The True Hunter

A moment later, he heard the iron door open and someone say, "Respected Mr. Wesley, he is about to wake up."

Hearing this, Hong Fei waited for several dozen seconds before his eyelids fluttered slightly and his eyes slowly opened. He saw two people standing in front of him.

One was a bespectacled man in a suit and tie, and the person beside him was fawning and flattering, looking thoroughly obsequious.

"Sir, look, he really is awake."

Wesley pushed up his glasses and waved his hand to dismiss the man.

The metal door closed with a clang, and Wesley gradually approached Hong Fei.

"Hong Fei, of Chinese descent, a silly kid in his early twenties. Do you know why you're here?"

Hong Fei shook his head.

Wesley: "To tell you the truth, I really don't want to do this kind of thing, especially cleaning up the mess for another damn fool. You should know Hall; you angered him. Youngsters just love to score verbal points, and you should realize by now that doing that does you no good at all."

"Now, I'll give you three choices. First, sign the contract, and I can pretend what happened before never happened. Second, I'll let Hall come in to continue negotiating with you, and I don't care how he chooses to negotiate. Third, if you insist on refusing, I can only make you disappear and then use capital to take your land back."

Just listen to that, these gangsters were simply lawless.

Wesley didn't rush after finishing, just quietly pacing back and forth beside him, not sparing Hong Fei another glance.

The now-quiet environment further heightened a rather terrifying atmosphere.

A moment later, Hong Fei's voice rang out in the secret room, except this time, his tone had turned extremely calm.

"That rookie lawyer is your son, how come I don't think he looks like one?"

Hearing this, Wesley furrowed his brow, taking a quiet step back as his whole body instantly grew alert.

"Of course not, but his father is my mentor. I didn't expect his father to actually hand this matter over to that piece of trash either, otherwise, we wouldn't need to meet like this."

Wesley spoke as he retreated, seamlessly pressing his body against the wall before giving Hong Fei another careful look-over: "You seem entirely unfazed?"

Hong Fei looked with a half-smile at Wesley's hand gradually feeling along the wall: "You seem a little scared?"

Wesley's pupils suddenly contracted violently, no longer bothering to conceal it as his arm slammed toward the button on the side.

In an instant, red radiance flooded Hong Fei's pupils, the world before him transforming into shades of black and white, and Wesley's movements slowed to an exaggerated degree.

His lips pressed tightly together, the tip of his tongue moving slightly, and an extremely fine silver needle appeared in Hong Fei's mouth.

When Hong Fei's gaze made contact with Wesley's arm, a scarlet cross mark immediately appeared.

The silver needle burst forth instantly, a chilling gleam arriving in a flash, plunging with absolute precision deep into the Quchi acupoint inside Wesley's elbow.

Wesley's entire arm went numb instantly, dropping uncontrollably and limply to his side.

The red light receded from Hong Fei's eyes, and Wesley's cry of pain rang in his ears.

With a forceful shove of both arms, he violently snapped the ropes binding him, standing up and walking toward Wesley.

The true hunter often appears in the guise of the prey.

"Now it's my turn to ask you: is your dear boss, the esteemed Mr. Wilson Fisk, at home?"

Wesley clutched the hand pierced by the silver needle, a thin layer of cold sweat gradually seeping onto his forehead as he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Mr. James Wesley, you are insulting me." Hong Fei pinched Wesley's chin, forcing him to tilt his head up. "Aren't you Kingpin's most trusted assistant?"

Hearing Hong Fei refer to him by the moniker Kingpin, a flash of surprise crossed Wesley's eyes, and he instantly clamped his mouth shut, refusing to make a sound.

Seeing this, Hong Fei pulled the silver needle out from his hand, immediately causing Wesley to bare his teeth in pain. Next, Hong Fei gently removed Wesley's glasses, slowly moving the silver needle closer to the other man's pupil.

Wesley instinctively closed his eyes.

The next second, he opened his mouth in a scream, yet his head was difficult to wrench free under the control of Hong Fei's large hand.

Hong Fei didn't hesitate to drive the silver needle into his cheek; this time he didn't search for any acupoint, but brutally pierced through flesh and skin to strike the bone.

Twisting the silver needle between his fingertips, Wesley winced and bared his teeth, his body shaking wildly.

With a rather helpless look on his face, Hong Fei said, "I'm just asking you if he's home, is there any need for you to be this stubborn?"

Wesley still remained silent. Sighing, Hong Fei pulled out the silver needle and casually stabbed it in again.

Repeating this several times, long thin streaks of blood had already appeared across Wesley's face. Even though he was in agonizing pain that brought forth streams of cold sweat and gasps of air, he still refused to crack.

"Fine, you brought this on yourself, and this is my first time doing this too."

With that, he forcefully pried open Wesley's eyes, the silver needle at his fingertips stabbing in diagonally from the inner corner of the eye, causing Wesley's tears to instantly gush forth in a flood.

Watching the silver needle sunk deep into the eye socket with its tail end trembling slightly, Wesley finally could not bear it any longer.

"Not at all! He's not home!"

"Then where did he go?"

"He went to talk business, he won't be back until tomorrow!"

Looking at Wesley's twitching eyelids, Hong Fei said, "If you don't want to go blind, hold it and don't blink. How many people are here?"

"Over thirty."

"Are there guns?"

"Most of them have them."

"Where is the warehouse?"

Wesley suddenly fell silent.

Hong Fei gently nudged the silver needle with his thumb pad, and Wesley immediately cried out in intense pain, "I know, it's right underneath this villa, plus the docks in the south and east ends of the city. That's all I know!"

"Very good." Hong Fei smiled and pulled out a voice recorder. "I think we've reached a very solid gentlemen's agreement, wouldn't you say?"

Wesley stared incredulously at the voice recorder, looking at it again and again before finally nodding with a heavy sigh.

Hong Fei pulled out the silver needle, his fingers making a quick turn, and the needle vanished.

He helped Wesley stand up, then added, "Just clearing out your tear ducts for you, don't be scared. Hurry up and wipe yourself off, it's time for us to head out."

A moment later, a red-eyed Wesley personally sent Hong Fei away from the villa. Along the way, the two chatted and laughed, and Hong Fei deliberately lowered his posture, looking as though Wesley had successfully brought him to heel.

When he returned home, the morning sun had already risen.

After calling Frank and the others upstairs with a phone call, Hong Fei said with a gloomy face, "I was kidnapped."

Hearing this, several of them immediately wore blank looks.

Hong Fei retorted irritably, "The reason you can still see me sitting here right now is because I was kidnapped out for a spin and came back by myself! And yet you guys slept the entire night without noticing."

Number One, Number Two, and Number Three immediately lowered their heads in apology.

Frank, however, furrowed his brow: "Who did it?"

"Naturally, Kingpin's men. But Kingpin doesn't know about this, and even less does he know that I've already turned his assistant." Hong Fei sighed, holding up two fingers. "Two things. First, you three—Number One—hurry up and find a place big and private enough; we're moving as soon as possible, this house isn't suitable for remodeling. Second, Frank, where are my cannons?"

Frank: "The docks, in containers. But are you sure you want to open fire in the city?"

"What else? Buy them to sleep and cuddle with?"