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Hey, hey, hey.

A series of dull thuds rang out, and several figures collapsed limply to the ground.

Fang Cheng didn't stop walking, leading Wang Li straight ahead.

The people who rushed over didn't even get a touch on the hem of his clothes before they were all swiftly and decisively blasted away.

Along the way, the floor of the corridor was already covered with fallen bodies.

After walking through the dimly lit corridor, the thug who had led the way stopped in front of a heavy solid wood door, his finger trembling as he extended it:

"This...this is Boss Wei's lounge. He should be inside discussing business with a distinguished guest right now."

Fang Cheng raised his head and scanned the ceiling and corners of the corridor.

After confirming that no cameras were installed, he nodded slightly.
Thanks.

The thug paused for a moment, then tried to force a fawning smile.

Fang Cheng had already pressed down on the back of his head with his large hand, and slammed his face against the hard wall.

"boom!"

The thug's vision went black, and before he could even scream, he slid down the wall and passed out completely.

Wang Li stayed by Fang Cheng's side the whole time, witnessing the whole process with his own eyes, his eyes filled with awe and horror.

Who would have thought that this seemingly refined and reserved young man would be so ruthless and decisive when he took action?

The stark contrast between his earlier and later personas made it almost impossible for him to reconcile the two images.

Although he was now full of confidence in Fang Cheng, he couldn't help but quickly step forward and whisper a reminder just before pushing open the door:
"Boss, please be careful. When I came to investigate yesterday, I saw that the bodyguard next to Boss Wei had his clothes bulging. He must be hiding a gun."

"Are you staying outside, or coming inside with me?"

Fang Cheng did not respond to his reminder, but simply left with a casual remark.

Wang Li stood there, stunned.

He glanced at the gangsters groaning on the ground, then looked at the closed door, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

Although his legs were still trembling uncontrollably, the thought of his daughter being in the hands of these scumbags made him grit his teeth, and a fatherly resolve flashed in his eyes:

"Boss, I'll go in with you!"

Fang Cheng glanced at him with some surprise, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.

Then he raised his right leg, pointing his toes toward the center of the door panel.

A clean and powerful front kick slammed heavily against the door.

"boom--"

The heavy solid wood door shattered into pieces as easily as a fragile foam board.

Splinters mixed with broken metal hinges slammed into the room.

The spacious lounge was filled with the rich aroma of high-end cigars.

Two middle-aged men sat facing each other across a large mahogany boss's table, chatting and laughing.

Beside them stood several muscular men wearing tight-fitting elastic shirts.

The moment the door was violently smashed open, the deafening roar instantly drowned out any conversation.

Everyone in the room froze, staring at the doorway with shock and disbelief.

Fang Cheng walked steadily into the room, stepping on the wood chips scattered on the ground.

He ignored the bodyguards' sudden movement to their lower backs and fixed his gaze on the man sitting behind the boss's desk with a conspicuous scar on his face.

Based on Wang Li's previous description, this person should be the real deal.

"You're Wei Qiang, the leader of the Viper Gang?"

Fang Cheng asked.

After the initial shock, Wei Qiang quickly regained the composure befitting a gang leader.

He stubbed out his cigar in the crystal ashtray and gave a cold laugh:
"No wonder it was so noisy outside just now, turns out some expert came to sabotage my place. Judging from your leisurely stroll, you must have taken care of all my incompetent henchmen outside, right?"

The guest sitting opposite him looked on with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He straightened his suit jacket, stood up, and bowed slightly to Wei Qiang.

"Boss Wei, since you have guests visiting, I'll take my leave for now. As for that business deal, we can discuss it in detail next time."

Wei Qiang stood up and politely raised his hand:
"I apologize for the poor hospitality, Mr. Chen, please take care."

Mr. Chen nodded, and with his two bodyguards, walked around the scattered wood chips and headed straight for the open door.

However, just as he was about to step out of the room...

Fang Cheng stretched out his arm, his tall figure like an insurmountable city wall, blocking Boss Chen's way.

Mr. Chen stopped abruptly, looked up in surprise, and met Fang Cheng's unwavering eyes.

Upon seeing this, the two bodyguards standing behind him immediately frowned and reached out to shove him.

Mr. Chen reacted quickly and immediately raised his hand to stop his men.

He sized up the young man who had kicked down the door, managing to force a smile of friendliness:
"Sir, I am just a legitimate businessman. We should have no connection whatsoever. Could you please do me a favor and let me pass?"

Sitting behind the mahogany table, Wei Qiang frowned, tapped the table with his finger holding a cigar, and spoke in an unfriendly tone:
"Friend, what side do you belong to? I, Wei, have never offended you. We have no past grudges or recent conflicts, have we?"

