Seeing Fei Zheng’en's reaction, Chen Fan felt a slight joy in his heart, but outwardly he remained impassive, asking, "Who is the Heavenly Official?"
Fei Zheng’en gazed at Chen Fan and said, "I can tell you who the Heavenly Official is, but you must promise to leave now."
Chen Fan couldn't help but ponder.
Fei Zheng’en was a Di Sha, and although his exact position within the Brotherhood was unknown, his rank was certainly not low.
He possessed many of the Brotherhood's secrets, so capturing him would be of immense value.
However, in the current situation, with Fei Zheng’en relying on explosives, Chen Fan was temporarily unable to deal with him.
In Chen Fan's opinion, Fei Zheng’en likely lacked the courage for a suicide pact.
If he truly possessed such courage, he wouldn't be babbling so much now; he would have pressed the remote long ago and finished it with a bang.
Of course, even if Chen Fan saw through this, he couldn't push too hard.
As Fei Zheng’en himself said, as a big shot, he had experienced no small number of dangers. While he didn't want to die, at the brink of death, he might not lack the ferocity to meet his end.
"Agreed!"
After some thought, Chen Fan nodded.
"How can I trust you?"
Fei Zheng’en asked.
"On the grounds that I am Chen Tianjiao!"
Chen Fan said calmly, "Just tell me who the Heavenly Official is, and within twenty-four hours, wherever you flee, I will not send anyone to pursue you."
"But after twenty-four hours, I still won't let you off!"
"You..." Fei Zheng’en's expression turned angry. "Chen Tianjiao, you are truly a mad dog."
"Your conditions are so harsh, why should I agree to them!"
"You have no choice."
Chen Fan said indifferently, "If I don't leave and we just keep this up, you won't be able to bear it. As for you detonating the bombs, if you had the courage, you wouldn't have waited until now!"
Fei Zheng’en's face was grim.
He had been capable in his younger days, but not a martial arts master.
After years of a pampered life, he could no longer endure hardship.
Even just a stalemate would be unbearable for him, let alone facing a martial arts expert like Chen Fan.
"Twenty-four hours. With your resources, escaping overseas would be easy."
Chen Fan said, "I, Chen Tianjiao, never speak empty words."
"As for asking me to let you go, you know that's impossible. Your level within the Brotherhood is too high."
"The matter in Yuzhou, and the incident three years ago, are both related to you."
Fei Zheng’en's expression shifted. He stared at Chen Fan and grunted, "I hope you can keep your word."
"The Heavenly Official is... Wu, Bang!"
He finally spoke.
But at that moment, his words were only half-finished when a gunshot suddenly rang out.
Disbelief flickered across Fei Zheng’en's face.
A blood hole appeared between his brows. His eyes were fixed on one of his bodyguards beside him.
That man's gun was aimed at him.
And half a second before, the muzzle had been pointed towards Chen Fan. As he was about to reveal the Heavenly Official's name, the gun had swiveled with lightning speed, blowing his head open with a single shot.
Fei Zheng’en fell backward, without any final words.
To his death, he never imagined that he wouldn't die at Chen Fan's hands, but by the gun of his trusted subordinate.
In such a situation, the man he brought with him was naturally his most trusted subordinate, but the outcome was unexpected.
Even Chen Fan was somewhat caught off guard, his pupils contracting sharply.
Fei Zheng’en, falling backward, landed in the arms of a subordinate.
Hearing the gunshot, the others turned around, looking at the man who had fired, their eyes burning with rage.
"Viper!"
A bald man roared, turning his gun towards the man who had killed Fei Zheng’en and pulling the trigger without hesitation.
Bang, the bullet tore through the shooter's shoulder.
The shooter staggered back, bumping into a comrade, and then also turned his gun to fire.
Internal conflict erupted just like that.
Bang bang bang…
The two men exchanged shots.
The women bound with explosives screamed. Some collapsed on the ground, covering their heads and trembling, while others fled in panic.
The corridor space was limited, and after a few shots exchanged between the two, it immediately affected Fei Zheng’en's other subordinates.
Someone was shot, and someone instinctively retaliated, pulling the trigger on the two shooters.
The situation immediately became chaotic.
Chen Fan felt a sense of exasperation. He flashed forward.
"Viper, you traitor!"
"Boss, Boss?"
Some roared in anger, while others wept.
And the crackling gunfire continued unabated. Fei Zheng’en's most elite subordinates fell one by one in pools of blood.
Chen Fan's speed was not slow, but by the time he intervened, at least half of Fei Zheng’en's dozen or so subordinates had fallen.
With a sweep of his palm, his internal energy surged through the corridor.
Under this surge of energy, people were sent flying. Fei Zheng’en's elite subordinates were tossed aside, while the women, huddled on the ground, were mostly unharmed.
Chen Fan had held back his power, otherwise, he could have killed all those who were not martial artists with a single blow.
Yet, two men, propelled by Chen Fan's energy, leaped up and fled in opposite directions.
With Fei Zheng’en dead, the situation had drastically changed.
Some wanted revenge for Fei Zheng’en, while others abandoned everything to seek their own survival.
After unleashing his internal energy, Chen Fan flashed forward. He raised his hand and struck at the two fleeing figures in the air.
The sharp internal energy was like an arrow, sending one man flying and crashing to the ground.
But the other man managed to dodge it and disappear into the corridor at the other end.
This person was not weak and should have possessed the level of Hua Jin.
Chen Fan's attack was a bit too far, preventing him from stopping the escape.
Chen Fan didn't pursue further. He turned and, with a single finger, killed an elite subordinate who was aiming a gun at him.
A wounded man crawled towards Fei Zheng’en's corpse, fumbling for the detonator.
Chen Fan stepped on his hand, crushing it.
Picking up the remote, Chen Fan looked at the people present.
Besides the women tied with explosives, not many survived.
Viper, shot several times, sat on the ground, blood gushing from his wounds, clinging to his last breath.
The remaining survivors, apart from the escaped Hua Jin expert, were only two unharmed individuals, and Chen Fan had punched them into an office.
As for Fei Zheng’en, Chen Fan turned his corpse over. He was completely dead.
Even in death, Fei Zheng’en's eyes were wide with disbelief.
Viper was one of his most trusted subordinates, and yet he had killed him.
Chen Fan felt no particular anger. He knelt before Viper and asked, "Why?"
Viper grinned, blood pouring out. He looked at Chen Fan and said with difficulty, "The Heavenly Official... I've always been his... man!"
With that, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.
Chen Fan casually grabbed a living person and asked, "Do you know who the Heavenly Official is?"
The man looked blank, his eyes unfocused, and shook his head.
Chen Fan knocked him out and grabbed the next one to question.
However, no one knew who the Heavenly Official was.
Finally, Chen Fan approached the martial artist.
The latter shook his head with a bitter smile, "Don't ask me, I don't know."
"Which family's martial artist are you?" Chen Fan asked.
"The Liang family of Ludong."
The martial artist said, "I was hired by Fei Zheng’en with a substantial reward. I don't know his secrets."
"Is that so?"
Chen Fan sneered. "Do you dare say you're not from the Hero Alliance?"
The martial artist's lips parted, and he said, "I am a member of the Hero Alliance. So what?"
Chen Fan looked at him, then stomped down, breaking his leg. He pulled out his phone and dialed Han Wei, asking her to bring people to seal off the club and handle the aftermath.