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Mr. Chen was in tears, begging for mercy repeatedly.

His once meticulously combed slicked-back hair was now disheveled and plastered to his forehead, his forehead and temples covered in a dense layer of cold sweat.

There was no other way but to face this ruthless killer who treated human life like dirt.

If you don't quickly admit defeat, you'll end up like Wei Qiang, with your head smashed open and turned into a pile of mangled flesh.

Even though he had been in the underworld for many years, he had never seen such an inhuman and brutal scene. How could he not be terrified?

Fang Cheng walked over and looked down at him:
What is your relationship with Wei Qiang?

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Mr. Chen was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly, hurriedly trying to distance himself from the situation:

"I'm in the liquor business, and I have absolutely no connection with that bastard Wei Qiang!"

"I'm here today to collect a debt. That bastard owes me three million yuan for goods. If I had known he had offended you, I wouldn't have dared to come even if you gave me ten lives!"

Fang Cheng tossed the blood-stained tissue onto the corpse beside him and asked calmly:
"You're involved in organized crime too, aren't you?"

Sensing the undisguised murderous intent in his tone, Boss Chen shuddered and shook his head violently.
"No! I stopped hanging out with them a long time ago! I'm not one of them!"

He couldn't help but glance at Wei Qiang, whose head was smashed like a watermelon, and shuddered again, crying as he slapped himself.

"Brother, I was confused before and went astray, but I have truly turned over a new leaf now!"

"I swear, I will definitely become a vegetarian, chant Buddhist scriptures, repair bridges and roads, and be a law-abiding citizen from now on. Just ignore me!"

Fang Cheng remained noncommittal, speaking in a detached tone:
"Tell me your story clearly. If you dare to utter even a single lie, Wei Qiang will be your fate."

When Mr. Chen met those deep eyes, his psychological defenses completely crumbled, and he immediately spilled the beans:

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! My name is Chen Fuquan, I’m forty-nine years old, and I’m the head of the ‘Green Wolf Gang’ in the South District…”

The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly realized he had just said he wouldn't join any gangs. Startled, he slapped himself twice and quickly tried to salvage the situation:
"Brother, I'm not lying to you! I really do plan to retire from this life of crime, hand over my gang, and leave the underworld completely!"

In an effort to survive, he continued to desperately distance himself from the situation, cursing through gritted teeth:

"I have absolutely no connection whatsoever with the Viper Gang, only hatred!"

“Last month, that bastard Wei Qiang brought his men and smashed up my place, seizing two blocks of my territory. If I hadn’t heard that he recently found a tough guy to back him up, I, Chen Fuquan, would never have swallowed this insult. Why would I have the nerve to come to his territory today to discuss some bullshit business!”

"Really, you have to believe me. If I've ever told a lie, may I be struck by lightning!"

"Okay, I believe you."

Fang Cheng nodded, then said, "Now I'm giving you a task."

Mr. Chen was stunned for a moment, not even bothering to wipe the tears from his face, and stammered:

"A...mission?"

"What happened here today was all done by your gang, it has nothing to do with me."

Fang Cheng spoke calmly, as if stating a given fact.

After all, Mr. Chen had been in the business world for many years and his mind worked extremely fast.

He paused for half a second, then immediately understood Fang Cheng's meaning.

"You mean...we're going to take the blame?"

Looking at the blood-soaked scene on the ground, Boss Chen swallowed hard.

"Can it be done?"

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow and asked in a deep voice.

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

Mr. Chen, as if grasping at a lifeline, suddenly brightened up and patted his chest to assure everyone:

"Don't worry, brother! Our gang and the Viper Gang have a long-standing feud over territory."

"I'll call two truckloads of guys right away, bring machetes, and smash this place to pieces to make it look like a shootout. I'll also have all the CCTV footage destroyed!"

To demonstrate his value, he racked his brains to come up with ideas:

"After I've finished what I did, I'll arrange for a few loyal and reliable underlings to turn themselves in at the police station, saying that the fight was purely a personal feud!"

