Chapter 670

The gunshot was not faint; this shot was both the prelude to Ning Chen's warning by killing a chicken to scare the monkeys and the horn announcing the start of the game.

Those people were never good sorts; each had blood on their hands, and every one of them wanted to live.

So the moment after Ning Chen fired, everyone was thinking in their hearts about how to survive until the end.

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Ning Chen knew these people had figured it out; what he needed to do next was to take Gada away from the scene, for this person had other even heavier roles to play.

As soon as Ning Chen stepped down the stairs, he heard gunshots coming from behind.

He curled the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

The second floor was undoubtedly a slaughterhouse, while the first floor was where those workers could watch the show; at this moment, the entire factory seemed upside down, for those currently oppressed were no longer the workers on the first floor, but the people who had once stood high above others, wielding real power.

And although they had guns in their hands, these were not things to be used for self-defense at this moment; they all pointed their guns at their own companions, the goal being to survive.

Gunshots rose one after another; Ning Chen watched from below and asked the person beside him, "Consider this revenge for you; do you want to leave here?"

Among them were those who had falsely accused Ning Chen at the time, yet now Ning Chen could still avenge them without any grudge, and the mindset of many had undergone a subtle change.

They all unconsciously thought that Ning Chen was the one who could truly bring them salvation.

"I want to, I want to! I think about it every single moment..."

"Thank you, Xie Xienin...!"

More and more people gathered around Ning Chen; they all looked at Ning Chen, their eyes filled with an unspoken gratitude.

A trace of genuine smile appeared on Ning Chen's face; admittedly, he was not someone with a heart as bright as the moon, but facing such pure and heartfelt gratitude from these people, the negative emotions he had felt since arriving in Cangbei seemed to have been dispelled somewhat without him even noticing.

Ning Chen raised his eyes to look at that chaotic and bloody place; a group of people had long been fighting until nearly exhausted, yet they were forced to raise their weapons again and strike once more; Ning Chen watched coldly, a mocking smile curling his lips.

That group had captured several homeless men to do free labor for them, then treated human lives as grass and slaughtered them at will; Ning Chen believed there was nothing worth sympathizing with for such people; glancing at the blood and corpses scattered on the ground, he felt only coldness in his heart.

While the people killing each other were struggling fiercely, several gunshots suddenly rang out; a man who had been beaten to a pulp on the ground, covered in blood, suddenly rose, grabbed a gun from the ground beside him, and started shooting at the people who were still fighting.

Anger and despair filled his eyes; bullets pierced the chests of many, and they fell one by one, blood gushing out continuously; just as he wanted to pick up another gun to kill, a gunshot rang out, and he too fell to the ground.

The deaths did not have much effect; the living people continued to fight, with constant roaring and striking sounds; countless noisy sounds rose and merged together, and the entire factory was in chaos.

Ning Chen made no comment; seeing them killed one by one by their own companions filled him with irony; they were all selfish people who shamelessly captured others and killed them at will, so such an outcome should have been expected long ago.

A pair of people kept separating and fighting; neither had a gun in hand anymore; to save their own lives, they fought each other without mercy; one person took the opportunity to punch the other in the face; that person's head was knocked to the side, blood spurted from his mouth, and he was stunned for a few seconds, unable to react.

Just a few seconds before, seeing that the man was temporarily unable to recover from the beating, he kicked the man's chest, sending him flying several meters away.

That man was knocked flying and stopped at the feet of another pair of fighting people; he had already been beaten half to death, with no strength left to continue fighting, helplessly lying on the ground unable to move; he knew the kick just now had been delivered with full force, and even if he did not die today, he would never get up again.

That man lay on the ground, helpless and in pain; the two people fighting kept moving their feet; one stepped on that man; he glared at the person on the ground, his hand movements did not stop, and with a sudden force of his foot, he kicked that man toward another place.

He was kicked and smashed against the wall; a dull thud sounded as his head hit the wall; blood slowly flowed down, and the ground was covered in bright red blood.

