Power and wealth bring fragrance

Xishan, an abandoned parking lot.

Inside the empty warehouse, only a lone incandescent bulb emitted a faint light.

Under the incandescent light, the fierce young man and the short-haired young man were tied back to back, their feet also bound, making it impossible for them to move.

Wei Yuan and Mu Wanning disappeared into the darkness, coldly watching the two terrified assassins.

Han Feng stood respectfully behind Wei Yuan and Mu Wanning, ready to be at their beck and call.

"Who ordered you to kill me?"

Wei Yuan spoke calmly.

The two assassins shuddered, while the crew-cut youth pursed his lips and remained silent.

The ruthless youth was somewhat flustered, but his face grew increasingly angry as he roared loudly.

"Bullshit!"

"I don't even know who you are, I'm just bored enough to kill you!"

"Release me right now!"

"Let me tell you, we're both from the White Tiger Gang. If you dare mess with us, you're dead!"

Wei Yuan was not surprised at all by the fierce young man's stubbornness, and glanced at Han Feng.

Han Feng quickly explained in a low voice.

"The White Tiger Gang is also one of the more well-known underground gangs in Deepsea City. In recent years, it has developed rapidly, and even we... oh no, the Black Dragon Gang was once overshadowed by it."

"Their territory is mainly concentrated in the southern part of the city, and their main businesses are underground boxing, dog fighting, and gambling smuggling."

"Many of the core members were recruited from boxers who participated in boxing matches. They were all very brave and fierce, extremely ruthless, and as difficult to deal with as mad dogs."

Wei Yuan suddenly realized, but his expression remained unchanged, and he spoke calmly.

"I don't care if you're from the White Tiger Gang or the Black Tiger Gang, all I want to know is who's behind you."

You have ten seconds to consider.

"10, 9,8,7,6..."

Wei Yuan began the countdown, and the fierce young man and the crew-cut young man panicked when they saw that Wei Yuan was not afraid of the White Tiger Hall's reputation at all.

"Big brother..."

The young man with the buzz cut whispered something, his voice trembling slightly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Betraying one's employer is better than betraying one's own life!

The ruthless youth's pupils trembled, his eyes hesitant, but in the end he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He was gambling that Wei Yuan wouldn't dare to touch him.

In his view, Wei Yuan was just bluffing. Even if he was ruthless, he might not dare to actually kill the people of the White Tiger Hall.

Once the secret is leaked, the White Tiger Hall will definitely seek revenge, and Wei Yuan will certainly be no match for them!

More importantly, traitors are the most taboo thing in their line of work.

If he betrays his employer today, and the news reaches the White Tiger Hall, he will still die.

Since death is inevitable either way, it's better to hold on until the very end; perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope.

Once the decision was made, the fear in the fierce young man's eyes vanished, leaving only extreme ferocity and arrogance.

He suddenly looked up and angrily cursed at Wei Yuan.

"Keep dreaming!"

"Trying to get information out of me? I suggest you give up now!"

"The people of the White Tiger Hall have never been spineless enough to betray their employers. You may kill or torture them as you please. There is absolutely no way I would betray the hall!"

Just as Wei Yuan finished counting down, his face showed no surprise whatsoever; he maintained his calm and indifferent demeanor throughout.

He merely turned his head slightly and glanced at Han Feng beside him.

Han Feng instantly understood, a chilling aura flashing in his eyes, and strode forward without saying a word.

He held a cold, black pistol in his palm, the very weapon he had confiscated from the ruthless youth.

Without hesitation, without doubt, and without a single unnecessary word.

Han Feng raised his hand, aimed, and pulled the trigger with swift and clean movements.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot suddenly rang out, shattering the deathly silence of the warehouse.

A blinding flash of light disappeared in an instant, and the bullet pierced the head of the vicious young man with pinpoint accuracy.

The fierce young man's pupils suddenly dilated, his body stiffened abruptly, and then he collapsed heavily to the ground, completely lifeless.

Warm blood splattered out, splashing all over the young man's head and face, and the pungent smell of blood instantly filled the entire warehouse.

"what!"

Caught off guard, the crew-cut youth let out a piercing scream, his voice distorted and broken.

His whole body was convulsing and trembling violently. His hands and feet were tightly bound by ropes, and he could only desperately twist his body. His eyes were filled with utter fear, despair, and disbelief!

Wei Yuan actually dared to kill them?

Isn't he afraid of retaliation from the White Tiger Hall?

Before he could recover from his extreme terror, the icy, bone-chilling muzzle of a gun was already pressed firmly against his forehead, the chilling metallic touch making the hairs on his body stand on end.

Han Feng's eyes were as cold as frost, his tone devoid of any warmth, and he rebuked sharply.

"Answer our boss's question: Who exactly ordered you to assassinate him?"

As he spoke, Han Feng's finger was on the trigger, ready to pull it at any moment!

Under the threat of the scorching gun barrel and the thick smoke, the crew-cut youth was completely terrified.

All pride and concerns vanished into thin air.

He dared not hide anything any longer and hurriedly began to confess, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll confess everything!"

"Yes, this is a task personally assigned by our White Tiger Gang leader!"

"The information about us following you at the hospital, including your license plate number, was all directly provided to us by the boss!"

"We were just following orders; we really didn't know who was behind us. From beginning to end, only our boss dealt with us directly!"

"Please, spare my life! I'm just a lowly errand boy, I really didn't know anything!"

Upon hearing this, Han Feng turned to look at Wei Yuan in the shadows, the muzzle of his gun still pressed against the forehead of the crew-cut youth, quietly awaiting further instructions.

In the dim light, Wei Yuan's lips slowly curved into a faint smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes, only a knowing coldness.

He had long suspected that Liu Ding was the person behind it all.

The evidence presented by this young man with the buzz cut further corroborates this point.

Apart from Liu Ding, no one else knew that he was in the hospital and knew his private car license plate number.

Wei Yuan raised his hand, gesturing for Han Feng to come closer.

Han Feng immediately leaned closer, and Wei Yuan whispered a few quick instructions in his ear.

Upon hearing this, Han Feng nodded repeatedly, immediately took out his phone, made a call, and gave a few brief instructions.

Within minutes, someone rushed over and brought in a high-definition camera.

Han Feng instructed them to quickly drag away and clean up the body of the vicious young man on the ground, and then had someone clean up the panicked, short-haired young man, wiping the blood off his face, leaving him kneeling on the ground, his body tense and trembling.

With everything ready, Han Feng steadily set up the camera, pointing the lens directly at the young man with the buzz cut.

Han Feng quickly typed a message on his phone, handed it to the crew-cut youth, and gave a cold, hard command.

"Write this down, and read it aloud in front of the camera later, word for word. If you make even half a mistake, you'll be responsible for the consequences."

The young man with the buzz cut trembled uncontrollably, daring not to disobey in the slightest.

He swallowed hard, memorizing the words so carefully that he dared not make a single mistake, and nodded fearfully to Han Feng.

Upon seeing this, Han Feng turned on the camera.

The young man with the buzz cut stared at the dark camera lens, his voice trembling with extreme fear, as he clearly confessed to the camera, word by word.

"I am a member of the White Tiger Hall. This time, I was ordered by Liu Ding, the president of Dingsheng Group, to assassinate Wei Yuan..."

In the darkness, Wei Yuan stood quietly, listening to the clear confession on the camera, a confident smile slowly spreading across his face.

That's it!

With this video recording, Liu Ding is now completely doomed; not even a god could save him!