“Wen Hao, Wen Hao, wake up…”
Wan Yunting gently patted Jiang Wen Hao’s face, calling out softly. Gradually, he opened his right eye, vaguely seeing the person before him was Wan Yunting. Jiang Wen Hao trembled with excitement. The movement pulled at his wounds, causing him to cough a few times…
“Quietly, I’ll get you down now…”
As Wan Yunting spoke, he saw that Jiang Wen Hao’s hands were shackled and suspended. He gripped the chains and with a forceful bend, broke them apart. Then he untied the iron chains, supported Jiang Wen Hao with one arm, and slowly descended to the ground. Seeing him about to collapse, Wan Yunting quickly steadied him. “How are you, can you still walk?”
“Mm…”
Jiang Wen Hao nodded, saying excitedly, “Teacher, how… how did you get in?”
Wan Yunting smiled, “I snuck in, but now we need to figure out how to get you out.”
Jiang Wen Hao sat on the ground, catching his breath, and nodded. Wan Yunting took out his phone to call Lucy, and simultaneously went to the office door, looking out at the corridor to prevent anyone from coming in and discovering them…
“Mr. Wan, how are you?”
Lucy, who had been waiting outside, asked anxiously upon receiving Wan Yunting’s call.
“Mm, I’ve found Jiang. I need your help now,” Wan Yunting said.
“Mr. Wan, please tell me,” Lucy replied, unable to hide her excitement upon hearing he had found Director Jiang.
“Have your people drive to the entrance of the scrap yard and draw the enemy’s fire. You, drive a car in the direction I came from. I’ll bring Jiang out then,” Wan Yunting instructed immediately.
On the way here, he had already discussed several rescue plans for Jiang Wen Hao with Lucy.
“Okay, Mr. Wan, I’ll have them act now.”
Lucy nodded, hung up the phone, and said to a bodyguard, “You, take people to draw their fire immediately. I’ll go meet Mr. Wan and Director Jiang.”
“Understood.”
That bodyguard was Qiaosensi, the elder brother of Jiang Wen Hao’s personal bodyguard. He nodded in response, immediately turned back to signal his more than ten bodyguard brothers. They all got into their cars, turned around, and sped towards the entrance of the Fiemen Auto Scrap Yard…
At the same time, Lucy had two other fully armed bodyguards drive along the route Wan Yunting had taken, also speeding towards the Fiemen Auto Scrap Yard…
Wan Yunting returned and helped Jiang Wen Hao up, placing him on a sofa. Observing his weak state, Wan Yunting infused him with internal energy. Jiang Wen Hao’s body immediately shuddered, and he felt his injuries and pain begin to subside, regaining some strength.
“How is it, much better?” Wan Yunting asked, releasing his wrist.
“Mm, I won’t die yet.”
Jiang Wen Hao nodded, looking at Wan Yunting with great emotion, and smiled, “I knew you would definitely come to save me.”
Wan Yunting patted his shoulder and sighed, “If it weren’t for asking you to investigate the Qunlong Group, they wouldn’t have captured you. You’ve suffered.”
Jiang Wen Hao shook his head slightly and smiled, “It’s a small matter.”
“You sit here first. I’ve already asked Lucy to come and meet us. When you hear gunfire outside, we’ll leave.”
Wan Yunting got up, smiled at him, and then turned to enter the inner room, sneering, “Now it’s time to interrogate the person inside.”
A moment later, Wan Yunting dragged out the naked Bert and brought him to an iron frame. He used chains to bind Bert’s wrists and then pulled the other end of the chain, suspending Bert from the frame. After securing the chains, Wan Yunting clapped his hands and turned to Jiang Wen Hao, smiling, “Did this bastard beat you?”
“Yes, he was too rough.”
Jiang Wen Hao, sitting on the sofa, nodded and said through gritted teeth, filled with resentment at being captured and beaten. He vowed that if he ever had the chance, he would personally kill this scoundrel.
Wan Yunting looked back at a table next to the iron frame, where various torture tools were laid out. He picked up a whip, went up, and pressed an acupoint on Bert’s neck. Then he swung the whip fiercely, lashing it towards his chest…
Crack!
A whip landed on him, and Bert’s eyes snapped open. He widened his mouth in a look of pain, contorting his face as if to scream, but no sound came out. Wan Yunting had sealed his vocal acupoint, preventing him from shouting and alerting anyone outside…
Crack…
Wan Yunting whipped him more than ten times. Bert’s skin and flesh were torn open on his hairy chest, and blood streamed down. No matter how he tried to cry out, he couldn’t make a sound. He was drenched in sweat from the pain, but his eyes bulged, glaring at Wan Yunting with hatred. He was clearly mouthing curses…
“Teacher, let me…”
Unable to bear it, Jiang Wen Hao struggled to his feet, grabbed a long knife from the table, and looked at Bert before him. His gaze shifted downwards, and he patted Bert with the tip of the knife…
At this, Bert’s eyes widened in terror. He shook his head frantically, his mouth opening and closing as he gestured, but no sound emerged. Jiang Wen Hao couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he could guess…
“Wait, don’t play him to death.”