As he spoke, he frantically pulled his phone out of his pocket, afraid that Fang Cheng might change his mind:
"You can absolutely trust me to handle this. I guarantee there won't be a single trace of you. I'll strike right now, right now!"

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, ignoring Boss Chen's frantic attempts to recruit people.

His gaze shifted, sweeping over the lounge that resembled a slaughterhouse.

Just now in the lobby, out of concern for the security cameras and the innocent waiters present, he deliberately held back, only severely injuring the thugs without killing them.

However, this lounge, which served as the hideout of the gang leader, was originally used for business negotiations and shady dealings, and no surveillance equipment was installed there.

Now that he had no more scruples, he simply went all out and began a killing spree.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng turned around and looked at Wang Li, who was still standing at the door, dumbfounded.

At this moment, Wang Li's eyes showed no fear, only indescribable shock and excitement at surviving a catastrophe.

He looked at Fang Cheng, his lips moved but he couldn't make a sound. His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Fang Cheng stepped forward, reached out and supported his arm, and steadily pulled him up.

"Alright, I've avenged you."

Then, his gaze swept past the corpses scattered on the floor and landed on the secret door connecting the lounge to the private rooms at the back:
"Now, you can go find your daughter."

With his extraordinary hearing, Fang Cheng had already detected a faint sob coming from behind the heavy, hidden door.

Clearly, someone is being held inside.

Upon hearing this, Wang Li's body trembled violently.

He looked up, his eyes instantly lighting up.

Ignoring the blood and brains scattered on the ground, he stumbled over the corpses and lunged toward the hidden door.

The hidden door was unlocked. Wang Li gripped the doorknob and pressed down hard.

The door hinges made a dry, rattling sound, and a pungent, musty smell of perfume wafted out.

Fang Cheng followed, his gaze sweeping across the room.

This is a claustrophobic room without windows, with soundproofing foam covering the walls.

In the corner was a large bed and several iron cages, with even a bright light and video recording equipment set up nearby.

The various unsightly furnishings all revealed the despicable acts of Wei Qiang and his gang in forcing women into prostitution.

In the dim light, two young girls were huddled in the shadows of the corner of the bed, their wrists marked with glaring red marks, and they were trembling all over.

One of them was wearing a faded denim jacket, his hair was messy, and there was a clear handprint on his fair cheek.

"Yao Yao!"

When Wang Li saw the girl, he immediately cried out in a hoarse voice, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The girl huddled in the corner trembled and looked up blankly.

When she saw the familiar yet haggard figure at the door, she first stared in disbelief, then burst into tears and scrambled into Wang Li's arms.

"Dad! Dad! I'm sorry... I was wrong, I shouldn't have run off like that, I was so scared..."

The girl clung tightly to Wang Li's clothes, buried her head in her father's chest, and the grievances she had suppressed for a day and a night finally erupted.

"It's alright, it's alright, Dad's here, Dad's taking you home."

Wang Li held his daughter, whom he had lost and found again, tightly, and gently patted her back with his rough hands.

He couldn't bear to utter a single harsh rebuke he usually did, and could only weep along with his daughter.

Another curly-haired girl stared in astonishment at the scene. Although she didn't understand what was going on, she knew that she was saved.

The father and daughter hugged each other and cried for a while.

Wang Li wiped away his tears, pulled his daughter around, pointed at Fang Cheng standing by the door, and said excitedly:

"Yaoyao, quickly kowtow to Mr. Fang! If it weren't for Mr. Fang, my daughter and I would both be dead here today!"

As he spoke, he pulled his daughter to kneel down on the ground.

Fang Cheng raised his hand to stop the father and daughter from kowtowing:

"This isn't the place to talk. Let's leave first." Wang Li nodded repeatedly, quickly stood up, and escorted his daughter outside.

