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Within a few short seconds.

Time that many people probably wouldn't even have time to react to.

The six gang members in the office were all killed, leaving only the ringleader, Madman Hui.

No.

There was also a fat man huddled on the ground, sobbing quietly.

That guy was lucky.

Madman Hui had been firing wildly just now, but he hadn't hit him.

"Big Brother…"

Madman Hui's palm was pinned down by the knife, and he was sweating from the pain, constantly gasping for air.

He looked at the approaching God of Slaughter with fear in his eyes:

"You've got the wrong person, I have no grudge against you!"

Fang Cheng didn't waste any words with him, he stepped forward, grabbed the handle of the knife, and pulled the blade out.

Then, before he could help but cry out in pain, he twisted off one of his fingers.

Still not satisfied, he raised the blade, ready to cut again.

At this moment, Madman Hui finally broke down, and he cried out repeatedly:

"Wait, wait, I'm willing to talk, I'm willing to confess anything!"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but be taken aback at this.

Hui, who was known for his ruthlessness, turned out to have less backbone than the fat man and his men.

The fat man at least held out until one of his fingers was cut off before completely giving up resisting.

A few minutes later.

Fang Cheng sat on the table, flicking a knife between his fingers, his eyes filled with coldness.

According to Madman Hui, Wen Xin was indeed kidnapped by his men.

However, she wasn't being held here, but was taken to Wu Shih-hao by his underling, A Yong.

After all, they didn't have enough strength to fight against a master of Fang Cheng's level.

Wu Shih-hao's intention was to set up a trap first, and then spread the word, luring Fang Cheng to walk right into it.

Who would have thought that Fang Cheng would react so quickly, chasing and killing all the way here in less than two hours.

"Are you so sure I would come?"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel a little puzzled as he pondered.

"Keep talking."

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly, and he ordered.

"Big Brother, can you stop the bleeding for me first?"

Madman Hui clutched the bloody hole in his right palm, saying with tears and snot running down his face:

"You can ask me anything you want to know, as long as I know it, I'll tell you."

Fang Cheng looked at him indifferently, and continued to interrogate:

"Does Wu Shih-hao have any Red Tiger Gang experts protecting him?"

"He used to, but it seems like he doesn't now."

"What about the expert who killed the Third Wolf Gang leader?"

"That was sent from the headquarters. He seemed to be injured that night as well, and he went back immediately after completing the mission."

"When exactly will those girls be transported away?"

"I don't know, but according to Wu Shih-hao's plan, it should be in a few days."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, and he had a rough outline of the entire incident in his mind.

Seeing that the God of Slaughter didn't seem to have any other questions, Madman Hui quickly begged for mercy:

"I've really told you everything, if you're willing to let me go, I can give you a lot of money."

"Also, I'm willing to be a witness, let's join hands to bring down Wu Shih-hao, that bastard!"

At this moment, a weak voice sounded.

"Brother Hui, I'm sorry, I've already applied to be a witness in advance, preparing to atone for my sins."

The fat man who had been pretending to be dead got up, raised his hand honestly and said.

"You…"

Madman Hui couldn't help but glare angrily.

Fang Cheng ignored him and turned to the fat man and said:

"I'm giving you a task, keep an eye on him, if he runs away, you'll pay with your life."

"Yes, sir."

The fat man was startled when he heard this, and immediately picked up a dagger from the ground, put it on Madman Hui's neck, and threatened him:

"Don't move, my hands will tremble, I'm afraid I can't control myself and cut a slit in your blood vessels…"

Fang Cheng reached out and took Madman Hui's revolver.

He opened the cylinder and checked, there were still 4 bullets left.

So he strode towards the office door.

He turned the doorknob and opened the thickened bulletproof door.

At this time, two huge, burly bodyguards were贴着the door, listening with their ears pricked up.

They seemed to vaguely sense some movement, but they weren't sure.

After the door was opened, they almost lost their balance and fell inside.

Before they could see the pool of blood and corpses on the ground, a pair of hands suddenly reached out, pressed down on their heads, and slammed them together.

The two instantly fractured their skulls and fell unconscious.

At the other end of the corridor.

The four gunmen guarding the door saw this scene, hurriedly stood up, raised their guns and shouted.

Without saying a word, Fang Cheng raised his revolver.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, four shots, instantly killing the four people.

[Gun skill experience +40]

A prompt message flashed before his eyes.

Looking at the bullet wound locations on the four corpses, Fang Cheng couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

After changing the gun, the trajectory and feel were slightly unfamiliar.

Only two people hit the center of their eyebrows, and the bullet wound locations on the other two were obviously off by a lot.

Putting away this unnecessary thought, Fang Cheng then quickly walked to the operating room, where the light was already red.

With a sudden kick, he kicked the door open.

Inside, two doctors in green coats were putting on gloves, seemingly preparing to perform surgery.

Seeing Fang Cheng pointing a gun at them, they were immediately so frightened that they raised their hands high.

