Hou Jia San Shao

Chapter 971 Infiltrate

"This is easy!"

Wan Yunting sneered, emerged from the wrecked vehicle, and continued towards the massive factory building. He soon arrived at the left side of the factory entrance, hiding among the derelict vehicles. There, he spotted a young subordinate with an Eastern face, a pistol tucked into his waist. Possibly drunk, the man was walking towards Wan Yunting, starting to unbuckle his pants to relieve himself…

Wan Yunting noticed the khaki jacket the man was wearing, a black cap on his head, and a scarf around his neck. He quietly approached and, as the man was urinating, took advantage of his drunken, unguarded state. Wan Yunting pressed two fingers against the man's pulse point on his neck, instantly knocking him unconscious. He grabbed the man and dragged him behind a wrecked car…

Quickly, Wan Yunting removed the cap and scarf from the man's head, then took off his own jacket and put on the young man's khaki one. Wan Yunting then dragged the unconscious man into a wrecked vehicle to avoid detection.

Wan Yunting slowly emerged, a pistol now at his waist. He looked at the group of people gathered at the factory entrance, drinking and celebrating. Some were already drunk and fast asleep on the ground…

It was already two in the morning. These drug dealer subordinates had no idea what their boss had called them here for tonight, so they were all relaxed, completely unaware that Wan Yunting had disguised himself as one of Liao Zhixian's subordinates and was swaggering straight into the factory…

The drug dealer subordinates gathered at the entrance paid him no mind. After all, their group consisted of people of various complexions, and since they didn't know why they were there tonight, they wouldn't recognize Wan Yunting.

He smoothly entered the large, modified vehicle workshop. To his right, he saw an office with its door open. Inside, Liao Zhixian, Frank, and a few other small leaders were drinking, playing cards, and gambling.

Wan Yunting narrowed his eyes and walked over, observing the people inside from a distance through the doorway. He noticed Belt was not there!

Before coming, he had asked Lucy to show him Belt's photo, so Wan Yunting needed to find Belt first, knowing that Jiang Wenhao was definitely in his custody!

"Hey, buddy, come here…"

At that moment, from the left side of the workshop, the five drug dealer subordinates guarding the underground entrance beckoned Wan Yunting over. However, they clearly didn't know Wan Yunting had infiltrated them, so Wan Yunting walked over with a smile, his expression natural. He looked at the five subordinates, two of whom were white, and was surprised they were having such a good time.

However, as these five subordinates gambled and drank, they showed no sense of caution or vigilance. At the same time, Wan Yunting also spotted the underground entrance, and a peculiar, pungent odor wafted from it!

"Crystal meth!"

Wan Yunting's eyes narrowed. He immediately identified it as crystal meth from the peculiar, pungent smell.

Clearly, the space below was likely for manufacturing crystal meth, and perhaps Jiang Wenhao was being held there. Wan Yunting had also checked his phone earlier; Jiang Wenhao's phone was located underground…

"Buddy, are you from H-country?"

The black subordinate who had called Wan Yunting asked.

Wan Yunting smiled and nodded, then walked over and sat down beside them. He picked up a bottle of beer from the table, took out the pistol from his waist, and used the muzzle to pop off the beer bottle cap with a "plop."

"Wow…"

This sight caused the five drug dealers to exclaim and applaud Wan Yunting.

"Come on…"

Wan Yunting held the bottle naturally, and the five subordinates also picked up their bottles, clinking them with his before taking a swig.

"Buddy, can you play cards?"

The black man asked, holding a deck of playing cards.

"Of course."

Wan Yunting replied in perfect English.

"Heh heh, bring out the money."

Another white man said with a sly grin.

They had no idea what this formidable man, Wan Yunting, was here for.

"No, no, if we're playing, let's play drinking."

Wan Yunting moved a case of beer from the table and scanned the five drug dealers with a provocative gaze, smirking, "Dare you?"

"Hey buddy, I'll take you on one-on-one."

The black drug dealer subordinate immediately stood up. Wan Yunting nodded and smiled, "Come on…"

So, Wan Yunting began to play poker and drink with them. He didn't rush to check the situation underground. To fully immerse himself in their roles, Wan Yunting was not in a hurry.

"Buddy, you're too amazing…"

In less than half an hour, Wan Yunting had successfully gotten all five of them drunk and disoriented. The black subordinate who had been so boisterous was already slumped over the table, fast asleep.

"Haha, you guys are too weak…"

Wan Yunting laughed heartily, then stood up, patted his stomach, and pointed at the underground entrance, feigning a question, "Is there a restroom down there?"

