In a very secluded bungalow, the light was extremely dim. All the windows had thick curtains, and the only bulb hung in the center of the beam.

In the corner, two unremarkable middle-aged men were tied up in chairs, their mouths stuffed with rags, blood oozing from their foreheads, and their clothes stained with blood all over, clearly having suffered quite a bit.

Niu Da stood in front of them, playing with a baseball bat wrapped in iron wire in his hand, the tip of the bat pressing against one man's cheek, his eyes gloomy: "I'll give you one last chance. Who sent you? What's your purpose?"

The man on the left abruptly turned his head, producing a low growl from his throat, his expression fierce, obviously not intimidated.

The man on the right was slightly trembling, but his eyes showed no sign of compromise either.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound from the iron gate outside the courtyard. Niu Da put down the baseball bat and turned to open the door.

The person who came was Qi Yun. After entering, he asked Niu Da, "Have they talked?"

Niu Da wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a muffled voice, "They're really tough, their mouths are like they're welded shut. Been asking for hours, only got grunts, nothing more."

"The calluses on their hands show they're not just ordinary thugs."

Qi Yun nodded, walked up to the two tied men, scanned them once with his eyes, then reached out to remove the rags from their mouths, asking in a gloomy tone, "Can we talk now?"

Both men looked at him. Although they appeared extremely weak, their words were still firm: "There's nothing to talk about."

Qi Yun wasn't angry. He pulled over a chair from the side, sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, took a puff, and then said in a flat tone, "The ones who killed Qiu Jiahao were your associates, right?"

"You guys are pretty ruthless. Not long after offing the old man, you turned around and offed him."

After hearing this, the two's expressions clearly froze for a moment, but they remained silent.

Qi Yun sneered, took out his phone and snapped a photo of each man, then sent them to Ma Baoguo.

Before finishing a cigarette, a message came back.

Qi Yun looked at the content on the phone and slowly started speaking, "Liu Jinshan, born in 1988, went abroad to Laos in 2016..."

As he continued to provide information, the expressions on the faces of the two tied men finally began to change.

After finishing reading their information, Qi Yun stood up from the chair and extinguished the cigarette butt, "Indeed, I'm not going to kill you myself."

"However, I can hand you over to the police's task force."

"Oh, you might not know, officially, Qiu Jiahao's case is closed, but secretly, someone's been digging to get to you."

"Guys like you, doing the dirty work, know what happens if you go inside. I don't need to spell it out, do I?"

After Qi Yun finished speaking slowly, a clear struggle and panic appeared in the eyes of the two.

Just as Qi Yun said, they didn't believe Qi Yun dared kill them. After all, the information they gathered indicated Qi Yun lived a very clean life, nothing like Luo Yang, that kind of crime boss.

Other than having a streak of good luck and making lots of money, he was also a city committee member.

A successful person like him, as long as they weren't crazy, wouldn't want blood on their hands.

Yet, Qi Yun's last words pierced deeply into their hearts.

If they were really handed over to the task force, they'd end up just like Qiu Jiahao, after all, silencing them was much easier than getting them out.

There's even the possibility they'd end things themselves, as they all have families...

At this thought, the man on the right was already pale, large beads of sweat rolling down his face.

Qi Yun glanced at his watch and added, "Given the ruthless style of your superiors, even if you stay stubborn and uncooperative, as soon as news of your capture gets out, your families probably won't fare too well either."

"If you talk now, maybe you can still ensure their safety."

This sentence completely broke down the psychological defense of the man on the right. Everyone has their own weakness, and his was his family.

In the next second, he jerked his head up, his lips trembling, voice choked with sobs, "Save... save my family! I'll talk! I'll tell everything!"

Liu Jinshan on the left was so angry his eyes turned red, and he shouted, "You fucking..."

Before he could finish, Niu Da grabbed him by the back of the neck and then swung the baseball bat right at his mouth, "Stay down!"

With that swing, Liu Jinshan lost two front teeth, blood flowing from his mouth smearing his whole face.

The man on the right no longer cared about him and cried out to Qi Yun, "Brother Biao! Brother Biao sent us! The purpose was to monitor you round the clock!"

Qi Yun's eyes narrowed, as he sat back on his chair, placed a cigarette into the man's mouth and lit it for him, only then did he speak lightly, "Tell me about this Brother Biao."

The man took two deep drags on the cigarette, calmed down, and slowly started speaking, "Brother Biao's real name is Li Biao. We used to know each other from doing jobs overseas, last... last year, he called me, said he had connected with a big shot here, and all we have to do is work for this big shot."

"Not only does it pay well, but it's also easy, sometimes you go months without having to do anything, but... but the methods have to be specific, it must look like an accident..."

Qi Yun nodded and continued asking, "How many people does this Brother Biao have under him?"

"There are seven of us like me working for him! There were nine originally, but two of them just disappeared."

"Where are Brother Biao and the other five people?"

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