"The surgery subject has changed. Bring the anesthetic and come with me."

Fang Cheng glanced at the girl still unconscious on the operating table and issued an order to the two doctors.

Not long after.

Madman Hui was sent to the operating table and a heart transplant operation began.

His body was under local anesthesia, and his consciousness remained partially awake, his face filled with horror.

He wanted to call for help, but his mouth was sealed tightly with tape, and he could only let out muffled groans.

Fang Cheng pointed a gun at the operating room while making a phone call:

"Uncle Zhou, it's me, A-Cheng."

"I've discovered an underground human organ trafficking market. There was a gunfight here just now, and there are many abducted children being held captive."

"Yes, come over as soon as possible. The address is…"

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After finishing the call, he turned to look at the uneasy fat man.

"When the police arrive later, you know what to say and what to do, right?"

"Just say it was a gang feud, related to Wu Shihao…"

The fat man carefully repeated the statement.

Twenty minutes later.

Fang Cheng, with a bag on his back and a mask on his face, as if nothing had happened, ducked out of the hidden door.

Then he walked through the peaceful medical facility office area outside, heading towards the elevator lobby.

While waiting for the elevator, he quickly reviewed what had happened before, confirming that there were no oversights at the scene.

In particular, the recent surveillance footage in Madman Hui's office had been completely destroyed.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened, and a group of men in jackets, huddled together, walked out.

"This mission was completed quite smoothly, Brother Hao is really generous!"

"Chicken Eye, A-Xiang, Beast, the three of you are considered to have made a contribution…"

These people had joyful expressions and were discussing in low voices.

One of them, with a beard, was even more beaming, with a loud voice, seemingly the leader.

Hearing the content of their conversation, Fang Cheng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Suddenly, he turned around and tentatively called out to those people:

"Brother Yong?"

The bearded man heard this and turned to look at him, opening his mouth as if to ask a question.

Greeting him, however, was a dark muzzle and scorching bullets.

Shu, shu, shu, shu—

The silenced pistol fired ten shots in quick succession, instantly emptying the magazine.

Leaving behind a cloud of white smoke and corpses lying scattered on the ground.

Then, the elevator quickly descended.

Woo woo—woo woo—

The piercing sound of police sirens grew closer, piercing through the chaotic and deep night.

Fang Cheng walked out of the restless and excited nightclub with his hands in his pockets.

Then, with his head lowered, he passed by the criminal police officers rushing over.

Passersby gradually gathered on the street to watch the excitement.

Fang Cheng tightened his somewhat heavy shoulder bag, quickly squeezed into the crowd, and left the area.

After getting a little further away, he gently exhaled.

He looked up at the distant city night scene with its twinkling lights.

Recalling the continuous battles that had occurred before.

A light blue screen slowly appeared in the cold air.

Lines of information and rows of data flowed past his eyes like a waterfall.

[Knife Skill Experience +5]

[Knife Skill Experience +90]

[Sanshou Experience +10]

[Knife Skill Experience +25]

[Gun Skill Experience +40]

[Gun Skill Experience +60]

Looking at these experience values, Fang Cheng couldn't help but be slightly lost in thought.

It was as if everything that had happened before was just a scene in some underworld city game.

Although the killing intent in his heart was slightly released, the flames in his eyes burned even more fiercely, faintly glowing red.

Things were not over yet!

According to Madman Hui's confession, Wu Shihao, in order to ensure that the Red Tiger Gang leader's mission did not go wrong, had been staying in a warehouse near the port these past few days.

Wen Xin was also sent to that warehouse by A-Yong and the others, according to Wu Shihao's instructions, and was being held with other girls.

Since that place was so important, and Wu Shihao was personally guarding it, the security must be very tight, and the firepower would not be small.

It would definitely not work to just rush in rashly like this.

Fang Cheng pondered a countermeasure, patting the hard shoulder bag on his body.

The bag contained several guns and ammunition seized earlier.

If Madman Hui guessed correctly, Wu Shihao should be staying there for a few more days.

Then, there was obviously still plenty of time to make some preparations.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately went to an ATM on the street, withdrew the maximum limit of 20,000 yuan in cash, and put it in the bag.

Then, he took off his mask, stood on the side of the street, and waved to a passing taxi.

"Going to Xishan?"

The driver heard Fang Cheng say his destination and immediately shook his head repeatedly:

"It's too late, too far, I'm not going, I'm not going."

As he spoke, he glanced at Fang Cheng, his eyes showing a hint of worry.

The security was bad now. A while ago, the television reported a piece of news about someone tricking a taxi driver into the wilderness, robbing him, and then killing him.

Although this young man looked refined and handsome.

But you can know a person's face but not their heart. Who knows if he might be a hidden murderous maniac.

"Please, master, I have something urgent to go there."

Fang Cheng took out four hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it to the driver.

The driver looked at the bright banknotes, his eyes lighting up involuntarily.

After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded in agreement:

"Hey, seeing how polite you are, okay, helping others is the source of happiness."