The room turned deadly still. Not a single sound could be heard. The temperature dropped and the air turned chilly. A frigid and emotionless look was on Yang Feng's face. None of the people knew what their Boss was thinking and quite frankly, everyone was too scared to speak up. They could only hold their breath and wait for his next command.

Guo Sheng looked at the dead body, a small pout on his face. His toy was ruined now.

That's fine, Big Boss will bring me another one!

After what felt like a decade of silence but was, in reality, just a few seconds, Yang Feng's somber voice spoke up. "Clean this mess." He walked out of the room, closely followed by Guo Sheng.

"Yes, Sir!" His men replied as they hurried to fulfill his order.

Chen Gaonan was furiously typing away on the computer, attempting to finish the report when the door slammed open. He jumped in fright and turned around to see a stoic Boss. Uh-oh...The calmer he was, the angrier he was. This wasn't a storm anymore, it was a typhoon!

He hurriedly stood up, nervously gulping. "Boss—"

"Where's the report?"

Chen Gaonan nearly cried inside. He was only halfway done with it! Why did the investigation end so quickly?! "It's not complete yet…" When Yang Feng's soul-piercing eyes landed on him, he panicked. "I just need ten more minutes and I'll be done soon!"

"Nevermind the report. We're heading to their base." Yang Feng wasn't in the mood to sit here and read papers. He'll personally visit Silver Crown.

Wordlessly, he walked out of the door, Chen Gaonan hurriedly chasing after him.

Yang Feng got into the car and told Hu Wei the location.

Hu Wei nervously glanced at his Boss, noticing the lack of people accompanying them to Silver Crown. He knew Chen Gaonan and that crazy Guo Sheng were accompanying them, but that's it? Silver Crown might've been a mediocre clan, but with only three subordinates, he was worried for his Boss's safety.

Not daring to speak up, he could only press the gas. Yang Feng grabbed his phone, sent out a message, and then placed it down shortly after.

- - - - -

In an enormous room were several men with a silver tattoo on one of their wrists. There was loud chatter everyone. Alcohol was being passed around and frequently, there was the sound of people clicking glass with each other. The air was heavy with cigarette smoke, burning liquor, cheap perfume, and sweat.

Loud music boomed in the background as curvy and willowy women danced on poles, their hourglass-shaped bodies perfectly swaying to the beat of the song. A few other women were securely sitting in the laps of burly men, trying their best to satisfy their every whim and wishes. Dressed in outfits that left little to the imagination, it wasn't hard to guess what they were.

"Boss, I heard the mission two weeks ago was a failure."

"Bah! So what if it's a failure? We still got our money!" The chubby man with an enormous beer belly laughed. He had a thick cigar hanging from the side of his mouth and his two arms were both securely wrapped around the tiny waists of ladies the same age as his daughter.

"Man, that bastard sure had a thick wallet. He cashed out two million like it was nothing." Someone else spoke up, gesturing to the enormous stack of money on the table. Whoever commissioned them was surely new at handling these type of businesses. Who gives out the full payment without knowing if the operation was going to be successful or not?

"It's always the rich f*cks who are crazy." The boss, Ren Xiong, commented, taking a long drag from his cigar and then blowing it into the faces of the women by his side, who tried their best to not cringe back.

"This is why businessmen aren't to be trusted. They're secretly more crazy than us."

"She was a pretty one too. Dazzling face, sexy body, tch, what a waste." Ren Xiong shook his head in disappointment. When he got a picture of her, he was thinking of dealing with the woman himself and having some fun with her first. He had never tasted expensive, clean-cut women like her. He was even thinking of sharing her with his men before ruining that brain of hers.

Instead, his foolish subordinates suggested he let the retarded Bleeding Gun handle it. Not only did they fail the mission, but they were stupid enough to let the women get away. Luckily, it had been two weeks since then and nothing bad had happened to them yet. The tiny gang was immediately wiped out by Silver Crown.

Right as Ren Xiong was reaching over to take a sip of his expensive XO, the door the room slammed open. Before any of the men could react, red laser dots were aimed throughout the entire room, freezing everyone on the spot.

Ren Xiong was unfazed by the laser. Who had the balls to target them? He continued to drink his XO and right when he was about to place the glass down, a bullet shot through it. This pissed him off. This damn alcohol had splashed onto his limited edition Gucci shoes!

"Youngsters these days are so f*cking bold." He sighed, reaching into his waistband and suddenly pulled out a pistol.

Seeing the lethal weapon, the women in his arms instantly scurried out away, frightened by it. They weren't women who worked for the clan, instead, they were just simple escorts and prostitutes called in to please these big-shots.

"Put away the damn laser, you think that'll scare the great Ren Xiong?!" He snarled.

He flicked two fingers and instantly his men were armed with guns.

"Which dumbf*ck sent you?" He stood up, irked that his fun was ruined like this.

Yang Feng's men immediately stepped aside, creating a path as Yang Feng strode in, the coat hanging off his shoulder fluttering with each menacing step he took. The minute he entered, hands tucked into his front pockets, eyes lifeless, and a face cold as stone, the temperature in the room plummeted. The air turned stifling and suffocatingly heavy.

Ren Xiong shuddered upon seeing who it was. The gun clattered out of his hand. One deadly glance from Yang Feng was enough to terrify Ren Xiong.

Ren Xiong turned towards his people. "Fools, drop your guns!" He hissed at his men who were too frozen on the spot, to move.

Yang Feng's emotionless eyes scanned the room, his very presence was overwhelming to Ren Xiong who was beginning to sweat buckets. His palm grew clammy in dread as he nervously rubbed it on his trousers, his confident voice gone.

"Mr. Yang, how may Silver Crown help you today?" He asked, his eyes scanning the men he brought.

On his way here, Yang Feng had mobilized the entire Imperial Team just to storm this place to the ground. He had an endless variety of underlings and resources spread throughout the country, some even penetrating foreign lands.

Each mission was handled by different squadrons, starting from Rank B all the way to SSS. The Imperial Team was comprised of the best of the best, each person's identity perfectly hidden. Many of the people of the underworld thought the Imperial Team was just a myth passed down through generations to keep the people in check, when, in reality, the Imperial Team had always been active, hidden in the shadows and ready to pounce like the beast of midnight.

Yang Feng didn't speak, instead, he pulled out a gun, turning it around and examining it, a crude expression on his face.

Chen Gaonan who walked in together with Yang Feng was the first to open his mouth. He did the talking when it came to these things. The Big Boss didn't need to waste his energy or breath on conversing with these useless pests. "Take a guess."

Ren Xiong anxiously swallowed the lump in his throat when his eyes landed on the deadly weapon. He was no stranger to guns, but the one that Yang Feng had wasn't a simple one. Judging from its intricate design, it must've been a custom-made one. It looked like an overpowered version of the Mark XIX, but this one would hurt a lot more.

Gun wounds always hurt like hell, but the ones made by the gun that Yang Feng had were perfectly deadly. Once they pierced a person, the bullet would actually shatter within the body and instantly release a chemical that would melt organic surfaces. It was an acid that burned through everything until the pearly white bone was exposed. That pain alone would have people begging for death over mercy.

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