Chen Fan ignored the bald man and strode forward. With every step, he seemed to stomp on the bald man's heart, causing him to spit up large mouthfuls of blood. By the time Chen Fan reached the second floor, the bald man's eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated, and all life had drained from them. Chen Fan had directly exploded his heart!
Twenty seconds later, Chen Fan silently opened a door on the second floor. Inside, two beds were set up, with two men lying in them. Chen Fan went straight up and snapped their necks. Not a single one of these people was innocent. He wouldn't let any of them go!
Soon, he arrived outside the innermost room. After snapping the lock and entering, he flicked on the light. On a Simmons king-sized bed, a middle-aged man and woman were startled awake. Adjusting to the light, the bald man, around forty years old, saw Chen Fan. His pupils contracted, and he grabbed a machete beside him, shouting fiercely, "Who are you?"
Chen Fan ignored the man and his gaze fell upon the woman. She was nearly fifty, appearing still alluring, but her face caused Chen Fan's pupils to narrow.
"Damn it, I don't care who you are, if you dare to mess with your old man, I'll kill you!" The man, seeing Chen Fan remain silent, roared and swung the machete down.
Bang! The next moment, he was sent flying backward, his body slamming hard against the wall. Uncountable bones were broken, and he collapsed unconscious, blood spewing from his mouth.
The woman curled up, deliberately letting the quilt slip, revealing her well-maintained figure. She cried in panic, "Don't come over, please don't hurt me, I don't know anything, they forced me. They have money, it's in that safe, tens of thousands. I know the password, you can take it all, please don't hurt me."
Chen Fan, with a blank expression, grabbed the woman by the neck and flung her aside. A mobile phone fell from where the woman had been hiding it. The screen was lit, showing it was dialing.
"You, who are you? Do you know who we belong to?" The woman, unable to alert anyone, said with feigned ferocity.
"I don't know who you belong to, but I know you, Aunt Mei!" Chen Fan casually hung up the phone and crouched in front of the woman, his eyes brimming with killing intent. "I didn't expect that fifteen years ago, you didn't die and became a fish that slipped through the net. And now, you've dared to pick up your old trade, continuing the business of kidnapping and coercing children?"
He reached out and grabbed the woman's neck, his eyes filled with murderous intent. The woman's eyes widened in disbelief. "You... fifteen years ago, you... you are?"
"That's right, among those children fifteen years ago, I was one of them." Chen Fan whispered menacingly into Mei Yi's ear, his grip tightening.
"No, don't..." Mei Yi cried out in terror, "Our boss now is Afeng, you should know him, the one who didn't escape that night."
"Hm?" Chen Fan's heart jolted, and his grip loosened slightly. Mei Yi gasped for breath and said, "Afeng is not ordinary now, he's the boss of the Silver City Club, with connections everywhere in both the underworld and the legal system. If you kill me, he won't let you off easily."
"Afeng? I'll send him down to accompany you!" With a snap, Mei Yi's neck twisted to the side, and the light in her eyes began to fade.
Ding-a-ling, the phone rang. On Mei Yi's phone, the name Afeng appeared particularly stark. A childhood face, long since blurred and indistinct, surfaced in Chen Fan's mind, causing him to clench his fist. After a long silence, he finally took a deep breath and pressed the receive button.
"Aunt Mei, calling so late, did something happen?" Chen Fan listened to the completely unfamiliar voice and remained silent.
"You're not Aunt Mei, who are you? What have you done to her?" Afeng on the other end of the line was highly alert, immediately changing his tune and asking sternly.
"He Yifeng?" Chen Fan spoke slowly, his voice calm and indifferent.
"Who are you?"
"Fifteen years ago, a group of children escaped the dark room. One child fell in the snow, saying he couldn't walk anymore, consumed by fear and despair. That feeling, you must have forgotten it?" Chen Fan spoke slowly, his tone growing colder.
"How do you know about what happened back then? Who are you?" He Yifeng said in a deep voice.
"You don't need to know who I am, I'll send you on your way," Chen Fan said coldly.
He Yifeng was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll wait for you!" Hanging up the phone, Chen Fan walked out of the room. Members of the elite Raptor team were already entering, completely controlling the situation. Qin Tianyou opened the warehouse door and looked inside, silent and enraged.
Chen Fan came to the entrance and saw the children inside huddled together, wrapped in tattered blankets. No one spoke; they all looked at Chen Fan and Qin Tianyou at the door with frightened eyes. Their eyes, which should have been innocent, were either numb or terrified. They hadn't realized they had been rescued, or rather, they had long since despaired and no longer held any hope of rescue. Some were still moaning in pain.
Chen Fan slowly walked into the warehouse. A boy around nine years old, hugging a sleeping boy, said with a choked sob, "No, please don't throw Xiao Hai out, he'll get better, his illness will get better..."
The enclosed warehouse, not very large, had poor ventilation. The air was foul, carrying a fishy, acrid smell.
"Qin Tianyou!" Chen Fan turned and gestured. Qin Tianyou knelt in front of the boy and said, "Children, we are here to save you. We're leaving here now, we'll take you to see a doctor, give you food, and help you find your mommy and daddy!"
However, to Qin Tianyou's surprise, after he finished speaking, no one moved, and no one showed surprise. Instead, their fear deepened. Chen Fan understood that this routine had been overused by those wicked coercers. Those people often used this tactic to destroy all hope in these children, making them afraid to ask for help, afraid to resist, controlled like puppets.
It wouldn't be easy to help these children recover. It would require professional psychologists to guide them slowly, and long-term care and affection. Thinking of this, he became even more determined to completely eradicate this organization.
Chen Fan took a deep breath and soon saw Nannan curled up in a corner, covered in blood but with a stubborn look on her face. He felt a pang of sadness. More than that, he felt heartache! This child had endured too much suffering that she shouldn't have to bear.
Chen Fan walked step by step to Nannan and squatted down, saying softly, "Nannan, don't be afraid, the bad guys have all been caught by uncle. Uncle will take you away from here." The little Nannan didn't speak, biting her lip, and shook her head gently, her face full of unease and tension. Chen Fan knew that if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have suffered such a brutal beating today, and his heart ached with guilt. He took another deep breath and said, "Do you want to see your dad?"