The curly-haired girl quickly put on her coat and followed behind cautiously.

The four stepped out of the hidden door, and the strong smell of blood immediately filled their nostrils.

When they saw Wei Qiang's headless corpse in the lounge, and the gangsters lying haphazardly on the floor, their deaths extremely gruesome, they realized...

Wang Yao and the curly-haired girl both gasped, their faces turning deathly pale, and their stomachs churning.

Wang Li reacted quickly, covering his daughter's eyes and pressing her head into his arms:
"Don't look, close your eyes."

"Hey, Ah Biao, fuck that Wei Qiang, he deserves to die a horrible death!"

At this moment, Chen Fuquan was holding his phone and cursing loudly into the other end:
"Quickly gather all the brothers in the gang, remember to bring your weapons, and get to Blue Ice Bar immediately! If I don't wipe out these bastards from the Viper Gang today, I'm not Chen Fuquan!"

After hanging up the phone, he turned around and saw Fang Cheng coming out with two girls.

Chen Fuquan immediately put on a fawning smile and went to greet him, patting his chest and boasting:

"Brother, everything you asked for has been done. The brothers from all the branches of the Green Wolf Gang are on their way. They will wipe out those bastards from the Poison Snake Gang completely and leave you with absolutely no trouble!"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Wang Yao and the curly-haired girl.

Seeing that the two were quite attractive, he assumed they had some special relationship with Fang Cheng, and immediately bowed even lower, fawningly saying:

"You two young ladies have been frightened. It's all Old Chen's fault for not knowing what that bastard Wei Qiang was doing behind the scenes, otherwise he would have rescued you long ago."

Fang Cheng looked at him and asked:

Did you drive here?

Upon hearing this, Chen Fuquan immediately nodded.

"Take these two girls home."

Fang Cheng's tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling undertone:
"Their safety is in your hands. If anything goes wrong on the way, I will personally go to the Green Wolf Gang's headquarters to find you."

Chen Fuquan trembled with fear. Having just witnessed this man's ability to tear a person apart alive, he dared not be the slightest bit negligent and immediately stood up straight at attention.
"Brother, you can rest assured! I'll drive them myself. Even if the sky falls, I'll risk my life to get both of you home safely!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Li turned to Fang Cheng and said somewhat incoherently:
"Boss, I, Wang Li, can never repay your kindness, even if I work like a slave for the rest of my life. From now on, I will do whatever you ask me to do without hesitation!"

"We'll talk about these things later."

Fang Cheng nodded and gave the instructions:
"Go home and take care of your wife and daughter first. Once you're settled, go to the Jinshui Fish Market tomorrow to find Miss Lin. She will arrange specific work for you."

Wang Li nodded emphatically, making sure he remembered it.

As they spoke, the group prepared to leave.

Fang Cheng suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"and many more."

He turned around and walked straight behind the broken mahogany desk.

Behind the decorative paintings on the wall is a half-meter-tall stainless steel safe.

Fang Cheng stood still, his right arm muscles suddenly bulged, his five fingers clenched into a fist, and he threw a straight punch at the heavy steel box door.

"boom!"

A dull, loud bang.

The box door, made of special steel, suddenly dented inward, leaving a shocking fist-shaped dent.

The complex internal lock cylinder gears were completely destroyed with a piercing metallic cracking sound.

Fang Cheng stretched out his right hand, grabbed the deformed gap, and ripped the entire box door off, then casually tossed it aside.

Inside the safe, dozens of gold bars, several jewelry boxes filled with jewels, and piles of hundred-yuan bills stacked like a small mountain were neatly arranged.

Fang Cheng didn't look closely, then took off the blue canvas bag from his shoulder and unzipped it.

Then, like stuffing cabbages, they stuffed gold bars, jewelry, and cash into their bags in large wads.

Soon, the canvas bag was stuffed full, and the zipper could hardly be closed.

There were still more than ten stacks of banknotes left in the safe, but they couldn't fit inside.

