"Why did you kill Ji Kang?" Seeing no reaction from the snake-like woman, Lou Cheng asked again in English.
Anyone who could make a name for themselves in the war-torn zones had to master both English and Chinese in addition to their mother tongue.
The woman, who had strangled Ji Kang with her body, tried her best to show her authority.
"The organization sent me. Do you want to make an enemy out of us?"
"I'm asking why, that's all," Lou Cheng replied calmly.
He didn't want to waste any more time. The word "Army" appeared in his mind.
Being stared at by those cold eyes, the woman who had undergone harsh training suddenly collapsed. It was as if she could clearly smell the scent of death. It was so terrifying, so terrifying!
Her tears and snot flowed uncontrollably. Her body trembled like a sieve.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!"
"Ji Kang is a b-broker in Tignes's black market. H-he took a batch of our organization's goods and tried to escape. T-the organization discovered him and sent me to deal with him. I-I'm telling the truth. Please don't kill me. I don't want to die, I don't want to die …"
A cold-blooded killer cried like a little girl in despair. She felt like she had lost control of her body and soul.
A broker in the black market … Consistent with the description in the information … Lou Cheng nodded slightly.
"What organization are you from?"
"Star, Star Alliance, spare, spare me," the woman replied while sobbing.
An organization that controls three zones and has Physical Invulnerability Mighty Ones … Lou Cheng sensed her mental state and confirmed that she had broken down. She couldn't be lying to him.
It seems like Ji Kang's murder has nothing to do with Lin Que's disappearance. It's something else … As expected of a war-torn zone … After a few seconds of silence, Lou Cheng took out his phone that had no signal and pulled up a recent photo of Lin Que provided by the military.
"Have you seen this person before?"
The woman trembled as she looked at the photo. She shook her head hurriedly.
"No, I haven't!"
Fearing that Lou Cheng wouldn't believe her, she quickly added, "You … you can go to the Ginwale Bar on Tutans Street and ask around. They have … they have a general behind them. It's one of the main places for information exchange in Tignes, involving many, many people. If … if the person in the photo has been to Tignes, someone there should have seen him!"
There was a brief mention of it in the information, but it wasn't as detailed as the Rose Mill that was involved in human trafficking … The Ginwale Bar should be used by the lower class … Every snake has its way, and every mouse has its hole … Lou Cheng made up his mind. He walked to the entrance, opened the door, and disappeared into the dark passageway, ignoring the female killer who was lying on the ground.
The female assassin watched him leave in a daze. After a long time, she came back to her senses and cried again, full of the joy and venting of surviving a disaster.
She used both her hands and feet to try to stand up, but her body was trembling so much that she couldn't exert any strength. With a bang, she fell back down again. Her face was covered in dirt, and her body was covered in dirt.
At this moment, clear footsteps came from the corridor.
Devil? That devil is back? The female assassin's pupils shrunk, and her hair stood on end. She felt as though electricity had passed through her tailbone.
She forgot about the soreness and weakness she felt earlier. She jumped up, ran out of the window, and jumped out.
Bam! She couldn't stand properly and fell like a gourd. She didn't know how many bones she broke, but she forced herself to crawl into the small alley. Her heart echoed with one thought after another.
I won't go on missions anymore!
This world is so scary!
I want to book a counselling appointment!
In the corridor, a boy with a rifle found an abandoned room and peed in it comfortably.
…
Compared to Carmon, Tutans Street was obviously much more prosperous. Although there were many people who were tough, they weren't as austere as the group of Boy Scouts.
At the entrance of the Ginwale Bar stood a total of six burly men. They didn't hide the bulge at their waists, and one of them was even holding an AK rifle upside down.
Without any hesitation, Lou Cheng walked over and said with an imposing manner,
"I want to see your boss."
The six burly men suddenly felt a heavy burden on their shoulders. They couldn't straighten their backs. They felt that the young man in front of them was both tall and deep. His words were irresistible, and they only wanted to obey.
"Yes, as you wish." The blond leader answered with trembling legs.
He led Lou Cheng inside. They passed through the first floor, which was packed with people, loud music, and dimly lit. They arrived at the stairs leading down.
It was only then that he remembered to report.
Underground where the underground boxing competition was taking place, there was a spacious and luxurious office. Behind a steel desk sat a man in a red general's uniform.
He was dignified, domineering, and stern. He wore a large brimmed hat that covered his eyes. Whenever he swept his gaze across anyone in the room, they would tremble in fear and want to kneel down and beg for mercy.
And every one of these people was famous in the Ginwale Bar, Tutans Street, and even Tignes City.
"Mr. General, a guest wants to see you." A trembling voice sounded from the walkie-talkie.
The man known as the General clasped his hands on the table. After a moment of silence, he said calmly,
"Let him come over."
Let's see who's looking for me by name!
Lou Cheng's hands hung naturally, his index finger using the seam of his pants as a pendulum. He followed the blond man down the stairs and found another world underground.
Bypassing the ring filled with intense fights and blood, he arrived at the entrance of the office. He saw the bar owner in a red general's uniform and a large brimmed hat surrounded by more than ten experts.
"It's you …" Lou Cheng was stunned at first, but soon smiled.
This was someone he knew, the son of a Miluo warlord who had defeated him in the Four Nations Competition, Veigar the General!
He had honed his skills in the war-torn zones for many years. He had fought with the Taoist once and indirectly helped him reach Physical Invulnerability.
