Chapter 236

The knife in his hand had just swung around to his front.

A streak of black light inexplicably appeared before his eyes, flashing past in an instant.

At the same time came:

"Huo—"

A faint sound.

Basong's eyes bulged wide.

That person stood before him, looking at him.

In his right hand, he held a black knife half a meter long.

It resembled a machete, but its lines were softer than a machete's.

At this moment, a drop of translucent blood was dripping from the tip of the black knife.

Basong stared dumbfounded at the person before him.

His left hand still gripped the small knife he had just drawn from his lower back.

But on his wrist, a red line appeared silently.

Basong could no longer feel the knife held in his left hand.

The left hand gripping the knife fell off at the wrist.

The cut surface was neat, still steaming with heat.

Then, blood began to spray.

Basong stumbled backward, raising his severed wrist; the severed wrist sprayed blood like a small fountain.

On the severed hand lying on the ground, the knife was still gripped...

"Ah. Ah. Ah—Ah! Ah—Ah!!"

Basong grabbed his severed wrist with his right hand, opened his mouth wide, and screamed.

He rolled onto the ground, screaming while rolling all over the floor.

Yang Xue, lying nearby on the ground, saw this scene and nearly fainted from fright; she shook her head desperately, making "wu wu wu" sounds from her mouth!

Meanwhile, Basong's four subordinates nearby, along with Hao Ze Yan and the designated driver beside them,

seeing this scene, felt only a buzzing in their heads.

Their brains, struck hard by this sudden instant, were now completely blank.

No one rushed forward.

Because no one dared to rush forward.

The four underlings were all stunned.

Only then did Hao Ze Yan see clearly.

That person... was actually the same one who had eaten barbecue and viewed the rime ice with them before!

In that instant, Yang Xue on the ground also saw him clearly.

The two of them stared with wide eyes.

They simply could not imagine that this person had actually come here!

Then, a surge of joy rose in their hearts!

Because they knew this person had come to save them!

But this surge of joy was immediately covered by intense fear.

He actually...

As soon as he entered, he chopped off that person's hand...

This is what is meant by mixed joy and terror.

Inside the entire warehouse, only Basong on the ground was screaming in pain, the sound of him rolling around clutching his severed wrist.

The warehouse door had already been locked from the inside with a large padlock.

The remaining four underlings could not escape now.

That person sat down on a nearby chair.

Raising his hand, he grabbed a handful of wheat straw from the ground and began wiping the blood from the black knife in his hand.

After quite some time, Basong's screams grew faint and dying; he shrank into the corner of the warehouse and fell silent.

Only then did that person turn his head, look at the four underlings, and say softly, "Release them."

The four underlings exchanged glances, then looked toward their boss in the corner.

Never mind, better not look... it's too gruesome.

With a few strokes, they cut open the ropes binding Hao Ze Yan and the other two.

"Bring him over," that person said.

The four underlings stepped forward and helped Basong over.

Basong's face was deathly pale, sweat dripping down his forehead, his gaze extremely weak as he looked at that person.

"It's you... it's you..." he said, looking at the person before him, "We have been looking for you..."

That person looked at him seriously, then spoke, "You are wrong. It is I who have been looking for you."

Saying this, he slowly rose to his feet.

Hao Ze Yan had already run behind him and was helping Yang Xue untie her ropes; the two of them now stood beside that person.

Hearing their exchange, they were even more stunned.

It sounded as if that person actually knew these people?

The four people behind Basong shrank back slightly as that person stood up.

"Where are you from? Speak." That man looked at Basong.

Basong's brows and eyes lowered.

At this moment, he had lost all the momentum he had before.

His entire face twisted; the piercing pain was nearly making him faint.

"Chiang Mai Province..."

"Thailand?"

"The Golden Triangle..." Basong closed his eyes slightly, nodding in pain.

A subordinate nearby glanced at Basong's black bag not far away.

"Who is above you? What is their name? What organization?" That man looked at Basong, his tone calm and methodical.

Basong paused.

He finally began to speak voluntarily.

"Kang Luo... is the leader of the Chiang Mai Center."

"The Chiang Mai Center is responsible for the affairs of the three subordinate branches in the interior: Dali, Fangcheng, and Dashan..."

"This time, it was he who arranged the mission."

"He is one of the two heads of the Sanctioners..."

That man looked at Basong. "Where exactly is Chiang Mai?"

"Xicheng, No. 16 Sina Road... a building on the first floor, ten levels..."

"What does it look like?"

"A red brick building..."

That man nodded, seeming satisfied with the other's answer.

"That person named Kang Luo sent you to find me?" That man looked at Basong.

Basong closed his eyes and nodded. "They told us to bring you back alive..."

He specifically emphasized "alive," holding onto a sliver of hope.

It was also to buy time.

One of his subordinates shifted his feet.

Moving closer toward the black bag beside him.

There was a gun in that black bag.

Basong noticed this.

He wanted to divert that man's attention, so he spoke up voluntarily. "I want to know one thing."

That man looked at Basong.