97: Old Kuai, a local, acquired it through official channels!
Wu Tian roared and charged toward Steamed Bun at the entrance with dozens of people from the Hound Squad.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The Black Ice Platform members standing on the courtyard wall struck first. He fired a round from his hand crossbow, instantly taking down ten elites of the Hound Squad. These hand crossbows were military-grade items Chuanwen had bought at a high price, and their quality was excellent!
Then, the people on the wall hung their hand crossbows at their waists, drew their short knives, and jumped down. These ten people were personally trained by Steamed Bun; they aimed straight for vital points with concise and ruthless movements. Every single one of them was a born killer!
Meanwhile, Steamed Bun, standing at the courtyard entrance, gently drew his short knife and walked toward Wu Tian and the others step by step.
As they drew closer, Steamed Bun's speed suddenly increased, drifting past like a gust of wind. Instantly, a storm of blood erupted within the Hound Squad!
Wu Tian watched as the Hound Squad, his pillar of support, was easily slaughtered by Steamed Bun like pigs and dogs. He was instantly stunned.
Terrified to the core, he abandoned his Gang members without looking back, wanting only to escape this Hell.
But Steamed Bun was like a malevolent ghost, silently appearing behind him and severing his Achilles tendons at a speed he couldn't react to.
"Aaaaah! They're not human! They're ghosts! Malevolent ghosts!"
With his tendons severed, Wu Tian collapsed to the ground. Watching Steamed Bun continue to slaughter the Hound Squad like dogs, he let out a howl of terror!
Finally, the bloodbath in the backyard ended. In less than fifteen minutes, dozens of Hound Squad members had been wiped out by Steamed Bun and the ten Black Ice Platform elites.
"I thought he was a tough guy, but it turns out he's been scared witless!"
Xie Hongbing walked up to the trembling Wu Tian cowering on the ground, a look of contempt on his face.
"Leader Wu, I'll give you a chance to live. Tell me how you contact the Ailao Mountain Local Chieftain, and I'll let you go!"
"Otherwise, dozens have already died in the backyard today; one more won't make a difference!"
Xie Hongbing walked up to Wu Tian, squatted down, and patted his large bald head!
At this moment, Wu Tian finally understood why he had provoked the Black Ice Platform, that Vicious Beast—it was because of the smuggling channel!
He had thought that controlling the smuggling channel would be his ladder to the clouds to curry favor with the Immortal Official, but who would have guessed it would be the calamity that destroyed his Black Dog Gang.
"Will you really spare my life?"
Wu Tian said tremulously. He wanted to negotiate some terms, but upon seeing Steamed Bun's ice-cold eyes, his courage instantly vanished.
"You only have one choice: speak!"
Xie Hongbing didn't waste words with Wu Tian. He actually wanted to test the interrogation methods Steamed Bun had taught him on Wu Tian. His expression turned cold as he pulled out a sharp knife.
"If you don't talk, I have plenty of tricks waiting for you. Death by a thousand cuts, pulling out fingernails, driving nails into your ears... Do you want to try them?"
Xie Hongbing's words were like a demon's whisper, instantly sending a chill up Wu Tian's spine. He couldn't imagine how painful it would be if those methods were used on him.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!"
Wu Tian swallowed hard and said impatiently:
"The one who contacts the Natives is called Old Kuai. He was originally an Ailao Mountain Local Chieftain, but later, through Destiny, he stayed to live in Annan Prefecture. Now, he's in the Main Hall in charge of the Black Dog Gang's logistics!"
Having obtained the information he wanted, Xie Hongbing stood up and looked at Steamed Bun. He wanted to ask how to handle Wu Tian, but he was met with those same indifferent eyes.
In fact, Xie Hongbing had misunderstood. Steamed Bun looked at everyone with indifference, but Xie Hongbing thought Steamed Bun wanted Wu Tian dead!