Fang Cheng, with one hand in his pocket, didn't even look at him directly, and simply uttered a sentence:

"You touched my people."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qiang paused in his actions:
"Who harmed you?"

Wang Li, who had been huddled at the doorway, finally mustered up his courage and took half a step out from behind Fang Cheng.

His eyes were red, and he struggled to suppress his anger, shouting loudly:
"Where is Wang Yaoguan? Hand over my daughter at once!"

Wei Qiang's gaze swept over Wang Li's face, and he suddenly realized.

He chuckled, sat back down in the large leather executive chair, and crossed his legs, resting them on the mahogany table.

"Oh, so it turns out it's that female student's good-for-nothing father."

He flicked the ash from his cigar, slightly raised his chin, and looked arrogant.

Did you bring the money?

Wang Li's momentum immediately weakened after being swept by his sinister gaze, and his lips trembled:

"The money... I've brought the money, but I need to see the person first..."

"Old man, have you lost your mind?"

Wei Qiang's face turned cold. He forcefully stubbed out the half-smoked cigar in the crystal ashtray, stood up, and began to curse:

"I have a great reputation in the martial arts world. I always follow the rules and never make demands."

"You think you can threaten me by bringing along a pretty boy who knows kung fu?"

After arrogantly finishing his rant, he stared at Fang Cheng with a mocking expression and pointed a finger in the air.

"What era are we living in? Thinking you can run rampant just because you have some martial arts skills is just wishful thinking!"

The moment he finished speaking, Wei Qiang abruptly pulled open the drawer of his desk, pulled out a black pistol, and aimed the dark muzzle directly at Fang Cheng.

At the same time, two trusted subordinates standing by the table swiftly lifted their shirts, each drawing a gun, and pointed them at Fang Cheng.

The other two burly men, dressed in tight-fitting elastic shirts and with bulging muscles, clenched their fists, their knuckles making a cracking sound.

The two men grinned maliciously and moved in tacit agreement from the left and right, cutting off Fang Cheng's retreat.

Wei Qiang gripped the gun, regaining his composure and control over the situation.

He laughed smugly, his gaze brazenly sweeping over Fang Cheng:

"You think you're so great at fighting? What good is fighting if you can't fight? In this world, it's all about power and influence!"

"Do you see the situation clearly? I have plenty of men, horses, guns, and money. What can you, one person, do to fight me?"

He slammed the gun barrel against the table, making a crisp clanging sound.

"Now, kneel down right now, kowtow three times, and leave the money in your bag as repair costs for the damage you caused to my place."

"Otherwise, not only will that little bitch give me a blowjob today, but you'll also have to stay here."

As he spoke, Wei Qiang's gaze swept over Fang Cheng's face, his smile growing increasingly arrogant:

"Judging from your delicate and fair skin, perhaps a boss with a special fetish would be willing to pay a good price for your clock."

"Hahaha--"

His four henchmen then burst into ear-piercing laughter.

Fang Cheng stood rooted to the spot, not even lifting an eyelid. After quietly listening to Wei Qiang's taunts, he slightly tilted his head and asked:
"Are you finished?"

Wei Qiang's smile froze.

"Now that I've said that, you bunch of good-for-nothings can get on your way."

Fang Cheng strode forward, facing the muzzles of the three guns, and walked straight toward the desk.

Wei Qiang, holding his gun, shouted sternly:

"Stop! Take one more step and I'll shoot!"

Fang Cheng continued walking without pausing, seemingly ignoring his warning completely.

The shame and anger of being completely disregarded instantly ignited Wei Qiang's fury.

His eyes hardened, and he roared furiously, his face contorted with rage:

"You're asking for it! I'll send you to your next life first!"

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled the trigger with his index finger.

"boom!"

A deafening gunshot rang out in the closed lounge, the muzzle spitting out a ball of orange flame.

Fang Cheng did not make any dodging movements.

In his field of vision, the brass bullet leaving the barrel traced a slow path through the air, and even the ripples in the airflow caused by the bullet's friction with the air were clearly visible.

Snapped!
Seeing the bullet flying towards him, Fang Cheng suddenly made a move, his index and middle fingers pinching precisely in mid-air.

The scene seemed to freeze at that moment.

The echoes of gunshots still reverberated in the room, but the expected scene of blood splattering did not materialize.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at what they saw that sent chills down their spines.

That deadly bullet was actually caught firmly between Fang Cheng's two fingers!

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Wei Qiang maintained his gun-holding posture, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, his mouth slightly open in shock.

Mr. Chen, who was standing at the door, suddenly felt his legs go weak. If it weren't for the bodyguards behind him supporting him, he would have fallen to the ground.

Wang Li huddled in the corner, his mind blank.

The moment the gun went off, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to open his eyes to look at Fang Cheng.

