

"I am not sure as well."

Wen Xin blinked and looked at her hands:

"I just hoped that the frostbite would heal quickly so that I could work more, and then it really went away."

Listening to the innocent words of the child, Fang Cheng couldn't help but laugh:

"So amazing? It seems you have special abilities."

"Yes."

Wen Xin nodded seriously: "Sister Zhou also praised me for my cleverness and for learning to make things quickly. She also said that she would invite me to help her when she opens a shop in the future!"

The two sat at the table and chatted for a while.

Wen Xin suddenly remembered something, and immediately stood up and said goodbye, running to the door to change her shoes. "My mother is about to get off work, I have to turn on the lights at home and wait for her to come back."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng was worried that the stairs were too dark and difficult to walk on, so he personally took her to the basement.

Then he went back upstairs, opened the door, and returned home.

Looking at the half cake left on the table, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Then he turned on the TV and continued to eat the cake slowly, bite by bite, while watching the eight o'clock soap opera.

The joys and sorrows, and the mundane life depicted in TV dramas always seemed distant and unreal.

Now I feel that those characters are clear and familiar, just like the people around me, or even myself.

Even if there is mud under your feet, you can still sow a seed called hope in the mud.

Looking forward to the day when it will bloom with abundant flowers.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng raised his eyes and looked at the dark and cold city night view outside the window.

Killing may be a very terrifying thing for ordinary people.

Slit a living person's throat with a knife.

The skin and flesh were rolled up and the bones were exposed.

The bright red blood spurted out like a fountain with a hissing sound.

When Fang Cheng held the hilt of the knife in his hand, there was no wavering in his heart.

There is even a vague sense of excitement and pleasure when piercing the target's body.

Looking back on it afterwards, it always feels a little weird.

It seemed that he was becoming more and more cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, obsessed with the pleasure of taking other people's lives, and gradually degenerating into the abyss of becoming a murderer.

but--

Now this strange feeling is suddenly completely released.

"If we tell Wen Huiyi and her daughter that Sang Biao is dead, they will probably be very happy, right?"

Fang Cheng whispered to himself, his cold eyes showing a hint of warmth.

....................................

late at night.

The streets were empty, with only the occasional car passing by.

Under the dim street lights, an ordinary-looking gray car was parked on the side of the road.

"H-ah, it looks like all my efforts tonight were in vain."

"Why not pack up early and go back to sleep."

Two plainclothes detectives were sitting in the car, yawning constantly.

They were the police officers under Zhou Yongnian, A Bang and Da Tou Cong.

Abang said with disappointment:
"Ah, I originally wanted to keep working hard, perform well, and arrest a group of tainted gang witnesses. I hope to get a promotion and a raise."

Da Tou Cong muttered quietly:
"Could it be that the informant is deceiving us? We have been guarding Wu Shihao's company for a whole night, not to mention that there is no movement, not even a ghost can be seen."

After complaining for a few words, he couldn't help but doubt:

"Do you think the team leader is standing up for his future son-in-law, so he asked us to focus on the Three Wolf Gang and the Red Tiger Gang these days?"

"Hush, don't say that, or the boss will hear it..."

Abang scolded him and then explained:
"This operation was signed by the Director himself. It's not just our team's case."

"The Red Tiger Gang has expanded too quickly and acted too arrogantly. The bosses above are obviously very dissatisfied, so we must work hard and seize this opportunity to make merit and be promoted."

"Besides, the Red Tiger Gang has long wanted to get involved in the Old City, and the Three Wolf Gang has always been at odds with them. The two sides are incompatible to begin with, and now there is a fuse. Even if they don't fight tonight or tomorrow night, they will have to fight sooner or later."

"Then do we have to keep watch all night?"

The two of them whispered to each other, and suddenly looked toward the car window.

The lights in the chairman's office of Wu Trading Company, which was originally dark, suddenly came on.

I saw a figure in a black coat walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, seeming to be looking at the night view outside.

Then he raised his right hand and slowly made a throat-cutting gesture.

Apparently, the police's whereabouts had been discovered.

"Fuck, this guy is too arrogant!"

Da Tou Cong was immediately furious.

Abang was relatively calm and immediately thought of the problem:

"It looks like something is wrong. Contact others immediately."

Just then, the intercom suddenly made a buzzing sound.

Then, a panicked and hurried call was heard:

"Hello, is anyone there? This is Night Owl, requesting emergency support!"

Night Owl? It was the code name for the members of the Three Wolf Gang.

Abang quickly picked up the intercom and replied:

"This is Mole, I got it. Where are you exactly now? Over."

"Coordinates: Villa area on the west side of the middle section of Feihong Road."

"How many people are fighting?"

"Only one, but he..."

The sound from the other side seemed to be disturbed and suddenly stopped.

Upon hearing this, Abang and Datoucong looked at each other in surprise.

There was no surprise that the gangsters were making plans for a fight, or they were fighting over territory or destroying the place.

We just sent a killer over there, no wonder there was no movement from Wu Shihao's side.

At this time, the intercom began to make a buzzing sound, and intermittent gunshots and human voices were heard.

It seems that there is already an exchange of fire over there, and the firepower is very fierce.

"Hey, what are you talking about...zizizizi...I can't hear you clearly..."

Abang held the walkie-talkie and continued to shout.

After a while, a voice suddenly rose in pitch, and the voice came through with some difficulty:
"Wow, how can it get bigger..."

“What the hell is this thing… It can’t even be killed by bullets… It’s a monster… Run away… Zizizizi…”

The voice on the intercom gradually became panicked.

Then there was a dull thud and his walkie-talkie seemed to fall to the ground.

There was only the sound of an electric current that no one answered.

Oh my god, is Night Owl dead?
The two men secretly thought that something was wrong and drove over immediately without caring about their surveillance mission.

During the drive, the calm voice of Zhou Yongnian, the head of the serious crime team, came from the intercom:

"All teams listen up, the situation has changed!"

"I have already requested assistance from the special search team. Others should stay outside. Do not intervene rashly. Be sure to pay attention to safety..."

(End of this chapter)