Chapter 99: Chapter 97 Turbulence in Jianghu, Worth Treasuring (Please Follow)
In the van.
Three n with tattooed arms, suspected gang mbers, were staring intently at the two figures gradually moving away.
"Are you sure it’s him?"
"I bumped into him outside the venue yesterday, he looks like a bear, how could I possibly not recognize him with my chicken eyes?"
"And the other pretty boy?"
"That... is sowhat unfamiliar..."
The two n huddled together, whispering and discussing in low voices.
"Wait, I rember what that pretty boy looks like now!"
A man with tattooed arms in the back row suddenly exclaid, then rapidly explained:
"I ca to Old Factory Street with Big Dummy and the others looking to collect a debt from a lady of the Three Wolves Gang."
"Just as we were about to teach her a lesson, we encountered a guy with strong leg techniques, who gave Big Dummy a severe beating, and warned us not to make trouble on Old Factory Street again."
The man in the driver’s seat turned around in surprise upon hearing this:
"Old Factory Street is the Three Wolves Gang’s turf, you an to say..."
The man with the tattooed arms nodded solemnly.
"A guy with impressive leg techniques?"
The guy with cock-eye sitting in the passenger seat stroked his chin, pondering:
"So you an, the pretty boy who struck our stronghold with Bear yesterday, was that the sa person?"
The tattooed man nodded again, seriously.
Then he added another sentence:
"And the Bear you ntioned, his na is Ma Donghe, he’s a well-known ruffian leader in the Jiangbei area, and he also has a good relationship with the Three Wolves Gang."
"Then everything makes sense now!"
The other two suddenly realized and simultaneously slapped their palms.
"Should we follow them?"
One of them then sought the opinion of the others.
"Idiot, why follow them and deliver ourselves on a platter?"
Another one with chicken eyes urged:
"All we have to do is go back and report to the boss, and we’ll get credit for the intel!"
The van started up imdiately, spewing black smoke, and quickly drove off the dilapidated street, rging into the flow of traffic.
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Jiangbei Suburb, an abandoned factory.
The walls were painted with a big, striking "Demolish" character in red.
The rust-stained iron gate was only nominally locked with a chain.
As the gate was opened, the car slowly drove into the compound and stopped in front of the overgrown factory building.
Fang Cheng got out of the car, looked around, and couldn’t help but complint:
"Donghe, your secret base looks really good..."
Looking around, it was all demolition areas.
Within two kiloters nearby were either farmland or a wasteland of demolished buildings.
Apart from scavengers, few people would co to this kind of place.
If one wanted to do sothing illegal, it would truly be unseen and unsuspected.
Ma Donghe and Chen Yingjun also got out of the car and grinned upon hearing the words, then led him inside.
A black-backed big wolf dog was kept at the entrance of the factory building; upon seeing strangers approach, it imdiately started barking loudly.
Ma Donghe imdiately scolded the dog.
Fang Cheng didn’t care and walked straight ahead.
The dog tucked its tail, as if sensing danger, whimpered softly while retreating backward.
"Woof woof..."
Fang Cheng tried communicating and bonding with the guard dog.
The dog suddenly froze, then slowly began to wag its tail.
Then it wagged its tail faster and faster, ears pressed against its forehead, and cautiously approached.
"Ying ying..."
In an instant, the dog beca unusually affectionate, constantly sniffing around Fang Cheng’s legs.
"Ah Cheng, can you actually train dogs too? Is there anything you can’t do?"
Ma Donghe watched this miraculous scene in surprise.
Then he was sowhat indignant:
"This ingrate, I’ve been feeding it for so long and it’s never been this affectionate with ."
Fang Cheng smiled slightly, without explanation.
Animals have their own language too, just not a complete language system.
So they can only express so simple things like eating, danger, happiness, sadness, friendliness, warnings, and so on.
Fang Cheng tried out his language talent and found it indeed worked.
The three then walked into the factory building.
It was very spacious inside, with nothing but so abandoned production line racks, bricks, and rubbish.
A few burly n were already waiting, and when they saw Ma Donghe co in, they all quickly greeted him as "Brother Ma."
"How are they? Haven’t cooled off yet, have they?"
Ma Donghe casually asked.
"Not cold, still good!"
One of the n responded nonchalantly:
"Only this morning, a guy disobeyed and tried to escape, so after we caught him, we gave him a bit of a beating."
While talking, everyone walked towards a room marked with the factory manager’s office.
When Fang Cheng pushed the door open, he saw the two poor sods whose legs he had broken and who were caught here.
They were tied up in chairs.
The broken part of the lower leg had white bone fragnts sticking out, with dried and solidified black blood clots sticking to the trousers, looking extrely miserable.
The instant they saw Fang Cheng’s face, their expressions changed drastically.
Like seeing a humanoid monster, disregarding the intense pain from their fractures, they tried to back away as much as possible.
But they were imdiately held down firmly by two other n.
Fang Cheng recognized one of them.
It was the sa ruffian he had seen in front of Wen Xin’s house, the suave bro.
Fang Cheng had told Ma Donghe to hold two gang leaders here, to keep a backup plan.
If the rival gang forces tried to retaliate, these two would lead the way, figure out the enemy’s details, and might as well take down their stronghold.
This matter wasn’t urgent, as the police were temporarily handling things.
But as soon as he saw the familiar face of the suave bro, Fang Cheng suddenly felt alert.
He rembered that his other two accomplices had also seen him.
If they were at the scene or watching from outside yesterday, his identity could quickly be exposed.
With the chaos at that ti, Fang Cheng couldn’t guarantee there were no fish that slipped through the net.
So, figuring out the opponent’s details has beco even more urgent.
"Do you still recognize ?"
Fang Cheng’s eyes were fixed on the other party as he slowly opened his mouth to ask.
The dashing brother first nodded, then quickly shook his head, looking extrely nervous.
"Are you mute? Answer when you’re asked!"
Ma Donghe imdiately kicked him in the broken leg, scolding him fiercely.
"I do, I recognize you!"
The dashing brother imdiately cried out in pain, his face breaking out in a cold sweat as he hurriedly nodded.
"Very good."
Fang Cheng said calmly:
"Next, answer everything I ask you honestly, or I’ll break both of your legs!"
After that, he had Ma Donghe’s underlings take the other person into the next empty room.
The intent was obvious.
They wanted to question them separately and then cross-check their stories.
If there were discrepancies, there must be soone lying.
After more than two hours of interrogation.
Fang Cheng finally had a general understanding of so specifics about this criminal gang involved in drug production and distribution.
Their boss, nad Sang Biao, is cruel and completely heartless.
You could tell from the nickna.
He not only used drugs to control the girls, making them obediently earn money for him,
but he was also secretly engaged in even more bloodthirsty human organ trade.
The two loyal underlings spilled everything,
Even providing detailed information about Sang Biao’s ho address, contact number, and even how many mistresses he had.
As for the drug factory, it was not Sang Biao’s property, but a business operated by "Brother Hao
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