Looking at that bullet held between fingers, I feel my worldview crumbling bit by bit.

He had initially thought Fang Cheng was merely a skilled fighter, but now he realized that the helper he had invited was not human at all, but a monster in human skin.

Fang Cheng remained calm and loosened his two fingers.

"Ding."

A warhead, completely deformed and crushed into a copper disc, fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

It's worth noting that Fang Cheng can now easily break the sound barrier while running.

To him, a mere bullet fired from a pistol was like a slow-motion video.

Moreover, he has extraordinary physical qualities and has been doing extreme push-ups and pull-ups for many years, so his hand bones and muscles are already as hard as steel.

With the added benefit of the "absolute control" special effect, his finger strength can be said to be the most abnormal part of his entire body.

Catching a bullet with bare hands is a miracle to most people.

For him, it was as easy as taking candy from a baby.

Fang Cheng gave the enemy no time to breathe.

The instant the bullet hit the ground, he vanished from the spot in a flash, as if teleported.

The muscular man on the left was still confused about what was happening.

Fang Cheng had already appeared in front of him, his right hand forming a claw, grabbing the other's face.

Immediately afterwards, his five fingers dug into the skull like steel nails, and with a burst of strength, he swung the burly man's more than 200-pound body up and slammed it hard into the ground.

"Oh!"

The marble floor tiles cracked instantly, and the strong man's spine broke into several pieces under the terrifying impact, killing him on the spot.

Upon seeing this, the burly man on the right roared and threw a heavy punch.

Without even looking, Fang Cheng raised his left hand and delivered a chop to the other man's throat.

"Pfft!"

With its terrifying power and speed, this palm strike was as sharp and incomparable as a real blade.

The burly man's roar abruptly stopped as a head detached from his shoulder, flew into the air, and tumbled to the ground.

The severed neck, devoid of its head, spewed out a column of blood more than two meters high, like a broken fire hydrant, staining the ceiling crimson.

The headless corpse swayed stiffly in place for a moment, then completely lost its balance and collapsed into a pool of blood.

The two armed henchmen finally awoke, frantically turning their guns around, intending to fire.

Fang Cheng flicked his toe, sending the broken half of the door panel on the ground flying into the air.

With a fierce spinning kick, the thick wooden plank shot out like a cannonball, slamming the trusted man on the left, plank and all, against the wall.

The sternum collapsed extensively, the internal organs ruptured instantly, and the person slid down the wall like a mural.

The last gunman was terrified. He kept pulling the trigger, but his fear caused him to jam.

Fang Cheng stepped forward, grabbed the gun barrel with his right hand, and pushed it backward forcefully.

The metal gun butt, along with the other person's fingers, smashed into the man's eye socket.

"puff!"

After a short scream, red and white liquid streamed down her face.

The body was flung away by the enormous force, crashing into vases and chairs behind it and splattering into a heap.

Less than five seconds.

This predictable massacre wiped out all four of the Viper Gang's top henchmen.

Wei Qiang finally realized what was happening, cursed the monster under his breath, threw away his pistol, and turned to run towards the hidden door of the lounge.

Fang Cheng took a step forward, reached out with his right hand, grabbed Wei Qiang by the back of his collar, and pulled him back like a chicken.

Then, with his left hand, he grabbed the wrist of the man's right arm that was holding the gun and twisted it sharply in the opposite direction.

"what--"

Wei Qiang let out a bloodcurdling scream, his entire right arm twisted grotesquely, the white bone fragments piercing through the fabric of his suit.

"Wait, I'm willing to release them! I can give you a lot of money!"

He struggled desperately, trying to beg for leniency.

Fang Cheng showed no mercy, grabbing Wei Qiang by the neck with one hand and lifting him into the air.

Then, as if he were swinging a sack, he slammed it down hard on the large mahogany boss's desk.

"boom!"

The sturdy mahogany table broke in the middle.

Wei Qiang's skull shattered instantly as the back of his head bore the full force of the impact.

Brain matter mixed with blood gushed out, splattering the scattered documents and expensive cigars on the table.

The high and mighty leader of the Viper Gang twitched twice and then fell completely still.

The killing is over.

The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood.

The few remaining people stared blankly at the scene, their stomachs churning.

Fang Cheng casually grabbed a few surviving tissues from the table and carefully wiped away the trace of blood on his knuckles.

Then, he turned his head and calmly looked at Boss Chen at the door.

"Pfft!"

Mr. Chen could no longer hold on and his knees slammed heavily onto the wood chips scattered on the ground.

The two bodyguards, who were usually as tough as ten men, were terrified and knelt down, not daring to lift their heads.

"Big...Big Brother! Ancestor! Spare me!" (End of Chapter)