Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Master Fang Liu (Vote for More)_1
 

Now is not the time to pursue accountability, the urgent matter is to race against time and find Tang Ning as soon as possible.

The police are out of the question; from filing a report, to opening a case, to the stations dispatching officers, it would take way too long a time. By then, the prime rescue window would be gone.

The urgent matter requires only one solution, that is to use the strength of the underworld.

When it comes to efficiency, small-time thugs are a hundred times better than the police.

“Whose turf is this?” Ye Xiong asked.

“Naturally, it’s Master Fang Liu of the Cloud Guild. He’s in charge of this area, with hundreds of people under him earning their keep,” Zhang Yingjun replied.

“Take me to him,” Ye Xiong ordered.

“What?”

Zhang Yingjun got such a fright, his head shook like a rattle-drum.

“A mere character like me can’t simply meet with Master Fang Liu. Brother, don’t make this hard for me. Besides, today is the day Cloud Guild distributes its profits. All the big shots and fighters are gathered together. To go there now would be suicide, wouldn’t it?”

Bang!

Ye Xiong slammed him hard against the wall and bellowed, “If you don’t go, it won’t be Master Fang Liu who kills you, I will kill you right here, right now.”

The slam almost disassembled Zhang Yingjun.

Swoosh.

A cold gleam pressed against his face.

“You’re called Zhang Yingjun, right? If this blade comes down, do you think you’ll still dare to use that name?”

“Don’t mess about, I’ll go, I’ll go; isn’t that enough?”

Zhang Yingjun, putting everything else aside, that face was his meal ticket, he couldn’t afford a scar. “Big brother, can you put down the knife? I rely on my face to make a living…”

Ye Xiong dragged him out of the hospital like a dead dog.

Time was of the essence; he couldn’t afford to waste words.

Outside, they hailed a taxi, and Zhang Yingjun reported an address.

The taxi driver drove slowly.

Ye Xiong pulled out a stack of cash and tossed it over, urging, “Here’s enough to cover fines for running ten red lights. Drive faster.”

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a hotel.

“Every time the guild distributes dividends, it happens here at the VIP hall of this hotel, in room 888 on the third floor. You go up by yourself, big brother. I have some things to do, can I leave first?” Zhang Yingjun asked softly.

“Keep spewing nonsense and see if I don’t make sure you can never speak again,” Ye Xiong said.

“Alright, I’ll shut up.”

Zhang Yingjun regretted ever provoking such a plague. If Master Fang Liu found out he had brought someone here, he’d skin him alive for sure. If he didn’t bring him, his own face would get sliced up.

He was dead either way.

“Stop, this floor is booked.”

Just as they reached the second floor, two tall bouncers blocked their way.

“Yo, isn’t that Brother Hu and Brother Peng? Little brother Zhang Yingjun, I wonder if you both still remember?” Zhang Yingjun put on a flattering smile, with a slavish obsequiousness: “It’s like this, this big brother has something important and wants to see Master Fang Liu. Could you please pass the message…”

Pupu!

Two punches, quick as lightning, struck straight onto the foreheads of the two, knocking them out cold.

“Too much useless talk,” Ye Xiong cursed.

Ah, he had wronged two more big shots; it looked like it was time to plan an escape.

“What do you think you’re doing? I warn you, stay where you are.”

Down the entire hallway, over a dozen thugs stood guard. Seeing Ye Xiong had knocked two people unconscious, the rest drew their daggers and viciously lunged at him.

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“Brother Chai, Brother Lu, it’s all a misunderstanding…” Zhang Yingjun quickly tried to defuse the situation with a nervous smile.

The ones qualified to guard the door during the sharing of spoils were the most capable enforcers of each hall, not a single one of whom Zhang Yingjun dared to offend.

Ye Xiong advanced with large strides, his fists and feet flying. Before Zhang Yingjun could finish speaking, more than a dozen thugs were knocked unconscious on the ground—the entire process took less than a minute.

“Holy shit, that’s so badass!”

If making Brother Hu and Brother Peng pass out had seemed somewhat challenging, what was happening now was a pure display of strength. He had never seen, nor even heard of, someone with the kind of power this man possessed.

The clash outside alarmed the people in the room.

A gang member had just opened the door when Ye Xiong sent him flying back in with a kick, then dragged Zhang Yingjun inside.

In the room, more than a dozen hall masters of the Cloud Guild were sitting on either side, their gazes sharp as they looked over.

“How dare you barge in here! Do you have any idea where you are?” A burly man with a face full of scars roared from the left.

Ye Xiong ignored him, his gaze falling directly upon the man in the center seat—a middle-aged man dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit—and asked indifferently, “Are you Fang Liu?”

“You have no right to address Master Fang Liu by name,” a cold young man next to Fang Liu, who seemed to be a capable fighter, fixed his eyes on Ye Xiong, releasing a powerful killing intent.

This killing intent was born from crawling over countless bodies; it’s not something just anyone could exude.

Unfortunately, a true expert knows how to conceal their killing intent, making it impossible for others to sense their true capabilities.

Just like Ye Xiong, who could pass for a construction worker without anyone detecting his true nature.

He still had a long way to go.

Finally, he had found the right person to talk to.

Ye Xiong tossed Zhang Yingjun to the ground and walked towards Fang Liu in the center, saying as he moved, “I hear you’re quite influential around here. My cousin was kidnapped by a van nearby, and I was hoping you could get your men to help look for her. Money is not an issue.”

If you want someone to do something for you, it’s only right to spend some money.

Master Fang Liu had a lean face and bright, piercing eyes, not given to frivolity or laughter.

To hold his ground in the affluent area around the provincial airport, he had to have some real strength—who would believe otherwise?

Over the years, Fang Liu had weathered countless storms and was extremely accurate at judging people.

From the moment Ye Xiong stepped through that door, Fang Liu’s gaze had been fixed on him, never uttering a word.

He was trying to figure out Ye Xiong’s identity and background.

“Young man, you storm in here, without a word, and expect me to help you. Isn’t that a bit presumptuous?” Master Fang Liu said with a cold laugh.

“The money—I’ll pay whatever it takes,” Ye Xiong declared.

“There are plenty of rich people in the world, and there’s no shortage of people seeking my help—a good eight or ten a day. If I were to help every single one, wouldn’t I be incredibly busy?” Master Fang Liu still spoke with a smile.

“Master Liu, don’t waste words on him. I’ll throw him out,” the chilling young bodyguard beside Fang Liu offered, seeing no objection from his master; this was tacit approval, and he moved towards Ye Xiong.

“This kid, has no idea what he’s dealing with, daring to intrude here,” one of the onlookers muttered.

“Fourth Zhao taking action will have severe consequences.”

“Everyone knows Fourth Zhao is the sharp sword of the Cloud Guild, unbeaten in his life. This guy is as good as dead.”

The onlookers on both sides whispered among themselves, all waiting to see Ye Xiong’s fate.

It seemed killing one to warn the others had become necessary.

Ye Xiong’s arm trembled, and his clothes stirred without any wind.

“Get the hell out of here.”

The icy bodyguard launched into the air, his right leg slicing through the wind with deadly force, aimed straight at Ye Xiong’s neck.

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