"It's you!" Veigar was stunned as well. His pupils constricted, like the tip of a needle, flashing silvery white.
Unlike many experts in the war-torn zones who lacked external sources of information, he had long known from Miluo's intelligence channels that the old opponent before him was no longer what he used to be. He was a true general-level expert!
Veigar let go of his hands that were clasped on the desk and retracted them in front of him. He seemed to be on high alert.
He looked around at the experts before speaking in a deep voice,
"Why are you here?"
"To buy information." Lou Cheng went straight to the point.
Veigar narrowed his eyes and sized up Lou Cheng. He couldn't see through the person he had defeated in the past.
Not only couldn't he see through him, but he also felt an inexplicable fear, like an animal facing its natural enemy.
"What information?" Veigar's tone softened instinctively.
"I want to know if anyone has seen this person in the past few days." Lou Cheng took out his phone and showed him the information on Lin Que.
"Send me his photo. I'll get someone to ask." Seeing that it was a small matter, Veigar's body relaxed.
Using the bar's LAN, Lou Cheng sent the photo over. Veigar ordered his subordinates to deal with it immediately.
Lou Cheng didn't leave. Instead, he dragged a chair and sat beside the office door. He looked like he wasn't going to rest until he got the results.
The veins on Veigar's forehead bulged and jumped, but he didn't explode in the end.
After a long silence, he suddenly spoke.
"If I have the information you want, I hope to receive a special reward."
"What?" Since Lou Cheng proposed to buy and not rob, there was naturally room for negotiation.
Veigar clenched his fists and straightened his broad back.
"Fight with me. I want to know how big the gap is between us!"
He wanted to stimulate himself and find the dawn of becoming a true general-level Mighty One!
"… No problem." Lou Cheng nodded after a few seconds of silence.
The two of them didn't say anything else. The office returned to silence. However, the oppressive feeling made everyone uncomfortable. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly, except for Lou Cheng.
After an unknown period of time, news finally came back. More than five guards of Ginwale Bar had seen Lin Que three days ago. He was right here!
"He fought in an underground fight and left with injuries. He hasn't appeared since," said Veigar's subordinate, the bar owner on the surface.
"Injured?" Lou Cheng asked in surprise.
Although he had only taken a quick glance, he could see that both sides of the arena fight were limited to low-ranked Dan Stage fighters. The surrounding audience didn't show any disdain either.
Brother-in-law was an Inhuman Mighty One who had awakened his supernatural ability in advance. How could he be injured in such a situation?
With his strength, no one in the crowd could have done it unless Veigar went up personally or bullied him with numbers.
Veigar answered on behalf of his subordinate.
"Coincidentally, there was a powerful guy who fought in the arena a few days ago. A very mysterious and special guy … I believe that the strength he displayed was only a part of his true strength."
"Who was it?" asked Lou Cheng calmly.
Perhaps it was because of such an opponent that Brother-in-law was excited and took the initiative to challenge him …
Veigar gestured for his subordinate to bring over his laptop and replayed the highlights of the previous few matches.
As Lou Cheng watched, he gradually frowned. Lin Que's opponent was really strange!
He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He didn't have any expression from beginning to end. He was even more Lin Que than Lin Que. Every punch and kick seemed to have been measured and controlled very well. He seemed to have reached the realm of "God is watching you". However, he didn't show this in other aspects.
He was strong and agile. However, he gave off a lifeless and inflexible feeling. At times, he even seemed to lack the ability to feel pain.
This is a little strange … Could Brother-in-law's disappearance be related to him? Lou Cheng suddenly had a thought.
Perhaps Brother-in-law's disappearance wasn't because of the revenge of the human trafficking group, but because of some other unexpected incident. Otherwise, the experts of Shushan Study wouldn't be completely clueless …
"Who is he? Where is he?" asked Lou Cheng straightforwardly.
Veigar tilted his head and looked at his subordinate. On the surface, the bar owner answered,
"I don't know who he is or what forces are behind him. However, I know where he lives. He lives in 172 San Jose Street, an apartment on the left side of the fifth floor."
"Thank you." Lou Cheng stood up and returned the chair to its original position.
"You can fulfill your payment now." Veigar stood up as well. His fists were glowing silver as if he was wearing heavy gloves.
Lou Cheng looked up at him. He slowly raised his arm and clenched his fingers one by one.
Bam!
He threw a punch. The surface of his fist condensed and absorbed the surrounding light. His body grew brighter and brighter while the office grew darker.
As the darkness deepened, the temperature dropped. Just as Veigar was about to dodge, a chilly wind entered his body. He couldn't help but shiver.
The white before his eyes grew brighter and brighter, filling up the entire "heaven and earth."
Boom!
His arms were forcibly opened, and streaks of silver-white electric snakes splashed everywhere.
Bam, bam, bam! Veigar was sent flying. He crashed through three walls and landed heavily in the dust.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! His subordinates either drew their guns or clenched their fists. They were about to surround Lou Cheng.
"Let him go," shouted Veigar in a hoarse voice.
Lou Cheng didn't even look at his subordinates. He had already turned around and left with his hands in his pockets.
He had learned that punch from the God-Slaying Saber, Lu Yongyuan. Using the uniqueness of his Starry Universe Style, he had used it more harmoniously and naturally than his opponent. It had a different feel, but it lacked the dominance that came from the heart.
Veigar struggled to get up and watched as his opponent drifted away. After a long while, he sighed.
Is this the difference between me and him?
Just one punch …
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