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Chapter 106 Beautiful and Deadly Sword Light (Climax is coming, please subscribe)

Inside the room, the lights went out and it was pitch black.

The red light from the neon lights in the distance shone through the window, illuminating Fang Cheng's face in varying degrees of brightness.

He picked up a black pistol, pulled the bolt with two clicks, and loaded the bullet.

Then he put it down and hid it, along with the other three magazines, into the inner layer of the shoulder bag.

Then he picked up the butterfly knife, sheathed it, and put it on his belt.

Finally, put on a very ordinary black mask to cover half of your face.

After making all the preparations, I glanced at the street scene downstairs.

At this moment, I saw several passers-by passing by one after another, and a van was driving away from the front of the tube building.

Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

He immediately shook his head, calmed himself down, and became calm again.

The most important thing now is to get rid of the culprit Wu Shihao, and other troubles will naturally be solved.

Then he checked his equipment, picked up his bag, went out, locked his bag, and walked downstairs.

Da da da.

Light footsteps were heard on the stairwell.

As Fang Cheng was walking, he suddenly heard a crying sound coming from downstairs.

His ears twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace down the stairs.

When I reached the first floor, I saw Wen Huiyi kneeling on the ground, limp.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was in tears, and her hands were trembling as she held a crushed cake box.

Fang Cheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately asked:
"Sister Wen, what happened?"

Wen Huiyi raised her red and swollen eyes and stared blankly at Fang Cheng who was asking the question, her eyes full of helplessness and despair:
"Wen Xin...Wen Xin...was captured by Sang Biao's men. What should I do?"

Sad Biao?

Hearing the name of this long-dead person, Fang Cheng suddenly remembered the inexplicable throbbing he had felt before.

The van that drove away from the tube-shaped building flashed past my eyes quickly.

He instantly realized the problem, and realized that Wu Shihao's main target was not himself, the "hidden master of the Three Wolf Gang", but the seemingly insignificant Wen Huiyi and her daughter.

His heart suddenly shook.

Then, it was as if a tightly closed gate in the depths of his mind opened, and a murderous intent like a raging wave surged out.

In the darkness, it seemed as if there were flames burning in his eyes, burning brighter and brighter, extremely creepy.

Looking down at Wen Huiyi who was crying, Fang Cheng took a deep breath.

Then he said in an extremely resolute tone, word by word:

"Sister Wen, I promise you that Wen Xin will come back safely."

After saying this, regardless of Wen Huiyi's astonished look, he quickly took a step forward and ran towards the street like a gust of wind.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something.

Since those stalkers are in the same group, they must not have all evacuated yet.

As long as we catch one of them, we will know the whereabouts of the people who took Wen Xin away.

Fang Cheng's eyes were as fast as lightning. He quickly scanned the dimly lit street and soon found one of the targets.

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pat.

A series of footsteps were heard at the corner of the dark alley.

A middle-aged man in a leather jacket strolled in
He looked around, then unzipped his pants and urinated towards the corner.

“Shhhhhh—”

He pursed his lips, whistled softly, and looked quite relaxed.

The most boring surveillance work is over, and I can't help but start thinking about which girl I should find to relax in the evening.

He shook his hips and then zipped up his pants.

However, at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness and covered his mouth tightly.

He whimpered and tried to turn around and resist.

It felt like something hard was pressing against my waist, and I felt a sharp pain immediately.

So he gave up struggling instantly and let the other party drag him into deeper darkness.

Ten minutes later, in a dark and damp alley.

Disgusting yellow and black oil stains condensed at the elbow of the fume vent.

Kitchen waste kept overflowing from the trash can under the eaves, flowing along the bumpy stone road and into the dark red dirty puddles.

A fat, gray rat jumped out, squeaking, and bursts of dog barking were heard in the distance.

The man in the leather jacket collapsed on the dirty ground, looking at a tall and thin figure like a devil standing in front of him with fear in his eyes.

"Brother, I have said everything I should say, please forgive me..."

"Don't worry, I promise that I won't tell anyone after I leave..."

