Chapter 1
This kick looked light and casual. However, the gunman's calf was kicked into a ninety-degree obtuse angle. The stark white broken bone fragments were clearly visible. He clutched his leg on the ground, rolling and screaming in pain. Cold sweat poured down his forehead. He had no mind to retaliate!

Fang Senyan ignored him and added another kick. He turned his head to look at Crab very seriously, saying, "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Fang Senyan, and coincidentally, I am the elder brother of Sanzi, whom you captured."

Crab took a few steps back, a look of disbelief on his face. "You... you... how is that possible?"

Fang Senyan raised a finger and shook it. "Anything is possible."

The advertising slogan, coming from Fang Senyan's mouth, didn't sound funny at all.

"Oh, and I have to regretfully inform you that if you don't tell me where Sanzi is in ten seconds, you'll have to figure out how to get a disability certificate."

Crab gasped for breath. Probably because he was holding a gun, giving him a sense of security, he didn't immediately understand what Fang Senyan meant. But Fang Senyan always kept his word, so ten seconds later, Crab's screams echoed through the gambling den. His left foot was stomped on at the ankle by Fang Senyan, resulting in a comminuted fracture plus shattered muscles. It looked like he would have to choose amputation.

Even though Crab fired three more shots at Fang Senyan, he was even more horrified to see that a bullet that hit Fang Senyan's head was directly deflected. The other two bullets penetrated, but Fang Senyan didn't care at all. His muscles relaxed and contracted, and the twisted and deformed bullet heads were ruthlessly pushed out by the powerful muscle contractions, dropping to the ground with a thud! This bizarre and outlandish scene directly crushed Crab's mental defenses, and he stammered out everything.

It turned out that Crab had always gotten his "goods" in the gambling den from the boss's boss. With layers of discounts, he didn't earn much. But once he met some members of the Daquan Gang, and through them, he got on the Vietnam line. Taking goods directly from the seller, Hua Li, naturally brought in a flood of cash.

But eventually, the truth came out. Crab couldn't hide this from his boss, who wanted to punish him according to the family rules. Crab wasn't exactly a nice guy either. With the support and help of the Vietnamese, he simply turned against his boss and killed him. With guns and money, he naturally kept his subordinates in line. But he didn't realize that he had gradually become a puppet of the Vietnamese. The two bodyguards beside him were gunmen from Saigon, Vietnam.

A while ago, news came from Vietnam to watch out for a group of fishermen, and they described the names and characteristics of Fang Senyan and his group in detail. Yesterday, someone reported that they had seen someone who seemed to be who they were looking for at a roadside stall.

As a result, they caught Sanzi there, wolfing down a bowl of fish balls. And Sanzi wasn't as useless as they said. He had a strong will, and they interrogated him for a whole day without getting anything out of him.

Of course, what Fang Senyan wanted to know most was also pried out of Crab's mouth: the location where Sanzi was being held, which was a high-end luxury clubhouse not far from here... Of course, since it was a place where a guy like Crab could live, there was no shortage of gambling, drugs, and prostitution. Since Crab was no longer useful, Fang Senyan questioned the other gunman, but found that this guy was still very tight-lipped. Fang Senyan was too lazy to waste words with him and directly snapped his neck. Even though Crab begged bitterly, he couldn't save his life.

Fang Senyan casually tidied himself up. The only trouble was that his clothes had been torn by bullets. It would be too unconventional to walk out like that, so he randomly found a piece of clothing on a dead man and changed into it. He wasn't worried that the police were already following him to investigate. This kind of internal gang feud... a very intense gun battle feud... many police officers would even be happy to see it happen.

Because if these armed gang members didn't die in a shootout, then the police might have to risk their bullets to arrest them and bear the huge risk. And even if the police took it seriously, Fang Senyan wasn't worried. Because, no matter how magically the police solve cases in movies and TV shows, the actual success rate is less than 20% on average. Where are there so many Sherlock Holmes-like guys who solve cases like gods? But then again, if the police really investigated Fang Senyan, they should be the ones worried...

(By the way, it's true that the case-solving rate is low: if you don't believe it, just look at the murderers who ran to participate in TV talent shows and were recognized during matchmaking, and you can infer a lot of cruel facts: because there may be murderers who participated in these shows and were not recognized, and even more murderers who are normal and don't participate in these shows at all... Oh my god! Why are there so many murderers who haven't been caught by the police!)

