Baicang walked unhurriedly through the corpses and stopped in front of the kneeling young man.
The young man looked about seventeen or eighteen. Dressed in a finely tailored white suit, he had the air of a pampered young gentleman from high society.
But the way he knelt on the floor begging for mercy was even less dignified than the Triad Gang officers who had fought for their lives earlier.
"Are you a Professional Hero with the Hero Association?"
Baicang's voice held not a trace of emotion. Anyone hanging around with the Triad Gang this late at night was probably no good. Judging by the banquet tables filling the hall, the young man seemed more like a business partner.
"N-no! I'm not a hero! They forced me to come..." Seeing Baicang's icy gaze, the young man hurried to explain.
Stall for time! His bodyguards and some of the Triad Gang officers were in another room. As long as...
"Aah!"
Baicang impatiently raised a finger and pointed it at the young man. A laser pierced his thigh. Looking down at him as he screamed on the floor, Baicang said, "I don't like telling lies, and I like being lied to even less."
As a man who lied as easily as he drank water, Baicang could tell at a glance that the young man was spouting bullshit.
The young man slumped against the edge of the platform, both hands clamped over his bleeding wound. His face twisted in pain, tears mingling with snot.
When he noticed Baicang raising his finger again, he blurted out, "I'll talk! I'll talk! I'm with the Jiuyuan Group, which funds the Hero Association! I was actually here today to discuss business with the Triad Gang!"
"The Jiuyuan Group? Business?" Baicang kept his finger raised, signaling for him to