The last rays of the setting sun, which had been casting a slant across the top of the gap between the buildings, faded away.
As dusk fell, the entire alley was plunged into complete darkness, with only the entrances on both sides allowing a faint glimmer of light to penetrate.
Several burly men surrounded the young man, closing in step by step, but they failed to see the restless glint and excited redness in the young man's eyes.
“I can triple the money your employer gives you, as long as you tell me his name.”
Xiao He stood still, his face expressionless beneath the mask.
However, this group of thugs didn't seem to have any intention of chatting with Xiao He. One of them was even carrying a baseball bat, looking particularly intimidating, as if they were serious about teaching Xiao He a lesson.
The skinny man at the very back raised a somewhat worn-out DSLR camera, aimed it at Xiao He, and prepared to film the whole process to report to his employer.
Xiao He stared intently at the camera, his eyes turning completely cold.
That's a real shame.
After saying that, the burly man stopped listening to Xiao He's "pleas for mercy" and instead swung his baseball bat directly at Xiao He's stomach.
With a sharp whistling sound, Xiao He took a step back and firmly grasped the baseball bat.
The stick struck his palm squarely, the pain lingering for a fleeting moment, but Xiao He remained unfazed. As the person behind him prepared to pounce and grab him, he suddenly kicked backward, sending the person flying.
He then grabbed the thug's wrist from the baseball bat, crouched down to the side, and swung his elbow, breaking the man's arm with a "crack".
"ah--"
The thug holding the baseball bat let out a scream, and then Xiao He snatched the bat from his hand.
Xiao He deftly reversed the baseball bat in his hand and stabbed it behind him, piercing the stomach of another thug who rushed up behind him. The man gagged and clutched his stomach in pain.
"So you're the only one who likes to bang on things?"
Xiao He asked jokingly, then smacked the two thugs on the head, sending them scurrying away with their heads in their hands.
"Ah, stop, stop—"
Despite their fierce demeanor and imposing aura, after Xiao He tapped them on the forehead, their eyes cleared, and they grimaced in pain, frantically rubbing their foreheads, completely losing their initial ferocity.
The skinny man who was recording the incident hadn't expected things to turn out this way. He pulled out a knife from his waist and threatened, "Stop it!"
Xiao He glanced at him sideways, a sinister smile appearing beneath his mask.
"I only knocked on them, not on you, right!"
Then, ignoring the knife in the skinny man's hand, he went on to make several more "bang bang bang" sounds.
The skinny man immediately crouched down in pain, clutching his forehead and screaming, "Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong—"
"Damn it, you dare to pull out a knife in front of me? You really make yourself look good!"
"I was wrong, brother. This is a fake knife, it's not sharpened, it's really not sharpened, stop hitting me—"
Xiao He remained silent, but struck the door again.
In the blink of an eye, only the sound of sticks hitting bones remained in the alley. The once arrogant group of five was reduced to a pathetic mess of running away with their heads in their hands and howling for mercy.
After a series of blows, Xiao He felt refreshed and finally stopped amidst the cries of the five people.
"Speak."
Xiao He picked up the camera from the ground and pointed it at the five people in front of him who were huddled together, trembling and covering their heads: "Who sent you? What did your employer tell you to do? Tell me everything clearly."
"Yes, Brother Nan sent us."
The skinny man said with a mournful face.
"Who is Brother Nan?"
"He's the big boss of our US XX gang's district, he's involved in organized crime with the higher-ups."
Where are the others?
He is not in the United States right now.
"Who contacted him?"
"We...we don't know either—"
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