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"Stop! Stop! I'll talk! I'll talk!!!" Harvey cried and begged for mercy, his last bit of backbone crushed.

Chen An raised his hand.

Anton loosened his grip slightly, but his hand remained firmly in his grasp. He stared silently at Harvey, like a predator eyeing its prey.

Chen An crouched down, looked Harvey straight in the terrified eyes, and asked clearly, word by word.

"Now, tell me."

"Who sent you to cause trouble for Ancia?"

Chen An's tone was calm, yet more oppressive than any roar.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, leaving only Harvey's heavy, painful breathing.

"No one asked me to cause trouble for Ancia; it was my own idea. I thought she was pretty, so I started harassing her."

"I really don't know what you're talking about."

Harvey was terrified. He knew the Asian man's eyes all too well; they were the eyes of someone who had killed, and they were undisguised. An invisible killing intent emanated from him.

I really can't understand why Ancia would know someone like that!

"So you're not planning to talk about it anymore..." Chen An smiled slightly, a smile that chilled Harvey to the bone.

He was on the verge of tears. "I'm telling the truth. Nobody asked me to cause trouble for Ancia. I promise I'll avoid her next time I see her!"

"what!"

The sudden pain in his arm caused Harvey to struggle violently, but Anton gripped him tightly with his large hand, increasing the pressure.

Click!

A clear, distinct cracking sound reached the ears of everyone present, and Harvey fainted from the pain.

Seeing this, Chen An looked thoughtful.

Since the other party still wouldn't say anything after all that, it seemed that Andrei's attack really had nothing to do with these people. He then slowly turned his gaze to the others.

The people lying on the ground, trembling, were too frightened to move upon seeing this.

"You, come here," Chen An said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Upon hearing this, the five men did not hesitate at all. They staggered to their feet and scrambled to Chen An's feet, revealing fawning smiles.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

"Carry this person away, and also take care of what happened today..."

Before Chen An could finish speaking, one of them interrupted, "Don't worry, boss, we absolutely won't talk about what happened today. Harvey's injury was from an accidental fall."

Chen An was very satisfied with what he saw.

"It's best not to try anything funny. Your name is Hamlet, right? And your name is Kabbalah. I know all your information and can easily find your place."

As Chen An named them one by one, fear gripped everyone's hearts. The other party was too terrifying; he had obtained their information in such a short time, which was definitely not something an ordinary person could do.

They can't afford to mess with people like that.

"Yes, yes, yes! We're leaving now." With that, the group lifted Harvey up and disappeared from Chen An and the others' sight in a few quick steps.

Then Chen An looked at Ancia and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see your grandfather."

Soon, the group got into the car and headed towards Sacred Heart Hospital.

Ancia's unease grew stronger in the car, and she couldn't help but ask, "Brother Chen An, what happened to my grandfather? From what you just said, it seems like something happened to him?"

Chen An nodded. "Yes, your grandfather was attacked last night and was seriously injured. He is currently in the hospital, but thankfully he is out of danger for now."

boom--!

The news struck Ancia like a thunderbolt, her eyes reddening and her voice choked with emotion.

"Brother Chen An, why did my grandfather have an accident? He's usually a very nice person."

Chen An replied, "I'm investigating. Leave this to me."

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang.

Chen An picked up the phone and answered. Hank's voice came from the other end: "Boss, we've checked all the surveillance cameras around here. It was the Huaqing Gang who did it!"

Upon hearing this, his expression shifted. It really was the Huaqing Gang. He never expected them to attack Andrei.

At this moment, Chen An's eyes were filled with coldness and ruthlessness. Since the other party had done this, he wouldn't be blamed for being heartless.

So he said, "Give me information on the Huaqing Gang, their territory, and detailed information about their meetings."

"Okay, boss, I'll still get back to you in an hour."

"Okay." Chen An hung up the phone and looked at An Xiya. "An Xiya, we've found out who attacked your grandfather. It was the Huaqing Gang."

"I'm sorry, it's very likely because of me. I don't know why they didn't attack me, but attacked your grandfather instead."

Ancia shook her head. "Brother Chen An, I know you didn't mean it."

A few minutes later.

Chen An brought Anxi to the ward. Seeing her grandfather's miserable state on the hospital bed, Anxi quickly stepped forward and tightly grasped Andrei's hand.

"Grandpa! Wake up!"

"Waaah—"

Brooke offered words of comfort, "Ancia, your grandfather won't wake up for the time being; he needs to be observed for a few days."

Chen An said, "Brook is in your hands now, Anton and I. We've already found out who did it."

"Okay, I will take good care of Mr. Andrei and Ancia." Brooke nodded.

"Ancia, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

With that, Chen An led Emily out of the ward.

"Brother Chen An, be careful," Ancia said.

Chen An waved his hand without saying a word.

.........

Los Angeles, deep within Chinatown.

An old-fashioned tenement building, bearing the marks of time, stands quietly, exuding a sense of antiquity.

Inside the traditional Chinese hall, which is difficult for outsiders to see, the atmosphere is quite different from the tranquility on the outside.

Several figures sat around the heavy mahogany table.

Smoke swirled in the dim light, and the air was thick with a sense of oppression and a subtle restlessness.

These people were the leaders of the Huaqing Gang in various territories.

At the head of the table sat an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a crisp black Zhongshan suit.

His face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyelids were droopy, but his deep-set eyes were sharp as a hawk's, slowly scanning everyone present.

He was Jiang Jun, the leader of the Huaqing Gang.

"I heard," Jiang Jun began slowly, his voice hoarse and deliberate, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority, "that last night, you took action against a white foreman at the San Pedro docks?"

"Yes, Chief." The one who answered was a thin, middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses who looked refined.

He casually crossed his legs, a cigar between his fingers, and said in a relaxed tone, "I had someone teach him a little lesson."

"Right now, he's probably still lying in the hospital."

"Why," Jiang Jun's gaze locked onto him, "not to directly attack that Chen An?"

The gaunt man chuckled: "Boss, that Chen An is accompanied by a formidable opponent; it won't be easy to take him down directly."

"However, we've investigated, and that old guy named Andrei has a close relationship with Chen An. Since we can't touch the main person, we'll give his people a warning first, let him know... that not every security job is one that you can just take on casually, and that you have to know the rules."

Jiang Jun hummed in response, neither confirming nor denying, and then asked, "So... what about Chen Qin? Have they been caught?"

The moment this question was posed, the hall, which had been filled with faint noises, fell into an eerie silence.

The gang leaders either lowered their heads to drink tea or stared at the cigars in their hands, their eyes darting around, but none of them immediately responded.

Seeing this, Jiang Jun frowned: "What do you mean by this? Have you given me a straight answer about whether you've caught them? They caused my son to go to jail, and they must pay the price."

One of the gang leaders spoke up, "Boss, we've made our move, but Chen Qin's four bodyguards are monsters; we've failed every time."