Chapter 125: Angering Han Chen to Death

With a rocket-propelled grenade explosion, the Siamese could no longer fight back, and before long, their gunfire ceased.

Chen Mo holstered his gun and called out, "Guodong, have the wounded brothers go back for treatment first. Let's go check if there are any survivors."

As they approached, corpses lay everywhere.

From the time Ni Yongxiao and Han Chen brought their men here to now, less than half an hour had passed, and nearly a hundred bodies already lay on the ground.

Ni Yongxiao had been riddled like a sieve the moment Chen Mo's men opened fire, deader than dead.

Han Chen still had some breath left, but he wasn't far from death.

Although he had been shielded by those Siamese the whole time, the rocket explosion still caught him.

It didn't hit any vital spots, but his legs had two large gashes from shrapnel, bleeding nonstop. His internal organs had also taken a shock; he was breathing out more than in, and it looked like he wouldn't last much longer.

"Chen... Chen... Mo, I... I under... underestimated you."

Han Chen, looking at Chen Mo standing before him, spoke with difficulty while coughing up blood.

Chen Mo crouched down, looked at Han Chen, and taunted, "I told you about the big deal of your wife killing Ni Kun, and I only charged you thirty million as a thank-you fee. Instead of being grateful, you had the Siamese kill me.

Repaying kindness with such enmity—if I don't take you out, how can I face myself?"

"Don't worry, once you're dead, I'll take over your turf.

Oh, and your wife—she's so pretty, it'd be a shame for her to die. I'll send her to keep you company after I've had my fill!"

Hearing Chen Mo's words, Han Chen's eyes bulged wide.

"You... you... you... ugh!" Han Chen, enraged by Chen Mo's words, couldn't catch his breath and croaked on the spot.

Chen Mo stood up and looked around. Aside from his own brothers, there were no survivors.

"Guodong, have the brothers put in some extra effort. Carry the Siamese corpses onto the boat and spread them out a bit, to make it look like a double-cross with the people up top."

"Got it, Mo Ge." Shen Guodong replied.

Although he didn't understand why Chen Mo was doing this—since such a disguise was useless and anyone could see through it at a glance—this was clearly not the time to ask. Shen Guodong immediately called the brothers to work.

Two men carried one corpse, and a few dozen people finished in two trips.

"Mo Ge, it's done. What do we do next?"

"Don't do anything. Just take the brothers straight back to the training ground."

Chen Mo returned to his car and called Huang Bingyao.

"Who's this?"

"I want to bet on a horse!"

"Boss, Horse No. 9 is in the best form today. Are you thinking three thousand or five thousand?"

"I don't want Horse No. 9. I want Horse No. 6!"

"Horse No. 3 isn't bad either. Would you like to go with Horse No. 3?"

"I don't want Horse No. 3 either. I only want Horse No. 6."

"A-Mo, do you have news about the Ni Family?" Huang Bingyao's voice on the phone was a bit urgent.

Huang Bingyao had no choice but to be anxious. Chen Mo had tipped him off during the day to be ready at any time.

So he had kept the entire Xijiulong Police Headquarters staff working overtime.

But there had been no news all night, and the men below were starting to complain.

"Ni Yongxiao and Han Chen were picking up goods at Longgu Beach tonight. If you set out now, you should make it in time."

Also, the Ni Family sent people to kill a cop named Huang Zhi Cheng at the Jianshazui Police Station. If you move fast, you might be able to save him."

Chen Mo didn't go into too much detail with Huang Bingyao. He hung up and drove home.

The information he gave was enough for Huang Bingyao. Longgu Beach was just a field of corpses; Huang Bingyao could take his men there to clean up. As for saving Huang Zhi Cheng—save him, my ass.

Chen Mo had also had men watching Ni Laosan earlier.

Before Chen Mo and his crew went to Longgu Beach, Ni Laosan had already taken his men to find Huang Zhi Cheng.

Going by the timeline, if Ni Laosan moved fast, Huang Zhi Cheng should be stone cold by now.

As for Huang Zhi Cheng, Chen Mo had no intention of saving him at all.

He was an undercover cop himself. Given Huang Zhi Cheng's attitude toward undercovers, Chen Mo figured it was better for Huang Zhi Cheng to just die.

On the other side, Huang Bingyao put down the phone and immediately rushed out of his office.

"Everyone, assemble! Also notify the Flying Tigers—full deployment! Target: Longgu Beach."

"YES, SIR!"

Hearing the order, everyone in the station moved quickly.

Though they still had no idea what was going on, well, Huang Bingyao was the boss!

While the others were busy preparing, Huang Bingyao didn't idle either. He directly called the Jianshazui Police Station to notify them that the Ni Family was going to kill Huang Zhi Cheng.

At the Jianshazui Police Station, the head of the Narcotics Bureau, Senior Inspector Lu Qichang, was working overtime.

During the day, he had received a report from Luo Ji, an undercover planted inside the Ni Family, that the Ni Family planned to make a move on Han Chen.

But there had been no further news since then.

He had no idea when or how the Ni Family would act, so he could only keep waiting at the station for news.

Suddenly, a duty officer rushed frantically into Lu Qichang's office.

"Sir Lu, Superintendent Huang from the Xijiulong Headquarters called to inform us that the Ni Family sent people to kill Sir Huang tonight!"

Lu Qichang shot up in shock: "Are you sure?"

"Positive. Superintendent Huang called personally to say so."

"Have you called Sir Huang?"

"Yes, no answer!"

A wave of unease surged through Lu Qichang's heart. He grabbed his service pistol and headed out.

"Immediately notify all brothers on duty and the patrol officers near Huang sir's house, and have them all rush to Huang sir's house."

"Yes, sir."

The on‑duty police couldn't bother with salutes, and they ran back to the duty room to make a phone call and notify.

Lu Qichang got into his own car, leading a team of on‑duty police to speed toward Huang Zhi Cheng's home.

Soon, Lu Qichang arrived at the foot of Huang Zhi Cheng's building, and a few nearby police also rushed over.

At this moment, inside Huang Zhi Cheng's house, Huang Zhi Cheng was still alive, but his whole body was barely any flesh left.

Ni Lao San, as Ni Kun's younger brother, harbored bone‑deep hatred toward the mastermind who caused his elder brother's death, and had no intention of letting him die painlessly.

Even after torturing Huang Zhi Cheng for more than half an hour, he still had no intention of stopping.

But just now he called Ni Yongxiao, wanting to ask about the situation over at Ni Yongxiao's side.

However, the call wouldn't connect, making him worry whether Ni Yongxiao had encountered some accident dealing with Han Chen.

What made him even more uneasy was that the home phone also wouldn't go through.

Ni Lao San could no longer bother torturing Huang Zhi Cheng; he needed to contact Ni Yongxiao immediately.

"Alright, find a box, pack him in, and haul him to fill the sea."

The subordinates torturing Huang Zhi Cheng heard Ni Lao San's order and immediately stopped to look for a box.

A few minutes later, seven or eight people dragged a large suitcase out of Huang Zhi Cheng's house.

Lu Qichang, with the police squad behind him, arrived at the foot of Huang Zhi Cheng's building and happened to see Ni Lao San and his men emerging from the elevator; he was startled at first, but upon seeing the blood‑soaked box they were dragging, his surprise instantly turned to anger.

Lu Qichang drew his gun, pointing at Ni Lao San: "Ni Lao San, stop! What's inside the box?"

Ni Lao San, who had been anxiously pressing his phone, looked up at Lu Qichang's shout and his face changed dramatically.

"Police, move!"