Fang Cheng simply picked up the cash with both hands, turned around, and walked back.

The four people standing at the door were dumbfounded.

Just a moment ago, Fang Cheng was like a god of death descending to earth, crushing gangsters with every move he made.

In that instant, the way he was stuffing the banknotes into his bag made him look exactly like a ruthless burglar.

This striking contrast in appearance instantly created an eerie atmosphere at the scene.

Wang Li dared not utter the slightest slander against his savior. He coughed lightly, put his fist to his mouth, and quickly tried to smooth things over:
"Cough... Wei Qiang is utterly depraved. These must all be ill-gotten gains. Taking them is doing justice to prevent the Viper Gang from harming others again."

Fang Cheng completely ignored the gazes of the crowd, calmly walked up to Wang Li, and handed over the dozen or so stacks of cash he was holding.

"Take it."

Wang Li was stunned and waved his hands repeatedly:

"This...this won't do, boss. You saved my daughter's life, how can I take your money!"

"Your wife is seriously ill, and that's exactly when you need money."

Fang Cheng stuffed the money into his arms without giving him a chance to refuse:
"Consider this compensation from Wei Qiang for the emotional distress suffered by you and your daughter. Just settle things at home and work hard for me from now on."

Feeling the heavy stack of banknotes in his arms, Wang Li's eyes reddened again.

He did not refuse any further, but hugged the money tightly with both hands and bowed deeply:
"Thank you, boss!"

Fang Cheng nodded, glanced at the two stacks of banknotes remaining in his hand, casually tossed one stack to the curly-haired girl, and then threw the last stack to Chen Fuquan, who looked completely bewildered.

"Everyone who sees it gets a share."

Chen Fuquan hurriedly caught the banknotes, somewhat flattered, and grinned in a way that looked more like a grimace:
"Oh, thank you so much for the reward, big brother! Thank you so much for the reward, big brother!"

A brutal massacre ended in such an absurd and mercenary way.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, said no more, and led the way out of the lounge, carrying the heavy canvas bag in one hand.

The group walked through the dimly lit corridor and arrived at the bar's main hall.

This place is even more chaotic than the lounge.

The booth tabletop was shattered and the chairs were broken into pieces.

Dozens of thugs lay on the ground with broken arms and legs, groaning in pain.

Wang Yao gripped her father's arm tightly, staring at the scene of carnage, unable to comprehend the sheer brutality of the battle that had just erupted.

She secretly raised her eyes and looked at the tall, upright figure walking at the front, her clear eyes filled with awe and curiosity.

What kind of man is he?
Fang Cheng walked straight to the front of the bar.

Instead of looking for the key, he reached out and grabbed the thumb-sized U-shaped lock on the door frame.

The muscles in his arms tensed and strained, and the tough steel bars began to bend under the terrifying grip.

"Crack!"

With a sharp crack, the steel lock ring was torn off.

Fang Cheng casually tossed away the broken lock and pushed open the door.

The midday sun poured in like a flood bursting its banks, instantly dispelling the cold, murky air and the pungent smell of blood from the bar.

Having spent a long time in the dimly lit room, the sudden bright light made everyone feel a blinding glare, and they all raised their hands to shield their eyes.

Once your eyes have adjusted slightly, lower your arm and look again.

Fang Cheng stood quietly on the steps outside the gate, carrying a satchel.

The brilliant sunlight gilded his figure with a dazzling golden glow, making him appear tall and unshakeable.

Wang Li stared at that retreating figure, clutching the banknotes tightly in his arms, feeling the vibrant warmth of his daughter beside him.

At this moment, the accountant, who had experienced many hardships and seen through the coldness and warmth of human relationships, had his mindset completely reshaped.

Fear and cowardice faded away, replaced by an almost fanatical worship.

He was absolutely certain that the greatest stroke of luck in his life was meeting this man in the depths of despair. (End of Chapter)