The True Hunter

A moment later, he heard the iron door open, and someone said, "Mr. Wesley, he's about to wake up."

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

One was a man in a suit and glasses, and the person beside him was smiling obsequiously, his flattery evident.

"Sir, look, he's awake indeed."

Wesley adjusted his glasses and waved the man away.

The metal door clanged shut, and Wesley gradually approached Hong Fei.

"Hong Fei, Chinese, a young man in his early twenties. Do you know why you're here?"

Hong Fei shook his head.

Wesley: "To be honest, I really don't want to do this, especially cleaning up after another damned kid. Hall, you should know him. You angered him. Young people love to run their mouths, and you should know now that it doesn't do you any good."

"Now, I'll give you three choices. First, sign the contract, and I can pretend none of this happened before. Second, I'll let Hall come in and continue negotiating with you; I don't care how he negotiates. Third, if you insist on refusing, I can only make you disappear and then use capital to take back your territory."

Listen to this, these gangsters are lawless.

After Wesley finished speaking, he didn't rush. He just paced quietly nearby, not looking at Hong Fei again.

The quiet environment now highlighted a rather terrifying atmosphere.

A moment later, Hong Fei's voice echoed in the secret room, but this time, his tone was extremely calm.

"That rookie lawyer is your son, but I don't feel like it?"

Hearing this, Wesley frowned, subtly stepped back, and became instantly alert.

"Of course not, but his father is my teacher. I didn't expect his father to hand over this matter to that good-for-nothing. Otherwise, we wouldn't have to meet like this."

Wesley spoke as he retreated, subtly pressing his body against the wall. Then he looked Hong Fei up and down again: "You seem to be fearless?"

Hong Fei looked at Wesley's hand, which was gradually touching the wall, with a half-smile: "You seem a little scared?"

Wesley's pupils suddenly contracted. He could no longer hide it and suddenly slammed his arm towards a button beside him.

In an instant, red light surged into Hong Fei's pupils, and the world before his eyes turned black and white. Wesley's movements slowed to an exaggerated degree.

His lips pressed together, and his tongue moved slightly. An extremely thin silver needle appeared in Hong Fei's mouth.

When Hong Fei's gaze fell on Wesley's arm, a scarlet cross mark immediately appeared.

The silver needle shot out instantly, its cold glint arriving in a flash, precisely and deeply embedding itself into the Quchi acupoint in Wesley's elbow.

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

The red light in Hong Fei's eyes receded, and he heard Wesley's pained cry.

Using his arms, he violently broke the ropes binding him and stood up, walking towards Wesley.

A true hunter often appears as prey.

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

Wesley clutched the hand that had been pierced by the silver needle, a thin layer of cold sweat gradually forming on his forehead. He shook his head: "I don't know."

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

Hearing Hong Fei refer to him as Kingpin, a flicker of surprise flashed in Wesley's eyes. He then tightly shut his mouth, refusing to speak.

Seeing this, Hong Fei pulled the silver needle from his hand, causing him to grimace in pain. Then, Hong Fei gently took off Wesley's glasses and slowly moved the silver needle towards the man's pupils.

Wesley instinctively closed his eyes.

The next second, he opened his mouth and screamed, but his head was under Hong Fei's control, making it difficult to break free.

Hong Fei, without hesitation, inserted the silver needle into his cheek. This time, he didn't find any acupoint but roughly pierced through the flesh to the bone.

Fingers twisting the silver needle, Wesley grimaced in pain, his body trembling.

Hong Fei said with a look of helplessness: "I'm just asking if he's home. Do you have to be so stubborn?"

Wesley remained silent. Hong Fei sighed, pulled out the silver needle, and then casually inserted it again.

After several repetitions, thin streaks of blood appeared on Wesley's face. Despite the pain, cold sweat pouring down, and gasping for breath, he still remained stubborn.

"Alright, you forced me. This is the first time I've done this."

With that, he forcefully pried open Wesley's eyes, and the silver needle at his fingertips quickly pierced diagonally from the inner corner of his eye. Tears immediately gushed from Wesley's eyes.

Watching the silver needle, more than half of which had penetrated his eye socket, with its tip trembling slightly, Wesley finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"He's not here! He's not home!"

"Then where did he go?"

"He went to talk business. He'll be back tomorrow!"

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

"Over thirty."

"Do they have guns?"

"Most of them do."

"Where's the warehouse?"

Wesley suddenly fell silent.

Hong Fei gently pushed the silver needle with his fingertip, and Wesley immediately cried out in pain, "I know, it's right under this villa, and also at the docks in the south and east of the city. That's all I know!"

"Very good." Hong Fei smiled and took out a voice recorder. "I think we've reached a very solid gentleman's agreement, don't you agree?"

Wesley stared at the voice recorder in disbelief, then finally sighed and nodded.

Hong Fei pulled out the silver needle, flicked his finger, and the needle disappeared.

He helped Wesley to his feet and said, "Just clearing out your tear ducts, don't be scared. Hurry up and wipe your eyes, we need to go."

A moment later, Wesley, with red eyes, personally saw Hong Fei off from the villa. The two chatted and laughed on the way, and Hong Fei deliberately lowered his stance, making it seem as if Wesley had successfully subdued him.

When he returned home, the sun had already risen.

After summoning Frank and the others upstairs by phone, Hong Fei said with a grim expression, "I was kidnapped."

The group immediately looked confused.

Hong Fei said irritably, "The reason you can still see me sitting here is because I was kidnapped, taken on a trip, and came back on my own! And you guys slept the entire night without noticing."

Number One, Number Two, and Number Three immediately lowered their heads and apologized.

Frank, however, frowned. "Who did it?"

"Kingpin's subordinates, of course. But Kingpin doesn't know about this, and he certainly doesn't know that I've already turned his assistant." Hong Fei sighed and held up two fingers. "Two things. First, Number One, you three find a place that's big enough and private enough. We need to move as soon as possible, this house isn't suitable for modifications. Second, Frank, where's my cannon?"

Frank: "The docks, in a container. But are you sure you want to fire it in the city?"

"What else? Buy it to hug while sleeping?"