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Chapter 107 Breaking in
Swah——

The rolling door was closed again, hiding the bloody scene in the warehouse in darkness.

"I know everything about Kuang Renhui, please don't kill me..."

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll do whatever you want me to do. I'm very honest..."

"Well, can you please call an ambulance for me? I'm willing to be a tainted witness for the police..."

The fat man's face was covered in cold sweat and he kept muttering nonsense that he didn't even understand the meaning of.

His right hand was wrapped in gauze and had been stained red with blood, and in the other hand he was holding his severed index finger.

"From now on, I ask you a question and you answer it. If you say anything more, I'll cut off your tongue."

Fang Cheng's calm but murderous voice came from behind him.

The fat man shuddered all over and immediately closed his mouth tightly.

After the word "murderer" popped up in my heart, it occupied my entire mind uncontrollably.

Just now, this seemingly gentle guy went in and killed all fourteen people in less than half a minute.

You have to know that those fourteen people are not fourteen chickens and ducks!
Besides, those people are the action team under Kuang Renhui, specializing in cleaning up the dirty work.

Not to mention fighting, even killing is not ambiguous.

As a customer service manager, Fatty would occasionally collude with them to cheat some of the fat sheep who came to buy organs and line his own pockets.

Those fat sheep dared not to seek justice even when they were cheated, which made him become bolder and bolder.

I thought I could sleep soundly all the time, but I didn't expect to get into trouble today.

"You lead the way."

Fang Cheng simply ordered: "If any danger arises, you will be the first one I deal with."

The fat man didn't dare to think too much and hurriedly walked forward.

There are bars and nightclubs on both sides of the streets.

The ubiquitous neon lights make the night extremely blurry.

A few minutes later, the two walked into a nightclub that looked quite popular.

The colorful spotlights and passionate DJ dance music are filled with many young men and women seeking excitement.

The restless and exciting air was filled with the smell of hormones and stimulating alcohol.

"is it here?"

Fang Cheng glanced at the somewhat chaotic environment inside.

"Yep."

The fat man nodded repeatedly, but because he said "yes" too much, he quickly covered his mouth.

"Take me up."

The two then walked through the crowd that was waving their arms and twisting their waists and came to the elevator.

Seeing the fat man unlock the door with his work card and then press the number key for the top floor, the 5th floor, Fang Cheng reminded him again:
"Do you remember what to do next?"

"remember."

This time the fat man's answer was very straightforward.

Just as the elevator door was about to close, another man came in.

"Hey, Fatty, why did you get beaten? Your hand is broken?"

"Did you do something wrong and Brother Hui found out and gave you a lesson?"

The man saw that the fat man had a wound on his hand, so he started to make fun of him and seemed to be gloating.

The fat man lowered his head and ignored him.

The man seemed a little bored, and turned his head to look at Fang Cheng, who was standing nearby and looked unfamiliar.

"This is the guest you brought. Why is he wearing a mask? Can't he see the light?"

As he said this, he walked forward, as if he wanted to untie his mask and take a closer look.

The fat man's face turned pale, and cold sweat ran down his face. He suddenly raised his head and cursed:
"Can you please shut your fucking mouth?!"

The man looked at him in astonishment, seeming very surprised.

At this time, the elevator reached the 5th floor. He cursed a few words and walked out first.

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing Fang Cheng staring at him, he quickly explained:
"That guy is also the account manager here, and he works for Kuang Renhui."

Fang Cheng's face remained calm and he did not reply.

Of course he wouldn't choose to take action here.

Because there are surveillance cameras installed in the elevator.

Not only that.

The place where such illegal transactions take place must be heavily guarded and have many emergency measures against the police.

Therefore, Fang Cheng needs the fat man as an insider to lead the way.

Otherwise, if he broke in directly, once Kuang Renhui found that the situation was not good, he would definitely choose to run away.

This "black market" hidden on the top floor of a nightclub is decorated like a regular medical institution.

From time to time, you can see salesmen chatting with customers and discussing the details of the operation.

It was not until I turned through two corridors and walked into a seemingly ordinary changing room that I noticed something unusual.

I saw the fat man open the wardrobe and then fumble around for a while.

Soon a disguised secret door was opened.

Fang Cheng followed him inside and found that the space was not very large and he could see the end at a glance.

At the entrance, there were four tough-looking guards with guns in their hands.

They saw the fat man bringing Fang Cheng in, asked a few questions vigilantly, and then let them in.

There are several rooms on both sides of the corridor, equipped with iron doors and windows like a prison.

Through the iron window, you can see some young children locked up inside, both boys and girls, their eyes looking numb and frightened.

"The main source of supply is children, because children are healthy, more obedient and easier to manage."

"As long as the match is suitable, you can take it for surgery."

The fat man whispered about the situation inside.

"If the person you are looking for is sent here, he will definitely be detained here."

Fang Cheng's eyes kept scanning the scenes in the doors and windows, but he did not see Wen Xin.

While thinking, I saw a room with a green light and a glass door in front of me, so I asked:
"What is that place?"

"It's the operating room. The doctor should be preparing to perform a transplant on the guest."

