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Chapter 440 - 470, The Brutal Songcai (8th Update)

Chapter 440: Chapter 470, The Brutal Songcai (8th Update)

On one side of the riverbank of Mongaro Island, there used to be a fishing boat moored here—it was Fang Yi and his crew’s boat. But now, there was another fishing boat.

Yang Wei and a drug enforcement guard were left to watch the boat. However, upon seeing another fishing boat approach, they instantly sensed the hostility from the other side and immediately fled the area. With only two of them, they could not stand a chance against the numerous foes.

There was a mast on the opposing fishing boat, and a flag was hoisted atop it, depicting an iron hook.

Inside the cockpit of the fishing boat, a middle-aged Siluo Country man let out a triumphant laugh, then shouted loudly, "Take those two down! Let none escape!"

On the boat, dozens of people grabbed their guns or axes and began shouting as they jumped off the boat, chasing after Yang Wei and the other guard.

The island’s underbrush was thick and dense. Yang Wei and the drug enforcement guard felt dozens of people following behind them. Despite their steely nerves, they couldn’t help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Moreover, what the two men hadn’t expected was that these dozens of people employed a roundabout encirclement tactic, swiftly trapping them.

Dozens of men surrounded Yang Wei and the guard, not giving them a chance to escape. Both had pale faces and raised their hands in surrender, as further resistance would only be courting death.

Two men approached, each landed a heavy punch on the faces of Yang Wei and the guard, and then took out ropes, preparing to tie them up and take them back.

However, just at that moment, a gunshot rang out.

The gunshot acted like a fuse, causing everyone to become very serious. They weren’t bandits but soldiers with quality training, and they didn’t panic too much in these circumstances.

However, what happened next sent waves of panic through their ranks.

All around them, there was the rustling sound of footsteps on leaves, and soon dozens of figures were moving swiftly, circling them in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!"

A comrade screamed before dropping to the ground with a thud.

One by one, others fell in the same way, all taken out by distant snipers!

"Spread out! Spread out!" someone yelled, realizing they were sitting ducks if they stayed huddled together.

So, the remaining men quickly dispersed, abandoning Yang Wei and the drug enforcement guard and hastily retreating back toward their fishing boat.

However, they didn’t realize that this was exactly what Fang Yi wanted.

"All Dragon Soul members, engage in close combat; kill if you can," Fang Yi commanded calmly from behind a tree.

The communication headsets ensured all Dragon Soul members heard.

The next moment, all Dragon Soul members, concealed in the dense underbrush, quickly closed in.

In fact, this was also a kind of training—a grim, bloody sort of training.

Other than the Dragon Soul members, Zhou Haotian and Wang Ting also joined the fight. Zhou Haotian was a Yinglong Guard, and his strength was unquestionable. Even Fang Yi had to admit that Zhou Haotian’s powers were far superior to all Dragon Soul members.

However, when it came to team spirit, Zhou Haotian was far lacking.

Regardless, it was a one-sided slaughter. All the men brought by the middle-aged man were slaughtered in no time. When the middle-aged man learned of this, he immediately ordered the boat to leave.

But as the boat’s motor just started, a man jumped onto the deck. The middle-aged man, furious, pulled out a rifle and began to fire as he moved towards the deck.

Fang Yi made a quick move and disarmed the rifle from the middle-aged man’s grip. Then he struck the man in the face with his bent elbow, sending him stumbling backward into a wall.

Fang Yi advanced and punched him to the ground.

Stepping on the man’s face, Fang Yi looked down and announced, "From now on, this boat is mine. Take me to Songcai!"

...

In Xianghua City, there were three major warlords, and Songcai was one of them. Yet, when speaking of the one with the greatest power, it was undoubtedly Shakun!

However, Songcai was no weakling.

At this moment, Songcai was oblivious to the fate of his men because he was excited about something else.

In Songcai’s room, a woman was bound.

The woman wore glasses and was bare, her body secured tightly with coarse ropes.

She was from Xuan Cang and a female journalist. How she ended up in this situation was a tale that began with a kidnapping several days ago.

There wasn’t much to say, really. She and a group of tourists had encountered bandits and after a series of unfortunate events, she ended up here—as a plaything for Songcai, one of the most powerful local warlords.

The female journalist had come here seeking to gather news about the drug situation in Xianghua City and to investigate some of its dark underbelly. However, what she hadn’t expected was to end up in this dire situation.

The female journalist regretted her decision, but regret was useless now.

The door opened and Songcai walked in.

Songcai had lost an eye to a knife in his earlier years, which had left him with the nickname of the one-eyed dragon. Instead of killing the man who had maimed him, he had kept him alive, leaving him in a state where he could neither live nor die.

Songcai’s damaged eye looked like a cataract, earning him the moniker of the one-eyed dragon. His appearance was frightening. Seeing Songcai enter, the female journalist shivered uncontrollably.

"Xuan Cang woman, heh heh," Songcai laughed with a creepy grin, rubbing his hands together.

The female journalist understood bits of the Siluo language. She felt an involuntary chill and trembled.

"Don’t... please don’t..." she cried out in terror.

But inside, the female journalist knew very well that her pleas were futile.

Pained not by pleasure but agony, Songcai slapped her across the face. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Enraged, Songcai’s actions grew more furious and brutal, causing her tremendous suffering.

Songcai left the room, and immediately a soldier handed him a damp towel.

Wiping his sweat, Songcai ordered, "Chop off the Xuan Cang woman’s limbs and hang them at the entrance of the camp."