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The two of them didn’t encounter any attacks while searching the secret warehouse.

“Seems like there’s a passage below?” Hu Beng gestured toward Pei Jinye.

“Can it be opened?” Pei Jinye stepped forward to help.

After they opened the passage, a flock of crows, startled by the light, flapped toward them.

Hu Beng quickly raised his hand to protect himself, never expecting Pei Jinye’s Triangular Military Dagger to swiftly clear the crows in front of them.

Noticing the astonished look from Hu Beng, Pei Jinye turned his head calmly, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Hu Beng forced a laugh and looked away.

For some reason, he suddenly became very cautious around Pei Jinye.

In fact, ever since he had witnessed Pei Jinye’s terrifying killing power at the assassination scene the night before, he had been wary of this newcomer, and now he felt even more that the newcomer was a man of “decisive slaughter” who must not be provoked.

They went down the stairs into the basement.

Pei Jinye, holding a flashlight high, led the way down, with Hu Beng following behind, feeling inexplicably safe.

The messy basement was dusty and seemed to have been long abandoned.

However, this time Hu Beng played a significant role; he actually found a strand of hair in the 300-plus square meter basement.

Seemingly embarrassed by Pei Jinye’s gaze, he chuckled, “My ability is related to meticulous observation.”

Pei Jinye nodded thoughtfully, “Take the hair back for identification. The equipment here shows signs of having been moved… there’s been no one here for at least half a month.”

“There’s also a secret room.” Hu Beng suddenly lowered his voice, looking at Pei Jinye with suspicion, “Why do I have a bad feeling? Can you smell the stench?”

Pei Jinye gripped the Triangular Military Dagger tightly.

Hu Beng searched for a long time but couldn’t find the entrance to the secret room; in the end, it was Pei Jinye who, with wild gestures, used the Triangular Military Dagger to pierce the wall and tear it open, causing half the wall to roll away.

Hu Beng was stunned.

“Damn it!”

Pei Jinye ignored his shock, shined his flashlight inside, and found a torture room hidden there, with dark wooden surfaces soaked with who knows how much blood, and countless torture devices, almost all with traces of blood on them.

“Damn, what the hell is this place?”

With a “boom,”

the iron door at the entrance to the basement suddenly closed.

Hu Beng’s face changed drastically, sensing trouble.

“Someone’s there!”

He hurried out to try and contact headquarters with his radio, but discovered there was no signal in the basement, meaning he was completely cut off from the outside world.

Before he could reach the stairs, there was another “clang” from the iron door, as if something heavy was pressing against it, followed by the sound of welding, indicating someone was trying to seal them in.

“Who’s out there! You are suspected of illegally detaining members of the Federation Investigation Team! Stop immediately!”

But the person outside paid no attention.

The welding continued.

The sound of the welding even drowned out Hu Beng’s voice.

Hu Beng panicked, rushing to the iron door to try to push it open.

But the door was scalding hot from the welding; as soon as he touched it, he had to draw back immediately, searing pain overwhelming him.

Just as he was about to turn back,

Pei Jinye had already finished gathering evidence at the scene and came over.

“Get out of the way.”

Hu Beng stepped aside.

Pei Jinye braced his hands on the railings and leapt up sharply.

His high-top combat boots kicked the iron door about a meter and a half off the ground.

“Clang!”

A boot print indented the iron door.

The wall connected to the door shook, spraying out grey-black dust and debris.

Then,

another kick.

Suddenly, a “thud” came from outside, followed by a scream.

Seemingly, the heavy object blocking the door had fallen on the mysterious person welding.

“Save me”

A cry for help came from outside.

Below the iron gate.

Pei Jinye raised his head, a cold smirk spreading mercilessly across his lips.

He raised a leg.

Gathering strength.

Another kick.

“Bang!”

This time, the 1.5-meter-long iron gate was kicked directly out, several screws bursting forth like hidden weapons in all directions, clinking clearly in the night.

Two figures at the entrance, one fat and one thin, turned their heads in astonishment, watching aghast as a figure emerged from inside like a terrifying demon head, bellowing out of the Demon Dao of hell, his absurdly hysterical aura explosively released.

Both were scared stiff.

The next second, their jaws were dislocated!

Pei Jinye extended his hand, grabbed the fat one in front of him, and lifted him off the ground one-handed, gripping the sides of his jaw, and tilted his head to look—he wasn’t hiding any poison.

“Who sent you?”

The fat man struggled frantically, terrified.

His arms failed to reach out.

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

Two distinct sounds of bone fracture echoed, and the thin man, pinned to the ground by a huge stone disk, was so terrified by Pei Jinye’s ruthless killing intent that he dared not wail on the spot.

Even Hu Beng, who had just scrambled out in disarray, was somewhat panic-stricken.

At this moment, he was just thankful that he was Pei Jinye’s teammate.

Otherwise…

Pei Jinye, holding the fat man’s head, slammed it into the wall three times—”bam, bam, bam.” The fat man let out a heart-wrenching scream, as the pain, with his jaw dislocated, shot straight to his soul, utterly dispelling any thoughts of a sneak attack.

Hu Beng watched, aghast.

Was this new guy formerly a gangster? He was so ruthless.

He moved to the thin man’s side. The thin man shook all over in fright, babbling pleas for mercy.

Hu Beng gestured to the one being tortured by Pei Jinye and said, “Be good, tell the truth, or this will be your end, understand?”

The thin man nodded hurriedly.

Hu Beng touched his jaw and with a “pop,” set it back in place, eliciting a scream of agony from the thin man.

Hu Beng grinned sheepishly, “Sorry, first time setting a bone. Don’t move; I’ll try again.”

The thin man inwardly cursed Hu Beng’s ancestors for generations.

“Crack.”

Jaw restored.

Before the thin man could scramble his thoughts for a plan, a gun suddenly appeared in front of him, its barrel pressed against his nose.

The thin man stiffened.

His expression frozen, he dared not twitch.

“Big, big brother… I don’t know anything, really.”

“Who sent you, who ordered you to seal the door?” Hu Beng, seeing how fierce Pei Jinye looked next door, mimicked him and spoke fiercely, “I made it clear what, you can hear me, but you still sealed the door, and you were welding! Do you know I could legally shoot you dead right now?”

The thin man pleaded painfully, “I really don’t know anything, even if you shoot me dead, I won’t know anything.”

Hu Beng frowned.

This guy was really disposable.

Just then, a sound of something heavy hitting the ground came from behind him.

Turning his head to look.

Pei Jinye wiped the blood from his hands expressionlessly and then came over, staring at the thin man, “Has he confessed?”

The sight of Pei Jinye approaching made a large drop of cold sweat roll down the thin man’s forehead, and his body began to tremble.

Soon, screams echoed through the warehouse.

Hu Beng silently stood at the entrance, gazing blankly at the sky.

So, it takes a real villain to grind down another villain.

At that moment.

Pei Jinye came over and casually said, “Have you called headquarters? Everything has been confessed, but we left one alive. Should we silence him?”

Hu Beng opened his mouth wide.

“Damn it, brother, please don’t be like this; I’m so scared!”