This private estate was completely unknown to outsiders as Arcade's private property!
However, Wang Lin, who had been secretly investigating Arcade for a long time, knew that Arcade had been searching the black market for a matching heart for his son, who suffered from a heart condition!
After months of investigation, Wang Lin discovered that Arcade was involved with a gang that trafficked human organs, so he had Tolja follow this lead.
But Wang Lin hadn't expected to receive a call from Wan Yunting today, asking for help finding his captured niece, and now, by sheer coincidence, they were entangled with Arcade.
"How long has that little girl been taken inside?" Wang Lin asked, pulling out his phone to call Wan Yunting…
"Fifteen minutes."
Tolja was Wang Lin's informant. He had been lurking around the estate all afternoon, observing.
Because Arcade's son was being brought here today, Wang Lin had instructed Tolja to keep watch.
When Wang Lin called Wan Yunting, the call showed the recipient was offline, causing him to frown. Hearing from Tolja that the girl had been inside for twenty minutes, he knew the situation was urgent. Any further delay might mean the surgery was already underway.
However, because this matter involved General Arcade, Wang Lin understood that his superiors were likely already bribed by the other party!
Therefore, the only way now was for him to enter the estate himself and obtain the evidence of Arcade's collusion with the organ trafficking gang!
Once the evidence was made public through the media, Arcade's power would be useless.
"Let's go, we're going in…"
Wang Lin wasted no more time. He had to infiltrate the estate now to find Cheng Wan'er and hopefully rescue her while obtaining evidence of Arcade's crimes…
Meanwhile, Wan Yunting, sitting in a minivan, saw it drive into a remote village on the outskirts of Subang Valley about forty minutes later.
However, because his phone had not been charged in time, it was now turned off.
As the minivan slowly entered the village, hundreds of three-wheeled carts, filled with people, began pouring in from all directions, converging on the village…
Wan Yunting knew that tonight would be a fierce battle!
Soon, the minivan stopped in an open square. On a high platform, a single sofa was placed. On a small table beside it sat a bottle of foreign liquor and a glass, along with a plate of grapes and an ashtray.
A man with silver hair, dressed in a white suit and shining white leather shoes, sat on the sofa on the high platform with a nonchalant air, a cigar in his hand. Seeing Wan Yunting get out of the minivan, the silver-haired man grinned wickedly.
*Swish…*
Suddenly, a group of young men rushed out, numbering between seven to eight hundred, with more people still on their way. Each of them carried various knives, clubs, and sticks. They surrounded Wan Yunting in the center, their expressions ferocious. These were the subordinates of the local Leng Shao's faction…
Wan Yunting remained composed, unfazed by the display. He took the last puff of his cigarette, then dropped it on the ground and ground it out with the tip of his shoe. He then looked up at the silver-haired man sitting on the high platform, surrounded by leaders from various factions.
"Is this what you prepared for me?"
Wan Yunting scanned the people around him, his gaze cold and sharp.
But in the next moment, his demeanor changed, and his aura exploded. He looked up at the silver-haired man on the high platform and shouted, channeling his inner energy, "Where is my niece? Bring her out so I can see her!"
His voice thundered, echoing throughout the entire area, causing the surrounding subordinates to change their expressions. Looking at Wan Yunting, who was surrounded in the center, they could feel the kingly aura emanating from him from afar.
Even the silver-haired man on the high platform froze for a moment. His eyes were fixed on Wan Yunting, whose gaze was like that of a bloodthirsty wolf. The immense killing intent made the silver-haired man inexplicably tremble within…
An illusion, this must be an illusion!
The silver-haired man knew Wan Yunting was a fighter, that he had killed Wu Zhongsheng and many others in Vietnam. But this time, he had gathered over a thousand subordinates.
So, the silver-haired man stood up abruptly, took two steps forward, and stared directly at Wan Yunting, who was surrounded by many subordinates below. He slowly exhaled smoke from his cigar and said with a sinister smile, "Kid, do you really think I'll let you leave here alive tonight?"
Wan Yunting's eyes were sharp, like two knives, staring at the silver-haired man on the high platform. His aura fully unleashed, he shouted domineeringly, "I want you to bring my niece out!"
The silver-haired man's eyes widened. Facing Wan Yunting's fierce gaze, he felt an inexplicable sense of fear and trepidation. But he still stood strong, especially with over a thousand subordinates present. The silver-haired man smiled coldly, "If you want to see your niece, you'll have to survive first. Attack! Kill him!"
With a single command, the over a thousand people surrounding Wan Yunting raised their knives and clubs, shouting and charging towards Wan Yunting…
At this moment, Wan Yunting's eyes widened. Seeing the first wave of youths charging towards him with knives and clubs, he knew that if he didn't instill fear in them, he would never see Wan'er.
*Ah…*
A scream, followed by a youth flying backward, crashing into a group of people behind him and knocking them to the ground…
*Clang…*
The metallic sound of iron rods colliding echoed. Wan Yunting snatched a steel rod from a youth and fiercely swung it at the shoulder of a youth behind him, forcing him to his knees. Then, with a kick, he sent the youth flying, knocking down a crowd of advancing thugs…
However, there were too many of them. Countless people surged towards Wan Yunting in the center like a tide. The clanging of knives and clubs, along with the constant screams and moans, filled the entire square…
On the high platform, the silver-haired man returned to his sofa, crossed his legs, took a sip from his wine glass, and looked up with a smug expression at the square, illuminated like daylight by several floodlights. Wan Yunting, holding a broadsword in his left hand and a steel rod in his right, moved with powerful, uninhibited swings, requiring no specific techniques.
Because in such a free-for-all battle, it was about who was more ruthless, whose movements were faster and more ferocious. Moreover, Wan Yunting harbored no guilt towards these drug dealers and criminals, so his attacks were extremely brutal. With a single blow of the rod or a slash of the sword, someone would fall to the ground, bleeding…
In less than five minutes, the ground was littered with bodies. They were either clutching their broken limbs or severed arms, blood gushing and flowing onto the concrete square, their cries of pain echoing incessantly…
This stunned the silver-haired man and the other bosses on the high platform, their eyes wide with disbelief as they witnessed the gruesome scene unfolding in the square, causing an inexplicable tremor in their hearts…
The silver-haired man's face contorted in rage as he stared intently at the man in the square, who was relentlessly cutting down his subordinates with a knife and a club. Blood had already stained his white t-shirt, but it wasn't Wan Yunting's blood; it was the blood splattered from these thug youths.