"You... who are you! You can't kill me! I belong to Lord Ba! If Lord Ba finds out, he will hunt you down to the ends of the earth! No matter how strong you are, you will die!!!"

Fear was written all over Xiong Wu's face, his fatty cheeks quivering, but his words were fierce and violent, hoping to intimidate the other party with Lord Ba's name.

However, Ye Feng's expression remained extremely calm, without the slightest fluctuation from beginning to end:

"I don't know who Lord Ba is, I just want to know, what color is your heart!"

Ye Feng's words were chilling, and they made Xiong Wu shudder upon reaching his ears:

"No! No! No! You don't need to see, my heart is red! I have never killed a person, I am a good person, and the hearts of good people are red! It's all them, these corpses were all killed by them! It has nothing to do with me!"

Seeing that Ye Feng didn't even know who Lord Ba was, Xiong Wu felt a depressed urge to vomit blood. He could only retract the ferocity from his face and quickly shift the blame to his subordinates:

"I'm telling the truth! I'm just in charge of collecting debts, those killings were done by them, the limbs were chopped off by them, and the women were deceived by them, it really has nothing to do with me! Let me go, please let me go!"

Xiong Wu wasn't ready to die yet; he had made a fortune from Lord Ba, he had several mistresses waiting for him to have fun with, he had a brother who would protect him, and he did not want to die so miserably.

However, Ye Feng was indifferent to his words, and now the dagger in his hand slowly extended toward Xiong Wu like the Death Scythe, adding a dense layer of panic and insanity to Xiong Wu's fear-stricken face.

"If you want me to die, you go die first!!!"

Horrific rage twisted Xiong Wu's face, his eyes blood-red, like a wild beast fighting desperately. He raised his palm, and the dark muzzle of a gun pointed directly at Ye Feng.

A police gun!

This gun was precisely He Dongqiang's police gun!

At that moment, a sinister smile flashed across Xiong Wu's face, and his finger twitched, ready to pull the trigger.

But just then, the smile on his face froze instantly. He looked down to see a dagger already plunged into his chest.

Xiong Wu's pupils began to dilate. He wanted to fire his gun, to blow away the assassin who had gouged out his heart, but his finger couldn't muster any strength.

Bang!

Xiong Wu's body fell to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust, his eyes still wide open, filled with intense fear and unwillingness.

Only after Xiong Wu was completely dead did He Dongqiang finally let out a long sigh of relief, then turned to look at Ye Feng with eyes full of gratitude and fear!

"Thank you... you..."

He Dongqiang knew that if it hadn't been for Ye Feng, he would have certainly died, and even his family might have been implicated. At the moment, he was extremely grateful to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng just nodded, then went straight back to the rooms to check them one by one. After confirming there were no other villains, he finally relaxed.

"This... young man, even though all the evildoers here have been killed, you must still be careful in the future. It would be best for you to leave Mingzhu City forever!"

He Dongqiang, who was more familiar with the situation in Mingzhu City, advised Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was taken aback, then asked, "Who is that Lord Ba? Is he very powerful?"

Seeing that Ye Feng didn't even know who Ba Ye was, He Dongqiang immediately confirmed that the other party wasn't from Mingzhu City, otherwise, it was impossible not to have heard of Huang Batian!

"In Mingzhu City, there are two people with the highest reputation! North Kowloon Ninth Uncle, and South Ba Tian! The fame of these two men even surpasses that of the heads of the Four Great Families! Among them, the North Kowloon Ninth Uncle refers to the underground emperor of Mingzhu City, the Ninth Uncle of the Kowloon Gang! And South Ba Tian is the owner of the Batian Clubhouse—Huang Batian, better known as Ba Ye!"

Fearing that Ye Feng would suffer disadvantages in Mingzhu City in the future, He Dongqiang proceeded to explain:

"Huang Batian is someone who has influence in both the underworld and lawful society! He doesn't fight for territory, nor does he engage in gang activities, but his prestige among underground forces is second only to the Ninth Uncle! Moreover, Huang Batian is skilled in business; his Batian Clubhouse includes an underground boxing ring, massage parlors, and casinos! Aside from this, Huang Batian has close relationships with high-ranking officials! From the perspective of the lawful side, Huang Batian's fame even surpasses that of the Ninth Uncle!"

He Dongqiang provided a very detailed introduction, and upon hearing this, Ye Feng's pupils contracted.

It's always tricky dealing with guys who have a hand in both the underworld and lawful society!

Nevertheless, Ye Feng was unconcerned. Huang Batian might be capable of calling the shots in Mingzhu City, but on the broader scale of China, let alone internationally, he counted for little.

Right then, Ye Feng simply nodded at He Dongqiang, then walked straight into a room and freed all the women who were tied up.

These women had seen everything that had happened in the courtyard and were now sobbing loudly, expressing their joy at having survived a disaster.

Ye Feng didn't linger; he turned and went to the room where the young beggars were detained and kicked the door open with a foot, before stepping inside.

The room was pitch dark, faintly exuding stenches that were hard to bear, and had around seventy to eighty little beggars hiding in the corners, staring at Ye Feng with faces full of panic.

Ye Feng noticed in the room there were feeding troughs containing rotten leftovers, as if they were feeding pigs, without even the most basic bowls and chopsticks.

And there was no toilet; each little beggar did their business in a corner, which contributed to the foul smell permeating the air.

Looking at those skinny and fragile little figures, and their young, terrified faces, Ye Feng felt a heaviness in his heart.

Had he not been taken in by Li Qingshan, had he remained a street wanderer, perhaps he too would have been captured by villains, his limbs broken, just like these young beggars, to be used as tools for others to make money with.

While Ye Feng's emotions were in turmoil, a little hand grabbed his clothing—it was the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

Her frame was scrawny as if made of twigs, her little face covered in black mud, her features barely visible, but her eyes were extraordinarily beautiful. At this moment, they shimmered with intense hope:

"Big...big brother, can you save him? He's about to die..."

The little girl spoke pitifully while pointing to a corner of the room.

There lay a young beggar in the corner, his body seemingly covered in blood, with pale, paper-like complexion and cracked lips. Both of his legs had been completely chopped off, and although the wounds had begun to scab over, blood was still oozing out.

Ye Feng immediately walked over to inspect the young beggar's condition and then shook his head with a bitter expression:

"He's already dead..."

Ye Feng's voice was somewhat hoarse, and upon hearing this, the rest of the little beggars in the room looked visibly disheartened. Although they were accustomed to the deaths of their companions, they were still extremely distressed.

"Big brother, there are still a lot of people locked in the cellar! Can you...can you save them?"

The little girl spoke again to Ye Feng, who nodded, and then, led by the girl, walked towards a corner of the room.

PS: Today's four chapters have been updated. Don't wait up after you're done reading!

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.