Chapter 222: Saving the Ruthless Mafia Boss 10

Even though Du Ruosong was usually composed, this sudden turn of events still startled him.

He clenched his fist, forcing himself to stay calm, 'I don't know.'

Meng Fuchi frowned, glancing at the few people twitching in pain on the ground; some were strangers. Seeing he didn't shout, they turned to Du Ruosong for advice.

Du Ruosong, behind his back, was he building his own power?

"Boss, we're running out of time—let's go."

Liang Shu was also flustered, hurriedly urging Meng Fuchi, while Zuo Kun and A Qiang, who didn't know what had happened, stared at each other.

"No rush."

Meng Fuchi spoke coldly, glanced at A Qiang, and slightly lifted his chin toward the person on the ground.

A Qiang immediately understood, picked the nearest person, grabbed his collar, and asked, 'Who are you? What happened?'

"I……" the man, bruised and swollen, nearly unconscious from the beating, only remembered Du Ruosong's earlier instruction: if anyone asked, say he was with ELF.

"... I am with ELF."

"Bullshit!"

A Qiang cursed, slammed the person to the ground, and said, "Boss, I've never seen them in any gang before."

Meng Fuchi curled a faint, inscrutable smile, looked at Du Ruosong, and said, "Then how do they know your name?"

"Perhaps someone is deliberately framing me." Du Ruosong regained his composure, calm and collected, then turned the question back: "Are you suspecting I'm causing trouble?"

"Yeah, boss, Brother Du is loyal to you—how could he betray you?" Liang Shu also spoke up from behind him to advise.

Meng Fuchi's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly; he gave Liang Shu a calm glance, then looked toward where those few people had been thrown, a faint suspicion forming in his mind.

"I don't know either—when did you get so close to Du Ruosong?"

He spoke in a flat tone, his distinct‑knuckled fingers tapping Liang Shu's shoulder, noticing the tension, then suddenly chuckled, "What are you nervous about?"

"I—I'm not, boss, you're overthinking."

Liang Shu dared not meet Meng Fuchi's eyes, feeling like prey targeted by a demon; even his laugh sounded like an omen of doom.

"Then that's good."

Meng Fuchi withdrew his hand, smoothed his cuffs, and drew a conclusion with an airy, light tone.

"A Qiang, take them to the Life and Death Hall, keep one alive for interrogation, and chop the rest up to feed the wolves."

"Yes!"

A Qiang nodded, gestured toward the darkness, and immediately several figures appeared, taking away the few people on the ground.

"Du Ruosong and I will go to the negotiation; the others proceed as planned, and Liang Shu returns to the hotel."

Meng Fuchi walked toward the European‑style building at the corner—this was their planned negotiation site, the Dusk Night Bar.

According to the original plan, Du Ruosong should have received the news today and rushed over to assist Zuo Kun's pair from the side in completing the encirclement, but he changed his mind at the last minute, merely informing the others of something.

He no longer trusted Du Ruosong.

At that moment, on the rooftop.

Jin Chen saw his wife already enter the Dusk Night Bar, and having brought Du Ruosong in as well, he knew his arrangement had succeeded.

【200 points have already been deducted, those few shadow puppets have been temporarily recalled—Host, do you still need them?】

【Not needed for now.】

Jin Chen yawned and hurried to the next venue.

Ten minutes later, the office of the leader of the Poison Stock Organization.

Long Zhen Tian half‑reclined on a ruby‑red velvet chair studded with various diamonds, his eyes fixed on the surveillance feed of the Dusk Night Bar's private room.

On the screen, Meng Fuchi and Sun Hong, the boss of the Red Gang, were exchanging pleasantries while pouring drinks.

They were discussing who would take over the highly lucrative red‑light district.

"Damn Meng Fuchi, you really snatched it!"

Long Zhen Tian kicked the coffee table, his rough‑stubbled face flushing with anger.

"One Sun Hong would have been enough to satisfy me, but now here comes the ruthless Meng Fuchi—did he really just steal my casino? What's the point of being so petty?!"

Suddenly, the monitor went black.

At the same time, the dazzling crystal lights in the office began to flicker, accompanied by a crackling electric sound, as if they might explode at any moment.

"What the hell is going on!"

Long Zhen Tian looked around, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun, and shouted, "Who's there!"

"Cut the supernatural crap—get out here!"

The window had somehow been opened; a fierce wind rushed in, blowing the dark‑red curtains wildly, making a slapping sound against the wall.

Long Zhen Tian witnessed something he could hardly believe.

He stared wide‑eyed out the window, mouth agape, pupils constricted, yet saw a swift golden blade flash in, severing his tongue.

"Thud——"

Long Zhen Tian toppled backward heavily, fell to the floor, weakly moved his mouth, and his gaze at the dazzling ceiling lights gradually faded.

It was……him.

Outside the window, Jin Chen let out an "oh ho".

I didn't control the force—I originally just wanted to ruin his voice tonight.

Never mind, anyway Long Zhen Tian will run into his own wife tonight and surely die—better dead than alive!

He spun and dropped down, hiding in the darkness, leaving no trace.

All surveillance footage capturing Jin Chen's figure was silently erased by 0731.

【Host! The job's done—hurry back to the hotel and wait for Little Pitiful One, and let me come out to eat!】0731 cheered.

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Dusk Night Bar.

Following the staff's guidance, Meng Fuchi brought Du Ruosong and three subordinates into the private room.

Just after entering, they saw the more than ten people brought by Sun Hong all stand up, looking over warily and on guard, each with a gun at their waist.

Meng Fuchi showed no fear at all, walking in slowly under everyone's gaze and sitting on the other side.

"Boss Sun, what a grand show."

He made a joking remark, but it did not ease the atmosphere; instead, it became even more tense.

Sun Hong also had no smile; his expression was full of apprehension.

"To negotiate with the Meng Leader, we naturally have to be careful, after all your reputation precedes you." He drank a cup of wine, his tone solemn.

He never imagined that Meng Fuchi would also set his sights on this piece of meat.

Although the Red Gang was not weak, compared to ELF it was like a petty witch seeing a great witch; at first, upon learning that Long Zhen Tian had provoked Meng Fuchi, he felt pleased, thinking he could take advantage and seize Red Light Street, but who would have thought Meng Fuchi would arrive in the blink of an eye.

He also said he would come in person to negotiate with himself.

Although apprehensive, he was ultimately unwilling to give up something that had been easily obtainable.

"Boss Sun, don't be nervous; we have no grudge, we're just talking business."

Meng Fuchi poured himself a cup of wine, shook the highball glass, and raised it toward Sun Hong as a gesture.

In the dim lighting, his face, as finely carved as jade, looked especially stern; his black suit seemed to merge with the darkness, the hand holding the highball glass had distinct knuckles, and his index finger wore a ring that faintly glimmered.

His phoenix eyes held a smile that didn't reach the depths, making people unable and unwilling to refuse his request.

Sun Hong swallowed, picked up his cup, and clinked it with his.

The clear, crisp clink of glasses rang out, transmitted through Meng Fuchi's sound-transmitting earring to the bar side alley, reaching A Qiang's ears.

The clink of glasses was the signal for action.