Seeing Jiang Wen Hao about to use the knife on his manhood, Wan Yunting quickly stopped him. He then went back into the inner room, rummaged around, and took a mobile phone from the bedside table. He saw Jiang Wen Hao was interrogating Bert but hadn’t gone for the kill…
Wan Yunting held the phone up to Bert’s face, unlocked it, and opened the contacts. The name noted in English as “Huang” appeared first in the recent calls. Wan Yunting’s eyes narrowed. “Surname Huang!”
“It’s Huang Zhiming!”
After whipping Bert a few times, Jiang Wen Hao was panting. He turned back and said, “Teacher, he’s in league with Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang. When this bastard captured me, he made a call to Huang Zhiming. In their conversation, Huang Zhiming was directing Bert to capture me, with the aim of luring you to the United States!”
Wan Yunting turned to look at Bert and said, “So, this Huang Zhiming is the manipulator behind the Qunlong Group?”
“Probably not.”
Jiang Wen Hao shook his head, “Perhaps he’s like Fang Tai, and the true boss behind the Qunlong Group is someone else!”
Wan Yunting nodded, then picked up the dog-leg knife and approached Bert. He pointed the knife at Bert’s manhood and said in English, “Now I’m asking you, if you dare to make a sound, I’ll chop off your manhood. Understand?”
Although Bert’s eyes were full of fury, he felt the icy chill of the blade against his manhood, forcing him to nod obediently. Wan Yunting then pressed an acupoint on his neck, and Bert, now able to speak, gasped for breath, glaring at Wan Yunting and gritting his teeth, “Let me go quickly, or my subordinates outside will come in, and none of you will get out.”
Wan Yunting smiled, his lips curling, and tapped Bert’s manhood with the knife. “If you say one more word, I’ll cut it off!”
“You…”
Bert trembled violently as Wan Yunting tapped him, his eyes blazing with fury at Wan Yunting. However, he could also see the aura of death in the young Chinese man’s eyes. If he dared to say another word, he would unhesitatingly swing the knife…
“Speak, who is your boss?”
Wan Yunting asked Bert while looking at the phone.
However, Bert remained defiant, merely glaring at Wan Yunting and refusing to speak.
He flipped open Bert’s phone gallery. Besides photos of drugs and women taken by Bert, he found a group photo. It included Fang Tai, Chen Guangyang, and two unfamiliar Chinese young men. The photo was taken in a dimly lit private room, with piles of US dollar bills stacked behind them…
Wan Yunting’s lips curved into a cold smile. He picked up the phone and put the photo in front of Bert, smiling, “Identify them. Who among these people is your boss?”
Bert defiantly said, “I am the boss of the Qunlong Group!”
“You?”
Jiang Wen Hao looked at him with disdain. “You’re just a car enthusiast. In the drug circles, you’re just a nobody. Four years ago, you rose to prominence. Without someone helping you behind the scenes, how could you have captured half of the US drug market?”
Bert glared at Jiang Wen Hao, then angrily said to Wan Yunting, “I told you, I am the boss of the Qunlong Group. If you let me go now, I might spare your life… Ah!”
Suddenly, without a word, Wan Yunting plunged the dog-leg knife into Bert’s left thigh. A scream erupted, but was instantly silenced as Wan Yunting pressed his vocal acupoint. Bert’s face contorted with rage, his body trembling violently. Blood flowed from the wound on his thigh. He opened his mouth, and though he couldn’t make a sound, he seemed to be cursing Wan Yunting and Jiang Wen Hao…
“Heh, it seems I was too soft-hearted.”
Seeing Bert’s continued defiance, Wan Yunting pulled a silver needle from his clothes and inserted it directly into an acupoint on Bert’s chest. He then pulled out a few more needles…
In a short while, Bert had several acupoints on his body pierced by silver needles. He immediately felt as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing inside his stomach. The indescribable pain contorted his face into a mask of ferocity. His suspended body trembled violently. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
“Wen Hao, do you recognize these people?”
Holding the phone, Wan Yunting ignored Bert, letting him suffer for a while.
Jiang Wen Hao looked at the four Eastern faces in the group photo. Two of them were Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang. He pointed at Huang Zhiming and another young man. “This is Huang Zhiming. This one looks like Wang Heshun. They are both members of the Dragon Realm Sports Car Club!”
“Dragon Realm Sports Car Club?”
Wan Yunting raised an eyebrow. Jiang Wen Hao nodded. “Most of the members of this sports car club are our Chinese people, all rich second-generation international students. After graduating, they stayed in the United States and formed this Dragon Realm Sports Car Club. The founder is named Kong Xuefeng!”
Wan Yunting asked, “Kong Xuefeng, is he also our countryman?”
“Mm. As for his identity, I haven’t had time to investigate before this bastard captured me.”
Jiang Wen Hao pointed at Bert, who was currently enduring unimaginable pain. His entire body was flushed red, with more than a dozen whip wounds on his chest and fresh blood flowing from the wound on his thigh. He couldn’t even scream. Bert’s originally furious eyes were gradually turning to fear. This was far more painful than a swift death…
“Huang Zhiming and Wang Heshun, when I was investigating Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang, I heard about that Dragon Realm Sports Car Club. I asked a student member of the club for information,” Jiang Wen Hao said, pointing at the photo on the phone.
Wan Yunting nodded, about to say something…
Bang, bang, bang…
Suddenly, intense gunfire erupted from outside. Immediately after, the sound of running footsteps echoed from the corridor outside. Wan Yunting’s eyes widened, and he moved towards the door with the dog-leg knife…