"Yes, go ahead…"

The white subordinate said, then promptly collapsed onto the table, fast asleep.

Wan Yunting smiled subtly, glanced back outside the door, and then descended into the underground corridor. The pungent smell of drug manufacturing made him raise an eyebrow. Wan Yunting walked down the corridor and reached the first iron door. Through the glass window, he could see the drug manufacturing workshop inside, with dozens of people busily engaged in making drugs…

Wan Yunting continued further down the corridor. The second iron door was locked, and the lights inside were off. However, a green glow flashed in Wan Yunting's eyes, allowing him to clearly see many boxes piled inside. Judging by the smell, he could determine they contained drugs.

Wan Yunting raised an eyebrow slightly and continued down the corridor. He then turned right, and there was an iron door that was not fully closed, but slightly ajar. He heard a woman's scream from inside. Wan Yunting tiptoed over and peered through the gap in the iron door…

"Wenhao!"

Suddenly, Wan Yunting's gaze shifted. He saw Jiang Wenhao, beaten and battered, hanging from an iron rack behind the black man. Jiang Wenhao was barely alive, which made Wan Yunting's eyes widen. Seeing Jiang Wenhao's chest subtly rise and fall, he knew he was still alive, and his worried heart finally settled.

Wan Yunting's eyes instantly became sharp, and a fierce killing intent emanated from him. He gently pushed open the iron door and appeared behind Jody Gay like a ghost.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the woman in his arms saw Wan Yunting standing behind Jody Gay and let out a soft scream of fright. Jody Gay, seeing her gaze fixed behind him, quickly tried to stand up. However, Wan Yunting's left hand formed an eagle's claw with three fingers, gripping Jody Gay's neck. With a slight pinch, his three fingers seized the cervical vertebrae. Before Jody Gay could react…

*Crack…!*

The sound of bone breaking echoed. Jody Gay didn't even have time to cry out. His body trembled violently, and then Wan Yunting flung him to the side of the sofa with his left hand…

Only then did the woman react, her eyes filled with terror and panic. As she was about to scream, Wan Yunting stepped forward and pressed a pressure point on her neck. The woman's eyes rolled back, and she slumped limply onto the sofa…

"Jody Gay, can you keep it down? You're disturbing my sleep!"

Suddenly, Belt's angry voice came from the room inside the office. Wan Yunting's gaze turned cold, and he walked directly towards that room. The iron door was not locked at all and was slightly ajar. Wan Yunting gave the iron door a gentle push, and it slowly opened. Inside, under dim light, three people lay on a large bed, two of them blonde women, and Belt in the middle…

Suddenly, Belt seemed to sense something and sat up abruptly, his eyes wide open. Seeing Wan Yunting push the door open, he shouted sternly, "Who are you?"

Wan Yunting took off his hat and looked up at Belt on the bed, a slight smile on his lips, "What, you don't recognize me?"

One of the women quickly turned on the light. Belt, sitting on the bed, looked at Wan Yunting standing at the doorway. His eyes widened in shock, and he exclaimed, "You, you're that Chinese guy?"

"It seems you've seen my photo!" Wan Yunting said with a playful smile.

Belt's heart was filled with shock and disbelief as he looked at Wan Yunting. He hadn't expected the man to appear before him so silently, and clearly, no one outside had noticed him.

For a moment, their eyes met. Suddenly, Belt pushed the woman to his right away and grabbed a gold-inlaid diamond pistol from the bedside table. The muzzle instantly pointed at Wan Yunting…

"Ah…"

But in the next second, he cried out in pain. A silver needle had struck his right wrist, causing the pistol to fall onto the quilt. The two women on either side of him also screamed, but Wan Yunting then flicked two more silver needles, piercing their necks. They instantly became weak and collapsed onto the bed.

Belt quickly reached for the pistol with his left hand, intending to pull the trigger, but Wan Yunting had already jumped onto the bed. With his large hand, he grabbed the gold-inlaid diamond pistol in Belt's left hand and snatched it away. He then struck Belt's neck hard with his right palm, causing him to clutch his neck and fall back onto the bed, coughing violently…

Wan Yunting raised his hand and struck an acupuncture point on his head. Belt immediately fainted. However, Wan Yunting did not kill him, as he still had questions to ask.

Wan Yunting got off the bed and left the room. He walked to the iron rack and looked at Jiang Wenhao, who was bruised and battered, his body covered in wounds. Guilt and remorse filled Wan Yunting's heart. Perhaps if he hadn't let Jiang Wenhao investigate the Quán Lóng drug trafficking group, Jiang Wenhao wouldn't be in this situation…