Fang Cheng walked to the glass door and took a deep look at the scene inside.

The doctor was not there at the moment. A strange little girl was lying on the operating table. She seemed to have just been anesthetized and was very quiet.

Then he turned to look at the fat man and ordered him: "Go and confirm the location of Kuang Renhui first."

The fat man immediately took the order and walked towards an office at the end of the corridor.

There were two burly men who looked like bodyguards standing in front of the iron gate, staring at the two people approaching with a fierce look.

"Is Brother Hui here?"

The fat man forced a smile and stepped forward to explain: "I want to introduce him to a big client from Southeast Asia."

The two bodyguards refused with cold faces:
"Brother Hui is in a meeting. Let's talk later if you have anything to say."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng walked forward and spoke a few words in Nanyang dialect to them.

The two bodyguards were stunned when they heard this.

Although I didn't understand what he said, I felt it was very impressive, as if he was a big customer who came from far away.

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Inside the office.

Kuang Ren Hui was discussing the takeover of the territory with a few of his trusted associates.

Sang Biao died and he succeeded in taking over, which was a double blessing for him.

He had long been fed up with Sang Biao's petty-mindedness.

At this moment, he enthusiastically tells his subordinates about his business philosophy:
"Build a few more entertainment venues. Although Jiangbei's economy is underdeveloped, its nightlife is very rich, so it's suitable for these industries."

"As for the manpower issue, first catch all the girls who escaped. These women are addicted to powder, and bringing them back will also be good for them..."

As he was speaking, the bodyguard guarding the door pushed it open and came in to report what had happened.

When he heard that there were guests coming from Nanyang, Kuang Renhui's eyes suddenly lit up.

The human organ trading business in the Nanyang region is much more rampant than here.

He had originally planned to get in touch with the underworld organization there and establish a stable supply channel.

Since a guest came to him on his own initiative, he immediately became interested in meeting him.

Two people then walked in.

fat man.

Kuang Renhui knew him as one of his account managers.

As for the young man wearing a mask.

He entered the room, locked the door with a click, and then casually secured it.

His behavior and movements were very cautious, as if he was worried that the topic would be leaked and heard by others.

"If this guest has any business to discuss, please feel free to tell me. This office of mine is specially designed and has excellent sound insulation."

Kuang Renhui sat in the boss chair with a swagger and greeted everyone.

At the same time, he signaled a subordinate who knew Nanyang language to translate it for the other party.

The young man did not wait for translation.

Instead, she took off her mask and stared at him:
"Crazy Hui, do you recognize me?"

Kuang Renhui shook his head doubtfully:
"Have we ever had business dealings before?"

"I'm here to find someone."

After seeing the real owner, Fang Cheng no longer concealed his true feelings and said directly:
"Where is Wen Xin? Tell me now and I'll consider sparing your life."

When Kuang Ren Hui heard this, he burst out laughing.

The other men also laughed wildly, and stood up tacitly at the same time to surround this bold guy.

The fat man hid at the back, his legs trembling with fear and beads of sweat falling from his face like soybeans.

Kuang Renhui laughed for a while, then asked his men:
"Who is Wen Xin? Does anyone know?"

The subordinates all shook their heads and said they didn't know.

Fang Cheng replied calmly:
"Wen Huiyi's daughter."

"Wen Huiyi?"

Kuang Renhui was slightly startled when he heard this, as if he remembered something.

"Boss..."

Then, a trusted subordinate standing behind him leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

Kuang Renhui's pupils suddenly shrank and he stared at Fang Cheng.

The smile on his face seemed a little stiff, and his right hand slowly dropped down.

He wanted to open the drawer and get a pistol hidden inside.

The others also felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere and their expressions became tense.

Fang Cheng glanced at the six gang leaders who gathered around him.

As the pupils turned, the body suddenly moved.

A fierce high whip kick, like a black lightning, quickly hit the temple of a short and strong man on the right.

Then, with the help of the "Lightning Dance" effect, the knife in his hand spun and his body movement accelerated further.

He already held the butterfly knife and moved back and forth in this small office, stabbing left and right.

A new round of more fierce close combat begins.

But in the eyes of those gang members, Fang Cheng seemed to have completely disappeared.

Afterimages flashed by accompanied by cold light, and screams rang out continuously.

At such a close distance, if you are hit by a dagger or similar weapon, your failure to react quickly could mean a fatal blow.

Kuang Renhui had already taken the gun out of the drawer.

He just held the gun handle tightly with both hands, but his eyes could not aim at the target.

After just two seconds of hesitation, four of his men were stabbed and fell to the ground.

He became ruthless and simply opened fire based on his feeling.

Bang, bang, bang, several shots were fired, but all missed.

No.

Another bullet hit his trusted henchman in the thigh.

Looking at the one-sided massacre before his eyes, his brothers were killed one by one and fell in a pool of blood.

Kuang Renhui's face turned pale, his hands were shaking, and he even lost the strength to pull the trigger.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed and pounced on him who was sitting on the chair.

Duh!
A butterfly knife was thrown at him and nailed his palm to the table.

The gray-black blade penetrated several centimeters and continued to make a buzzing sound.

(End of this chapter)