Chapter Forty-Seven: The Gentleman’s Hideout

Chu Feng stood there, gazing at the neon lights in the distance, and thoughts of his younger sister came to mind. Everything he was doing now was for her.

Unconsciously, Chu Feng had been standing in that spot for over half an hour, motionless all the while. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He recalled the scene of interrogating the Scarred Wolf. During the questioning, Scarred Wolf had kept his head bowed, never meeting Chu Feng’s eyes. The interrogation of the corridor had finished before Zhou Tao went to question another man, and when the two of them compared notes, their accounts had been almost identical.

“This guy is likely lying. Since he knew the employer was called ‘Mister,’ he must also know where the employer is hiding. How could I have missed something so obvious?” Chu Feng replayed the interrogation in his mind, realizing now that there were things he had overlooked.

With his thoughts clear, Chu Feng hurried back to the emergency room on the second floor. Zhou Tao and his team would be there all night, so they hadn’t left. At that moment, Zhou Tao, Li Daniu, and Old Jin were playing cards together. With the interrogation done, they had nothing else to do, so they passed the time with a deck of cards.

“Stop playing,” Chu Feng said. “There was a flaw in tonight’s interrogation. We need to do it again. If they’re willing to tell the truth, we might be able to find the mastermind’s hiding place.” He explained the loophole and his new plan to the three men, and in the end, they all agreed to cooperate.

At 4:40 a.m., a time when people are most prone to drowsiness, the two soldiers on duty at the door were nodding off. Suddenly, a dark shadow flitted past their eyes, startling them awake. They quickly opened their eyes wide, but saw nothing. When they looked back, a black-clad figure stood before them. One of the soldiers tried to shout, the other reached for his gun to threaten the intruder into submission.

But the black-clad man seemed to anticipate their actions. He pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it to their noses. Within seconds, both soldiers collapsed limply to the ground.

After rendering them unconscious, the man dragged them into the warehouse behind him, where Scarred Wolf and the other two assassins were being detained. When the door opened and a man dressed in black entered, the three captives jumped in fright, thinking the employer had sent someone to silence them.

“You people on Sakura Avenue are useless. You can’t even handle something this simple, and now I have to step in personally. Tell me, how should I punish you?” A cold voice echoed in their ears.

Hearing the voice, the three of them began to tremble uncontrollably—it sounded just like Mister.

“Mister, we’ve done our best, but that young man is too formidable. His hidden weapons are impossible to predict, and my brothers all fell victim to his tricks,” Scarred Wolf pleaded, kneeling and kowtowing desperately as he tried to explain.

“That’s your excuse for escaping punishment? I warned you before: you know the consequences if the job isn’t done.” Mister’s tone was flat, as if he didn’t value their lives at all.

“I understand, Mister. Please give me another chance—this time I’ll finish the job!” Scarred Wolf continued to kneel and kowtow, echoed by the other two.

“I’ll give you one more chance: tell me where Mister is hiding.” Scarred Wolf, still kneeling, was stunned by the question, staring in disbelief at the black-clad man.

Just then, the two soldiers who had been lying on the ground suddenly stood up and trained their guns on the three assassins. The lights in the warehouse flickered on, illuminating the room.

In the bright light, the trio finally saw the true identity of the black-clad figure.

“As I suspected, you weren’t telling the truth. It seems I’ll have to show you some real pain before you’re willing to talk,” said Chu Feng—the one impersonating the black-clad man.

Scarred Wolf’s face went ashen the moment he realized it was Chu Feng in disguise. He stood frozen, thoughts racing. Earlier, when Chu Feng tormented him, he’d considered telling the truth, but a slip of the tongue in his nervousness had gone unnoticed by Chu Feng, so he lied about everything, thinking he’d escaped this ordeal. He never imagined Chu Feng would see through him after all.

“Old Zhou, take another man and interrogate the last one next door. Use whatever means necessary—just make him talk,” Chu Feng instructed Zhou Tao to handle the one assassin who hadn’t yet been interrogated.

Chu Feng’s plan with Old Zhou, Li Daniu, and Old Jin had been for him to disguise himself as a black-clad man and confront Scarred Wolf’s group to see what they would reveal. To his satisfaction, he’d obtained useful information.

“I’m giving you one last chance. Tell me where Mister is hiding. If you dare lie again, I’ll make you wish you were dead.” As Chu Feng spoke, a scalpel appeared in his hand, spinning deftly between his fingers.

Cang Wolf, watching the scalpel, remembered how his companions had all fallen under its cold blade. The glint of the steel sent a shiver through him, and he was torn inside: to tell the truth was death, but to lie meant a fate worse than death.

“Mister is hiding in a villa in the capital called Hengjing. I don’t know the exact building, because we were blindfolded when taken in. I only know the villa’s name because I sneaked a glance when we were leaving.”

This time, Chu Feng had made him keep his head up and his eyes open, not allowing even a blink.

Scarred Wolf’s eyes were filled with terror and resignation; it didn’t seem like he was lying.

“I hope you’re telling the truth. Otherwise, you’ll soon find out what it means to be cut to pieces.” With a flick of his wrist, the scalpel vanished. The sight of it left Scarred Wolf even more terrified. Even if Chu Feng were a magician, at such close range, he ought to have seen the trick, but the scalpel simply disappeared before his eyes.

Chu Feng ordered the two soldiers to continue standing guard outside. He couldn’t kill Scarred Wolf yet—these three were still of use.