"Really, I'm telling the truth. I've never lied to anyone..."

He kept begging like a pitiful stray dog.

His right palm was covered in blood, and three fingers were cut in half.

Even though he tried to cover his mouth tightly, he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out.

Obviously, he had been subjected to inhuman torture before.

Despite this, the figure remained indifferent, as if he had no mercy at all.

I saw a cold flash of a knife in the darkness.

It was reflected in the leather jacket man's pupils, which were filled with horror.

Then a burst of blood splattered onto the wall, and the man was completely silent.

"You shouldn't have messed with me."

Fang Cheng looked at the "victim" calmly and whispered to himself: "If there is another life, I hope you will not step into the underworld again..."

After saying that, he threw the stalker's body into the trash can and closed the lid.

Then he used the "Eye of the Scavenger" to quickly scan the scene, trying his best to cover the blood on the ground with garbage and debris.

Finally, no traces of any note were found.

He carried his bag and walked towards the alley ahead where there was light.

I returned to the busy street and looked at the scattered lights of the surrounding residential buildings.

Fang Cheng's eyes sparkled like stars in a cold night.

Then he took out his cell phone from his bag and dialed a series of numbers one by one.

This is the contact number that the stalker just gave me.

It is said that the lair of Kuang Ren Hui can be found from here.

As for Kuang Ren Hui, he was the mastermind behind those stalkers.

After Sang Biao's death, he was valued by Wu Shihao and successfully took over the original team, preparing to make a big move in Jiangbei.

It was this person who ordered the discovery of the whereabouts of Fang Cheng, the "hidden killer", and the arrest of Wen Xin and her daughter.

but.

As some businesses have not yet been handed over, he is still guarding the territory in Lingang District and cannot get away for the time being.

The most important and most important business for him is the "black market for human organ trading."

In other words, as long as we find that place, there is a high probability that we can find Kuang Ren Hui and the abducted Wen Xin.

Fang Cheng originally wanted to go out this time to secretly bypass the spies and see if he could find an opportunity to get rid of Wu Shihao, who threatened his own safety.

Now that something like this has happened, we have no choice but to change our plan and rescue Wen Xin as soon as possible.

As for calling the police?

This is just the last resort for ordinary people.

Because no one can predict whether those vicious guys will become desperate and choose to kill people.

But Fang Cheng himself is definitely not an ordinary person!

He quickly went over the plan in his mind.

After a few beeps, the phone was quickly connected.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Then he followed the middle-aged man's method and started talking:
"Hello, hello."

"Yes, I want a kidney..."

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Lingang District.

Bar street near the second-hand market.

There are bright lights and flashing neon lights here.

Along the long street, you can see beautiful signboards of nightclubs, saunas, bars, karaoke halls, etc. everywhere.

From time to time, you can see some hot girls who are active at night and dressed sexy, carrying fake brand-name bags, wandering around the streets.

A little after nine o'clock in the evening is the most lively golden time.

The darkness also makes this place look extremely bizarre.

Fang Cheng stood in front of a bar, leaning against a street light.

This is the meeting place agreed with the person I just talked to.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ma? Hello."

A middle-aged fat man with a briefcase tucked under his arm waved to Fang Cheng who was waiting with a smile on his face.

He had a pleasant appearance, kind features, and looked like a manager of a regular company.

The two exchanged greetings and confirmed that each other was the target person they were looking for.

Then they walked towards a certain direction on the street, talking as they went.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ma, what kind of business are you in? What's your family background?"

As usual, the fat man asked about the customer's situation.

Fang Cheng did not take off his mask, but replied in a muffled voice:
"My family runs a slaughterhouse, so I can't tell you the details."

The fat man said "Oh" and nodded.

As for Fang Cheng wearing a mask and not showing up, he also expressed understanding and consideration.

After all, this is not something that can be made public.

He then explained:

"If you want to have an organ transplant here, the cost may be very high, so you must 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 mutter:

"The police are cracking down hard now. The supply is very tight. Many buyers are queuing up. Everyone is waiting for the operation. If you want it, make a decision as soon as possible..."

