Chapter 223: Saving the Ruthless Mob Boss 11

In an instant, all the assassins and henchmen hidden in the side lane swarmed out, following the prearranged plan, they charged from the intersection straight into the main building where Long Zhen Tian was.

Yet the Red Gang in the private room knew nothing of this.

Sun Hong did not want to entangle further with him, and went straight to the point.

"To be frank, when Leader Meng told me he wanted to take over Red Light Street, I already knew what you meant."

"But when the prize that was almost in my pocket was suddenly snatched, I won't give up easily."

He is many years older than Meng Fuchi, already approaching middle age, his aura is quite formidable, yet compared to Meng Fuchi he still appears weaker.

"Meng also has no choice—ELF has so many mouths to feed; losing the casino, we must make up for it elsewhere."

Meng Fuchi leaned leisurely on the sofa, his tone calm, "However, Red Light Street brings in considerable profit; since you arrived first, how about a two‑eight split?"

"Two‑eight..."

"This is even less than Sun Hong's bottom‑line three‑seven split!"

He held his breath, slammed the cup on the coffee table, "Does Leader Meng not think this is too bullying?"

Meng Fuchi was about to continue speaking when the private room door suddenly burst open.

Several staff members filed in, continuing to serve drinks.

He glanced at their steps and bearing, then curled his lips in a faint smile.

Du Ruosong, sitting not far beside him, puzzled, asked, "What are you laughing at, Fuchi?"

"I'm laughing at the surprise Long Ge prepared for us—it's truly clumsy."

Meng Fuchi suddenly picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table and shot it at those staff members.

Sure enough, the man who narrowly avoided being hit dodged, pulled out the handgun hidden under the wine tray, and aimed it at the ELF and Red Gang members.

"Don't move!"

Sun Hong and the Red Gang members were startled by this sudden scene; after a moment they reacted, "You…… you are the assassins of the Poison Stock!"

But now they had guns pointed at them, so they could only be forced to raise their hands.

Meanwhile, Meng Fuchi remained completely calm and composed.

Du Ruosong was surprised by his keen observational skills, and also took a close look at those gun‑wielding Poison Stock assassins; at a glance he saw the problem.

Among them was actually a person who, during the casino operation I once cooperated with Long Zhen Tian on, had been exchanged as an undercover agent to ELF!

Meng Fuchi surely recognized him!

Du Ruosong's heart jolted; he hastily averted his gaze, his mind racing for a solution.

"Long Ge said, Red Light Street—he won't give it to anyone! No one can take it from him!"

The leader raised his gun, aiming at Meng Fuchi, the currently greatest threat.

"That's true, but I don't want to hear it."

Meng Fuchi raised his wine cup toward him, took a sip, the red wine trickled down from the corner of his mouth, a drop sliding over his Adam's apple until it vanished into his collar.

He looked completely unlike someone with a gun pointed at him.

"However, since Long Ge enjoys giving gifts so much, I'll return him one as well, how about that?"

He gave a meaningful glance at the undercover agent standing at the rear.

"What do you mean?" Sun Hong also didn't understand, wondering if Meng Fuchi, even with a gun aimed at him, still had a way out.

The next second.

The private room door was completely burst open; ELF assassins threw in the bound core members of the Poison Stock, then from behind seized those people and knocked their guns away.

"Behave! How dare you point guns at our boss!"

"Don't move!"

ELF's people quickly brought the situation in the private room under control, seizing power over life and death.

All of this happened in less than two minutes, leaving the Red Gang members dumbfounded.

"Wasn't this supposed to be a negotiation?! This is more like a raid!!"

"ELF's people are indeed terrifying!!"

Zuo Kun and A Qiang entered one after another, holding a small box.

"Boss, these are the deeds to all the storefronts of Red Light Street, the land contracts of the bars and nightclubs, and the transfer documents."

A Qiang placed the box beside Meng Fuchi.

"However… after our people stormed the main building, we only managed to bind their core members; Long Zhen Tian had already been killed in his office before we arrived."

"Huh?" Meng Fuchi frowned, "Killed beforehand? Have you found out who did it?"

He glanced at Du Ruosong, his eyes suspicious.

"No, the attacker likely came from outside the window; strangely, the area outside his office is very open, with no place for a temporary shot or hiding, and… we didn't find the weapon at the scene."

Bringing up this matter, Zuo Kun felt it extremely strange, he scratched his head and continued:

"Moreover! Long Zhen Tian's tongue seemed to have been sliced off out of thin air, as if by a very sharp blade; even piercing straight up through the skull would cause instant death."

A Qiang also nodded, adding, "Yes, boss, we questioned the people outside the office, and they all said they heard nothing else."

After hearing this, Meng Fuchi immediately dispelled his suspicion of Du Ruosong.

"He isn't that strong, and his work isn't that meticulous."

"Actually, it's rather interesting—when did Long Zhen Tian provoke such a major figure, who comes and goes without a trace, able to take the weapon away unnoticed and kill with a single blow?"

"As long as he's dead, nothing else matters."

Meng Fuchi glanced at the Poison Stock members kneeling or lying prone, "I also don't want to just destroy the Poison Stock like this—what do you all think?"

He was looking at the vice‑leader of the Poison Stock.

That person indeed nodded and bowed, "As long as you spare us, from now on the Poison Stock will no longer be an enemy of ELF! Red Light Street is yours too!"

"Very good."

Meng Fuchi nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the grim-faced Sun Hong: "What does Boss Sun mean?"

"Hmph, to the victor go the spoils, to the loser the blame. Since you were already prepared, today you probably never intended to negotiate properly with me."

Sun Hong finally understood everything, his face turning green: "The Red Gang won't get involved in your business!"

"Then thank you for your generosity, Boss Sun."

Meng Fuchi stood up, drew a dagger, his pale fingertips brushing the blade: "However… there's still something that needs to be taken care of."

He walked over to the subdued undercover agent, slit open the mask with the dagger, his expression icy cold.

"I didn't know that ELF still had an undercover who ran away?"

"No… I'm not…"

That person, frightened out of his wits, trembling all over, said: "I'm not an undercover…"

He instinctively looked toward Du Ruosong, eyes pleading for help.

Meng Fuchi followed his gaze, his mocking eyes landing on Du Ruosong: "Oh, it's you again? Could it be that they all want to frame you?"

By the time he finished the last half of his sentence, his tone was extremely cold, full of killing intent.

"I…"

Du Ruosong silently cursed the idiot, even at death's door still wanting to give himself away.

"It's not true; maybe my subordinates are just incompetent. Fuchi, don't be angry—we've known each other for years, how could I possibly betray you?"

"You're right," Meng Fuchi smiled brightly, appearing truly without suspicion, "Then you just watch here how I deal with this undercover."