"Sorry, bro, I really don't know about this. I'm just a shopkeeper who mingled on the streets for a couple of years. I sought Wu Yingxiong's protection not to be harassed by checks."

"So where does Wu Yingxiong usually live?"

Brother Teng thought for a moment and said, "Wu Yingxiong lives on an island, and it's not easy for other people to get in there."

"Fine, since that's the case, I'll trust you this time. I hope our conversation tonight won't be known to a third party."

"Of course, of course."

After Brother Teng made the promise, Ling Zhenfei turned and walked toward the door. Just as he opened the door, he saw a crowd standing outside, all armed with machetes and clubs, guarding the entrance.

Seeing Ling Zhenfei open the door, the crowd rushed into the house all at once, surrounding Ling Zhenfei.

"Kid, you can't fight against the many with just your two fists, let's see where you can run to now," Brother Teng suddenly spoke up. With many people around him, he felt emboldened, especially since he had a gun in his hand.

"I knew you would go back on your word. I've been waiting for this chance. Do you really think you can scare me with sheer numbers?"

Ling Zhenfei said with a smile, looking around at the people, obviously not taking them seriously.

"You're full of big talk, kid. I don't believe that you can fend off so many of us," Brother Teng said, somewhat angrily.

"That gun you're holding is nothing but a prop. If you have the guts, let's put it to the test."

Brother Teng was taken aback, "Fine, how dare you insult us like that."

"Brothers, kill him! Attack!" With Brother Teng's order, everyone lunged towards Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei didn't have much time, so he decided to make it quick.

Seeing those people charging at him, Ling Zhenfei didn't think much and swung his fists toward everyone around him.

Ling Zhenfei moved like the wind, flailing his fists viciously at the people around him. Every punch was infused with Northern Spiritual Energy, sending people flying with each hit from Ling Zhenfei.

To Ling Zhenfei, their movements were too slow; such an offensive method had no chance of injuring him.

Ling Zhenfei could easily predict their lines of attack, so he had his defenses ready. He dodged the attacks from some while countering others with his fists.

It didn't take long before a pile of people lay on the ground, all clutching their bodies, writhing in pain.

At that moment, Ling Zhenfei looked at Brother Teng, who was incredibly surprised. How could one person take down so many? Could this kid be an Immortal?

"Kid, don't you come over here! Come any closer, and I'll shoot," Brother Teng shouted angrily.

"If you have the guts, then shoot!" Ling Zhenfei walked towards Brother Teng.

Bang!

Brother Teng pulled the trigger, but the handgun exploded in his hand, the chamber bursting, a trick Ling Zhenfei had already used at noon.

Brother Teng was covered in soot, his arm blasted and flesh torn.

"I hope you forget what happened today; otherwise, there will be no good outcome for you."

"Yes, yes, I understand, I will definitely turn over a new leaf."

Ling Zhenfei didn't have time to trust in Brother Teng's promise; he walked out of the building alone.

Now, all the clues seemed to have broken off, but he knew that Tang Sen was at Jiagong Mansion and Wu Yingxiong lived on a small island.

However, Ling Zhenfei was not very familiar with the situation, so he could only rely on informants at this point; hence, he prepared to seek out their so-called contacts.

He found a taxi at the entrance and after he gave the driver the address of the bar, the driver headed towards the destination.

Undercover agents are indeed rare, and especially those hiding right beside Wu Yingxiong. According to what was said, those who had gone undercover with him were now all dead, this one being the sole survivor.

Fortunately, this undercover agent was not that close to Wu Yingxiong. Otherwise, he would definitely have been discovered. Wu Yingxiong was extremely cautious in his everyday affairs, hardly allowing anyone to get close.

Regardless of whether the undercover had any information, he still wanted to ask around in the bar; perhaps there would be some news.

The bar was very crowded, as white-collar workers had gotten off work and often came to play for a bit, venting their desires.

Fights and brawls were common in such bars, mostly sparked by jealousy over women, proving the saying, "Women are the root of all evil," to be quite true.

As Ling Zhenfei entered the bar, he headed straight for the counter. According to what Guo Qing'an had said, Sister Qian should be at the bar, perhaps even as the bartender.

"Li Hao, is Sister Qian here?" Ling Zhenfei approached and asked the woman behind the counter who seemed to be about thirty, an age that would make her his senior.

"I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person, there's no one named Sister Qian here," the girl answered Ling Zhenfei.

After hearing this, Ling Zhenfei was stunned. He had not expected the staff to outright say there was no Sister Qian here, which was different from what he had heard from Guo Qing'an.

But then again, it made sense; given that Sister Qian was supposed to be the liaison for the police and undercover agents, she wouldn't be easy to meet.

Moreover, even if he did meet Sister Qian, she might not necessarily trust Ling Zhenfei. The liaisons would typically have specific contacts; otherwise, it would be far too dangerous for the undercover agent.

Ling Zhenfei berated himself for not asking for clearer instructions. Since he couldn't meet Sister Qian, he didn't probe further and simply ordered a drink to enjoy at the bar.

The woman inside the bar was busy, her cocktail-making method lacked any flashy technique, but the taste of the drinks she made was quite good.

She was in her thirties, her face plastered with gaudy makeup that couldn't quite hide the traces of age, wearing a tank top.

The tank top was short, revealing her slender waist adorned with a tattoo of a rose and two butterflies, and she wore denim shorts below.

Her attire was very much that of a little tomboy, but Ling Zhenfei knew that even little tomboys could be good people; some use such an appearance to conceal and protect themselves.

Ling Zhenfei sipped his drink, pondering what he should do next. Now that Han Lian had been rescued, he needed to consider his mission.

He hadn't met his partner Phoenix yet, so he put that aside; the next steps needed to be taken by him alone.

The most critical task was to find Tang Sen. However, since the ambush where Han Lian and the others were attacked, Tang Sen had disappeared. The former residence, Jiagong Mansion, was likely empty by now.

If he could only find Tang Sen, that would be a breakthrough. There was already clear evidence of Tang Sen's crimes; capturing him would mean the death penalty, and then they could draw out Wu Yingxiong through Tang Sen.

But the current problem was that Tang Sen's whereabouts were unknown, so he had to place his hopes in the undercover agent near Wu Yingxiong. If that agent could get even a bit of information, Ling Zhenfei would be able to find Tang Sen.

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