The pair of people fighting at that moment were also nearly unable to hold on; they punched each other blow by blow, already exhausted and about to collapse.

Ning Chen heard that heavy dull thud and turned his head indifferently to glance; they had committed too many shameless deeds, so the current result should have been expected long ago; the corpses scattered on the ground were not enough to repay their debts.

A scream suddenly rang out; one person suddenly exerted all his strength and struck the person behind him with full force; that person vomited blood and died on the spot; at this moment, among the group killing each other inside the factory, only one person remained.

That person looked at his companion who had just vomited blood and died, and suddenly laughed, thinking he could finally escape this place; just as he was about to walk toward the gate, a bullet suddenly pierced his chest, and he fell straight down.

Ning Chen held a gun, coldly killed that person, casually threw the gun in his hand onto the ground, pressed his lips together, and spoke: "I can open the door; I will let you out right now; leave the factory and no longer be controlled by those people."

As soon as these words were spoken, the sounds inside the factory suddenly became several times louder; the workers' faces were full of excitement and gratitude, and everything they said was thanks to Ning Chen.

543. Rescuing the Factory, Escaping the Cage

Ning Chen glanced at those people and let out a sigh of relief.

Now everyone on the second floor was completely dead; to thoroughly clean up this factory, Ning Chen left not a single survivor, except for those innocent workers who had been dragged into it and Gada.

He kept Gada for other purposes.

The gate was slowly opened by Ning Chen; one hour ago, the workers in the factory never thought they could walk out of this door; for them, this factory was a living hell and also a cage where they had long been oppressed.

The workers' faces finally showed joy from the bottom of their hearts; Cangbei was never a free and safe country; escaping the factory was only the first step for those who had long been oppressed.

Ning Chen waved to those who walked out of the factory gate, watching them leave the factory together, but then turned his head and found Gada sitting behind him, trying to sneak out with them.

Gada was obviously clear about what situation he was currently in; he looked at Ning Chen with fear and hatred, wanting to speak and beg for a chance to live, but could not bring himself to say it.

He was torn and worried at the same time, watching those who walked out of the factory and were now free; he was both unwilling and somewhat resentful; even though Ning Chen had not paid attention to him, he wanted to mix in with those people and sneak out.

But he had obviously not yet mastered the skill of taking advantage of the chaos; the moment he stood up, Ning Chen had already noticed the movement of the person behind him.

Ning Chen turned his head almost at the same moment, lowered his head, frowned, and glanced at Gada, who was about to stand up.

Gada's eyes met Ning Chen's in an instant; his heart skipped a beat, his legs went weak immediately, and he sat back down at once.

At the same time, in the instant he fell back into a sitting position, he cursed himself in his heart.

After all, he was someone with countless bloodstains on his hands, yet he was actually scared by someone as young as Ning Chen.

Just as Gada wanted to open his mouth to say something, Ning Chen frowned and looked at him.

Gada choked; the words that had reached his lips were unconsciously swallowed back; although he did not want to admit he was intimidated, just one look from Ning Chen made Gada feel that Ning Chen would take action in the next second.

After seeing the workers leave the factory, Ning Chen lowered his head and said to Gada, "I want to ask you something."

Gada instinctively reached out, wanting to pull a gun or some other weapon from his pocket, but finally found nothing, so he said dejectedly, "I know nothing."

Ning Chen noticed his small movement; long before, he had already searched all the weapons off Gada's body and would not leave him any chance to counterattack; at this moment, Gada was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"I don't have much patience," Ning Chen said to Gada from above, looking down; "whether you want to live or die, you decide."

Gada was stunned; a look of disbelief appeared on his somewhat fierce and ferocious face, and he looked at Ning Chen with doubt: "... You will let me live?"

Ning Chen said, "This depends entirely on your performance; if you can give me the intelligence I want, I can let you go."

Ning Chen's tone was very flat, sounding without any fluctuation, yet it somehow made people believe him.

Gada gritted his teeth; although he did not know what Ning Chen wanted to get from him, this was undoubtedly the only chance for him to survive.

