Bang, bang, bang.

Dull thuds echoed continuously, and several figures collapsed limply to the ground.

Fang Cheng didn’t stop his pace, proceeding straight ahead with Wang Li.

The people rushing at them couldn’t even touch the hem of his shirt before being swiftly and decisively knocked away.

Along the path, a whole slew of bodies had already fallen on the corridor floor.

Passing through the dimly lit corridor, the guide stopped at a thick solid wood door, trembling as he extended his finger:

"This... This is Boss Wei’s lounge. He should be inside right now discussing business with a distinguished guest."

Fang Cheng raised his head, scanning the corridor ceiling and corners with his eyes.

After confirming there were no surveillance cameras, he nodded slightly:

"Thanks."

The thug froze for a moment, wanting to squeeze out a flattering smile.

Fang Cheng’s large hand had already pressed the back of his head, brutally smashing his face against the hard wall.

"Bang!"

The thug’s eyes turned black, unable to let out even a scream, sliding down the wall unconscious.

Wang Li stayed by Fang Cheng’s side the entire time, witnessing the slaughter with wide-eyed respect and awe.

Who could have thought that this seemingly gentle and reserved young man would be so fierce and decisive when taking action?

The stark contrast nearly made it impossible for him to reconcile the two images.

Despite his growing confidence in Fang Cheng at this moment, he couldn’t help but quickly move forward before they pushed the door open, whispering a reminder:

"Boss, please be careful. When I investigated yesterday, I noticed Boss Wei’s close bodyguards, and their clothes were bulging, likely hiding guns."

"Are you staying outside, or going in with me?"

Fang Cheng didn’t respond to his reminder, merely tossing out a light question.

Wang Li froze in place.

He looked at the gang members writhing in pain on the floor, then at the tightly closed door, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Even though his legs were trembling uncontrollably, the thought of his daughter in the hands of these scum made him grit his teeth fiercely, a glint of fatherly resolve bursting forth in his eyes:

"Boss, I’m going in with you!"

Fang Cheng glanced at him in slight surprise, nodding gently without saying more.

Then, he lifted his right leg, aiming the tip of his foot at the door panel’s center.

A straightforward and forceful front kick slammed heavily against the door.

"Boom—"

The thick solid wooden door shattered instantly like a fragile foam board.

Splinters of wood mixed with fragments of broken metal hinges bombarded into the room.

The spacious lounge was filled with the rich aroma of high-end cigars.

Two middle-aged men sat across from each other, separated by a large mahogany desk, talking and laughing.

Beside them stood a few muscular men clad in tight elastic shirts.

The moment the door was violently shattered, the loud noise overshadowed the conversation.

Everyone in the room froze, staring in shock and disbelief toward the entrance.

Fang Cheng walked steadily into the room amid the scattered wood chips.

He ignored the bodyguards reaching for their waists, his gaze locked onto the man sitting behind the boss desk, with a prominent knife scar on his face.

Based on Wang Li’s earlier description, this must be the person in charge.

"Are you the boss of the Poison Snake Gang, Wei Qiang?"

Fang Cheng asked.

Wei Qiang quickly recovered from the initial shock, regaining the composure befitting a gang leader.

He extinguished his cigar in a crystal ashtray, sneering coldly:

"No wonder it was so noisy outside; turns out an expert came to crash my party. Judging by your leisurely demeanor, my useless subordinates outside must all have been dealt with by you, huh?"

The guest sitting across showed a hint of surprise.

He tidied his suit jacket, stood up, and cupped his hands toward Wei Qiang:

"Boss Wei, since you have visitors, Mr. Chen will take temporary leave. As for the deal, we can discuss it in detail next time."

Wei Qiang stood up, politely gesturing:

"Sorry for the inadequate hospitality, Mr. Chen. Take care."

Mr. Chen nodded, guiding his two bodyguards around the scattered wood pieces, heading straight for the open door.

However, just as he was about to step out the door.

Fang Cheng extended his arm, his tall frame like an insurmountable wall, blocking Mr. Chen’s path.

Mr. Chen’s steps halted abruptly, raising his head in surprise to meet Fang Cheng’s unperturbed eyes.

The two bodyguards behind him immediately scowled, reaching out to push past.

Mr. Chen reacted swiftly, lifting his hand to stop his subordinates.

He studied the young man who kicked the door apart, forcing a faintly amiable smile:

"Sir, Mr. Chen is just an honest businessman. We have no grievances; would you kindly allow some passage?"

Wei Qiang, seated behind the mahogany desk, frowned, tapping the table with his cigar-clad fingers, his tone unfriendly:

"Friend, which path are you on? I, Wei, haven’t offended you, have we no past grievances nor recent enmity?"

Fang Cheng kept one hand in his pocket, not even glancing at him, simply uttering a flat response:

"You messed with my people."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qiang paused:

"Messed with your people? Who?"

At the doorway, Wang Li finally summoned his courage, stepping half a pace forward from behind Fang Cheng.

His eyes were bloodshot, barely containing his anger, shouting loudly:

"Where is Wang Yao held? Release my daughter now!"