The high-end luxury clubhouse where Sanzi was being held wasn't too far away. It only took Fang Senyan five minutes to get there. After he entered the clubhouse, he threw out a tip of three thousand Hong Kong dollars and easily got close to the top floor of the clubhouse. It looked like there was a feeling of "no admittance for idlers" here. There were only two kinds of people who could stay inside: either VIPs or prisoners.

Obviously, Fang Senyan's low profile was forced to end in front of two burly guards. Even Hong Kong dollars didn't work. So Fang Senyan, who raised a toast but was directly splashed back, had no choice but to ask them to drink a forfeit. Fortunately, although Fang Senyan went on a killing spree today, he wouldn't be so ruthless as to harm innocent people, so he just knocked them unconscious and stuffed them into the storage room next door.

The top floor of the clubhouse was completely decorated in a Japanese style. The floor was covered with clean and tidy tatami mats, and there were elegant screen partitions next to it, as well as bud-shaped wall lamps. It looked very quiet. Looking closely, there were at least dozens of rooms on the top floor. Because Crab only said that he put Sanzi on the top floor to make it easier for the Vietnamese to pick him up, he didn't say the exact location. Fang Senyan didn't expect the top floor to be so big. He was afraid of alarming the gang members guarding Sanzi and causing unnecessary harm to Sanzi, so he couldn't search the rooms one by one. He really felt like a rat pulling a turtle, with no way to start.

Helpless, Fang Senyan dragged the two guards in and tried to wake them up. Unfortunately, he had been too ruthless when he attacked them. As a result, these two unlucky guys should have fallen into a deep coma. Fang Senyan realized that this action was futile, so he could only throw the two of them into a power supply room next door and let them continue sleeping. He took off a guard's uniform, put it on, and stood at the door waiting for the others to come in and out.

Clubhouses usually get lively after six o'clock in the afternoon. It was only a little past noon at this time, so it was naturally very quiet. Fang Senyan waited for a while before a graceful woman walked in from outside. She was holding a tray with exquisite tea sets on it. This girl looked refined and beautiful, and what was even more rare was that she had a lot of temperament. She should be one of the top-level service staff in the clubhouse.

When Fang Senyan saw her, he walked out and stood in front of her, saying, "Miss, where does Crab live?"

The woman glanced at Fang Senyan's guard uniform with disdain. She raised her eyebrows and ignored Fang Senyan, wanting to continue walking forward. Fang Senyan was afraid of a long delay. He had finally waited for her, so how could he let her go easily? His face immediately turned gloomy, and he grabbed the woman's clothes. "Where does Crab live? Tell me!"

"うるさい!" (noisy!)

Fang Senyan was stunned. He didn't expect this woman to be Japanese.

While Fang Senyan was stunned, two young men in black suits appeared in the corridor in front of him, tentatively looking around. When they saw the situation here, they immediately shouted and ran over. It was probably that Fang Senyan pulling on the woman's clothes like this was quite inappropriate, and it was easy to associate it with illegal and bad behavior of wanting to touch the opposite sex without paying.

One of the two men was shouting in Japanese, and the other was speaking Taiwanese. Of course, they just wanted Fang Senyan to let go, and they also added a few unpleasant words. After the two of them ran closer, they immediately started! Slapping, punching, and kicking all came together. If Fang Senyan was an ordinary person, he would have been beaten to the ground long ago.

Fang Senyan felt that he was in the wrong for mistaking the person, so he dodged continuously and blocked a few times without fighting back. However, the Japanese man realized that his punches were all missing, probably because he was so ashamed that he became angry. He took out a gleaming dagger from behind his waist and stabbed it at Fang Senyan's chest. Fang Senyan was immediately enraged: even if I just molested your mother, it wouldn't be enough to kill me, right? He had killed his way here, and the ferocity in his heart resurfaced. He let go of the woman and quickly retreated backward.

How could these two thugs know that they were stepping into a death trap? They naturally chased after him closely. As a result, just as they chased into the power distribution room next door, Fang Senyan, who was hiding next to him, took a step out and blocked the door. The Japanese man continued to roar and stab forward with his knife. A bloodthirsty cold light flashed in Fang Senyan's eyes, and he threw a punch to meet it head-on!

Flesh and blood vs. steel!