An indescribable emotion touched a soft corner deep in Fang Cheng’s heart. This small-time punk, although notorious for his deeds, held sincere filial piety for his blind mother. This reminded Fang Cheng of his own mother. Killing isn’t a difficult task. But causing the mother of a target with remaining humanity to spend her lonely days in despair after her son’s death... It seemed... a bit excessive. This doesn’t fit Fang Cheng’s usual rules of conduct, appearing somewhat like the indiscriminate killing of innocents. "Woof... Woof woof..." A few faint barks came from deep within the alley, interrupting Fang Cheng’s thoughts. His eyes, sharp as a hawk’s even in the dark, swiftly scanned the crisscrossing streets around him. At both ends of the alley, a few masked figures in baseball caps were lurking. They were crouching stealthily, occasionally glancing toward Xiao Shuai’s dilapidated house. A fierce glint flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes. His figure slightly blurred, merging with the shadows of the night, silently vanishing from his original spot. A series of weak groans and the thud of heavy objects hitting the ground, sounded one after another deep in the alley. The noises were brief and suppressed, quickly swept away by the wind. In the silent night, they appeared particularly abrupt, yet swiftly returned to silence. As if, nothing had ever happened. About half an hour later, in the remote outskirts. Inside an inconspicuous van, the rear seat was folded up, leaving a large empty space. Four men, wearing only shorts, bruised and battered, were punished to kneel on the floor of the van. All over their bodies, tattoos depicted dragons and tigers, fierce and menacing. Yet at this moment, not a trace of their usual arrogance could be seen, each trembling like a leaf, eyes filled with horror. Like helpless lambs facing a fierce predator. Fang Cheng, still wearing his white mask, sat casually on a seat beside them. The red gemstones embedded at the eyes of the mask sparkled with a sinister glow in the dim light inside the vehicle. Like an Evil Ghost coming from Hell to claim lives, rendering these street thugs who usually fought and sliced, even more terrified. "You, what’s your name? Explain your background identity?" Fang Cheng pointed his finger at the thug in the first position on his right. The thug, tall and thin, was already scared out of his wits, nearly wetting his pants when Fang Cheng suddenly pointed at him. He opened his mouth shakily, seemingly wanting to answer, but could only utter "uh uh" due to fear. Fang Cheng frowned slightly, raised his hand impatiently, and slapped him hard. A crisp sound rang out. The thug let out a miserable cry, his body knocked backward as if hit hard, crashing into the side of the van. He covered his swollen cheek, spewing out a mouthful of blood mixed with a few broken teeth, whimpering for mercy: "M-Master... I... I..." But alas his mouth leaked wind and his mind seemed dazed by the slap, unable to speak coherently. Fang Cheng felt somewhat speechless, sighed. He had just barely touched him, yet the opponent couldn’t endure it. So, he waved his hand again, kindly lending assistance. The thug let out a short cry of pain, then completely passed out, falling silent. Fang Cheng turned his gaze to the second thug, who was short and had a dagger thrown at his feet. That man was already scared out of his wits, seeing his companion’s tragic fate, trembling even more violently, unable to speak at the moment. Fang Cheng frowned again, reached out his hand, and squeezed that man’s shoulder. A bone-cracking sound piercingly echoed. The short thug let out a blood-curdling scream, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat. This sound crushed the psychological defenses of the remaining two. The other two thugs were horrified, shouting out in terror: "I’ll speak! I’ll speak! Please spare me, Master, I’ll tell everything!" "It was Brother Chen, the leader of the Red Tiger Gang who sent us..." Especially the man with a scar on his face, expressed eagerness. Eager to reveal everything about the mastermind behind their actions to this devil in front of them. Afraid that a slight delay might lead to their bones being crushed next. Fang Cheng’s masked face revealed no expression, only the gem-like eyes remained cold and gleaming. In the following interrogation, he quickly learned the ins and outs of the matter. These four thugs were indeed sent by Chen Chen to monitor Xiao Shuai. It turned out, Chen Chen, although superficially cooperating with Xiao Shuai. His suspicious nature made him distrust this intermediary completely. He worried Xiao Shuai might leak the contents of their discussion tonight or play some tricks behind his back. Thus, he sent these few subordinates to secretly watch Xiao Shuai’s every move. If any anomaly was found, or contact with other suspicious individuals occurred, report immediately. If necessary, they were even allowed to directly "deal with" Xiao Shuai. Of course, none of these four thugs knew the specific details of the collaboration between Chen Chen and Xiao Shuai. They were merely following Secretary Liu’s phone orders, acting accordingly. After hearing the thugs’ confession, Fang Cheng understood the situation. Since the sent monitors were merely some ordinary low-level thugs, rather than trained Hunters from the Noah Organization. This at least indicated, Chen Chen was indeed somewhat disloyal to the Noah Organization.