To survive, answering a few words was not a big deal.

Ning Chen had already taken out the gun; at this moment, his index finger was pressing the trigger, looking at Gada expressionlessly, and waiting for his answer.

Gada trembled slightly all over, and finally said, "Fine, fine, fine... what do you want to know? I can tell you everything, as long as you let me live."

Hearing this, Ning Chen raised his eyebrows slightly.

He had originally thought Jia Da would struggle mentally for a long time, but he never expected him to be this afraid of death—it was beyond his expectations.

Yet an enemy with weak mental defenses is easier to read and control, even if he is the factory's highest authority.

But all men fear death; Jia Da once dared to bully others precisely because no one in the factory could subdue him. Now, Ning Chen has appeared out of nowhere, wielding a weapon capable of killing him effortlessly—this time, Jia Da dared not face Ning Chen with his old arrogance.

The following questioning proceeded almost entirely in a question-and-answer format.

"Since you started this factory, how many people have you captured?" Ning Chen asked the first question.

Jia Da actually thought carefully for a moment, then gave an imprecise number: "Over seven hundred, roughly."

Ning Chen immediately frowned.

The factory held only three hundred people—meaning the death toll and injuries were horrific. Ning Chen knew well how bloody and cruel the factory's powerful figures were; after a brief change in expression, he did not press further.

"Next question: when you capture people, what types do you usually target? Do you limit yourselves to Cangbei natives, or do you also seize foreigners as laborers?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Da carefully studied Ning Chen's expression. He instinctively felt his answer could determine his life or death; he weighed his words carefully and answered cautiously: "We capture people randomly—anyone strong and fit enough to work, we take… but we do have preferences. We prioritize capturing Cangbei natives."

After answering, Jia Da felt his reply was flawless. When he finished speaking, he dared not even break eye contact, fearing he might accidentally anger Ning Chen and get killed.

Ning Chen regarded Jia Da calmly, his expression still devoid of joy or anger: "Have you encountered any Han Chinese besides me?"

Jia Da froze. Though he knew Ning Chen wasn't from this country, hearing him refer to himself as Han Chinese still startled him.

Although many Han Chinese still came to Cangbei, the police back in China weren't idle; after years of heavy propaganda, far fewer Han Chinese had fled to Cangbei in recent years, giving him the illusion that he hadn't seen one in ages.

So Jia Da said: "Of course I've seen them—especially a few years ago, Han Chinese were everywhere."

Ning Chen nodded: "Who among them left a strong impression on you? Or any Han Chinese who thrived in Cangbei?"

Jia Da was clever—he had already sensed something from Ning Chen's questions: "You're looking for someone."

He didn't phrase it as a question—he stated it definitively.

Ning Chen made no denial, giving a slight nod: "Correct."

544. Obtain clue to target individual

"Oh, I knew it," Jia Da said, looking at Ning Chen. Though fear still lingered in his heart, his nerves were no longer as taut as before. "I've met many Han Chinese who left an impression. I don't know which type you mean?"

Ning Chen recalled his mental description of Chu Muyu: "A very young genius. No one knows why he came from Han China to Cangbei—he's a researcher. If he showed up here, he'd surely thrive."

Upon hearing this, Jia Da's mind lit up: "Honestly, I've met many Han Chinese. If the person you mean is the same one I'm thinking of, it's an incredible coincidence—I have a terrible memory, and the people I remember are few and far between."

Ning Chen found his rambling unbearable: "So tell me—are we talking about the same person?"

Hearing this, Jia Da felt as if he'd seized the upper hand, and spoke slowly: "I do know one such genius—he came from Han China too—but he's not quite what you imagine. He didn't thrive here at all—he barely survived."

Ning Chen froze. He could tell Jia Da was stalling—and he had never been a patient man: "Don't drag this out."

As he spoke, Ning Chen swung the gun in his hand through the air.

Jia Da saw the gun and cursed silently—of course he wasn't trying to provoke Ning Chen; he just wanted to buy time, hoping someone would come to rescue him.