Fang Cheng listened silently, then suddenly interrupted him and asked:

"Can I go and see the source of the supply first? And choose the transplant recipient myself?"

The fat man was stunned when he heard this, and explained with some embarrassment:

"According to the rules, it's not allowed, but if you pay the deposit first, we can make some concessions."

Fang Cheng agreed without hesitation.

The fat man immediately smiled:
"Mr. Ma, don't worry. We have the best trading market in Dongdu. It's hard to find a suitable one in other places..."

As they were talking, the two walked to the door of a relatively hidden warehouse on the street.

The fat man raised his hand and patted the closed rolling door.

"It's right inside."

As he spoke, the rolling door slowly rose up, revealing a relatively open area.

Fang Cheng glanced inside and walked in.

Then, the rolling door quickly fell down again.

The fat man did not follow in.

There were about a dozen people inside, some sitting and some standing, playing cards and eating. When they saw Fang Cheng, they all smiled meaningfully.

"This time there's a tender-skinned boy."

"I wonder how much money you brought?"

There was ferocity in these people's eyes, like a group of wolves watching a lamb.

"The goods are not here?"

Fang Cheng glanced at the surrounding scene.

Apart from some stacked packing boxes and a few beds, there was no sign that the trafficked people were being held here.

A dark and strong man walked forward with a grim smile:

"Then it depends on how much money you bring?"

Next to him stood a thin man holding a machete, also with a fierce look in his eyes, staring at the bag on Fang Cheng's shoulder.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, his face calm.

He had long anticipated the bottom line of these criminals who were doing the bloodiest and dirtiest things.

At this moment, everyone's height, appearance, standing position, and whether they were holding weapons were all clearly memorized in his mind.

Then he flicked his fingers and the butterfly knife fell into his hand.

With a "swish", it instantly spread out like wings.

Almost at the same time, he exerted force with the soles of his feet, and his body flashed suddenly, rushing in front of the nearest black and strong man.

The sturdy man had no time to react before the knife pierced his chest.

When the blade was pulled out again, a drop of blood was thrown out.

Then, the pounding heart suddenly broke open, gushing out large streams of blood.

Before the blood could splash on him, Fang Cheng dodged again and moved to the side.

The blade slashed horizontally across the neck of the thin man holding the machete.

Under the light, another bright red drop of blood spurted out.

In a flash, he stepped forward and stabbed, cutting the throat horizontally.

Two living people became two corpses.

At this time, the man who reacted the fastest finally shouted:
"Be careful, this guy sneaked in here on purpose to cause trouble!"

He then pulled out a pistol and tried to shoot the man.

However, before he could pull the trigger, his entire wrist was severed.

He wanted to open his mouth and scream in pain, but the blade flashed and pierced his throat directly, drowning out all the sounds in the gurgling blood bubbles.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the others also picked up various sticks, knives, and guns, trying to surround and kill this extremely dangerous intruder.

But I was horrified to find that it was completely in vain.

When the enemy in front of you attacks, the whole person seems to disappear on the spot.

When he reappeared, the knife in his hand had already stabbed into their chests and cut their throats.

that's it--

Disappear, appear, cut throat.

Disappear, appear, pierce the heart.

Disappear, appear, and be disemboweled.

………………

They couldn't see the enemy's figure at all, and could only vaguely see the sword light that looked like butterfly wings.

And this beautiful and hallucinogenic sword light is precisely the death warrant that makes them despair.

Twenty seconds later, the ground turned into a pool of bright red blood.
The entire warehouse had turned into the most terrifying Shura field.

[You achieved the first time using sword skills to kill multiple enemies at once in actual combat, skill experience +90]

A piece of information appeared before my eyes.

There were a few drops of blood on Fang Cheng's face, and he raised his hand to wipe them off.

Then, raise the shutter again.

Look at the fat man who is squatting outside with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Can we talk now?"

　Sorry, in order not to interrupt the plot and make it more comfortable for everyone to read, I specially wrote nearly 4000 words in this chapter, so the update is a bit late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)