"Uncle Mantou, I'll handle things here. Hurry and tell Big Brother and the Second Young Master the news about Old Kuai!"
Xie Hongbing glanced at Wu Tian as if looking at a corpse. Steamed Bun nodded, turned, and left with the ten-man elite squad.
At the Black Dog Gang's Main Hall, the atmosphere remained calm. Since Wu Tian had launched a sneak attack, the people in the Main Hall didn't know that he and the Hound Squad had already left.
Zhao Song and Chuanwen stood not far from the Main Hall. Steamed Bun had already told them the news.
"Uncle Mantou, take some men and quietly bring Old Kuai out. It's best not to alert the thugs in the Main Hall!"
Zhao Song said with cupped hands toward Uncle Mantou in the shadows. He mainly didn't want to leave any traces that would allow the Immortal Official to figure out who had acted.
Uncle Mantou nodded and, leading the ten-man squad he had personally trained, prepared to quietly infiltrate the Black Dog Gang's Main Hall.
"Uncle Mantou, if anyone sees you... then kill them!"
Chen Chuanwen said from behind Uncle Mantou. If they could delay the time it took for the Immortal Official Meng Xikun to find the Black Ice Platform, the Chen Family would have more time to develop.
As for the Wendong Society that had acted openly, Chen Chuanwen was already prepared to disband it. After all, the Gang members were of varying quality and only fit to be used as chamber pots.
"Don't worry!"
Uncle Mantou's tone was concise. He nodded to Chuanwen and led the ten-man squad into the Main Hall.
In less than half an hour, Uncle Mantou and the others returned. Behind him was a bound, dark-faced middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
Seeing the man, a smile touched the corner of Chuanwen's mouth. He stepped forward and asked with a chuckle:
"Old Kuai?"
The dark-faced man was clearly terrified. Not knowing how many people Uncle Mantou had killed in the Main Hall, he immediately began begging for mercy.
"Great hero, spare my life! I'm not one of the Black Dog Gang's people; I'm just a businessman!"
Seeing this, Chuanwen knew he couldn't explain everything in a moment, but the man they had brought out should be the right one.
"Uncle Mantou, I'll take him back to the Restaurant to see Father. Zhao Song, you and Uncle Mantou handle the clean-up!"
Chuanwen took custody of the tightly bound Old Kuai and spoke to Zhao Song.
"Don't worry, Second Young Master, I know what to do!"
Zhao Song quickly said with cupped hands. Chuanwen nodded and led Old Kuai toward the Restaurant.
In the Restaurant's backyard, Chen Changsheng was savoring his tea when he saw Chuanwen approach, pulling a dark-faced middle-aged man along.
"Father, this is the contact for the smuggling channel. His name is Old Kuai!"
Chen Changsheng looked at Old Kuai. This fellow was clearly terrified; his naturally dark face had almost turned white from fear.
"Brother, don't be afraid. We aren't bad people; we're businessmen too. As long as you do business with us, whatever money or goods the Black Dog Gang gave you, we'll give you double!"
Chen Changsheng chuckled and brewed a cup of tea for Old Kuai. Seeing Chen Changsheng's amiable appearance and hearing his business-like tone, Old Kuai finally relaxed.
"My business isn't easy to do; it might involve some risk!"
Old Kuai looked hesitant but finally spoke his mind. Chen Changsheng laughed heartily and then took out a Spirit Crystal, placing it on the table.
"I'm not afraid of risk. I only ask you—can you get this thing?"
Old Kuai looked at the Spirit Crystal Chen Changsheng had produced, a look of surprise crossing his face. The Black Dog Gang had also asked him to buy this stuff. Wasn't it just a rock? There were plenty of them in their mountains; were they really valuable outside?
"I have this, but it can only be obtained from the Ailao Mountain Local Chieftains!"
Chen Changsheng downed his tea in one gulp, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes. After working hard for so long, he had finally achieved his goal. The Chen Family finally had their first influx of resources!"}],