Chapter 17

Meanwhile, on a narrow road laid an abandoned warehouse. It looked dilapidated and one would know that it hadn't been touched since long ago.

The place carried a dreary air that made one shiver unconsciously and would make one literarily scared. It was even said that the place had been haunted because there was an accident so the souls of the dead float around there.

Then a scream can from the building. It was so so loud, the surrounding bats had flown away. It wasn't of a ghost though but of a man.

He wailed as once again he had been shocked by high voltage torture machines. He looked very pitiful and had been muttering at them to let him off.

There were three men, two who were handling the device and one punching the man awake. The other one was more dressed up. He also looked handsome, one wouldn't expect him to be this kind of person. Yet, he was standing there holding a cigarette while watching with emotionless eyes. He seemed to be used to this sort of thing.

Once again, the other man has punched the battered man on the floor once again. The.man on the floor was none other than Manager Wu. He truly looked pitiful.

The man dropped the cigarette and stepped on it, putting the fire out and stepped closer to Manager Wu and bent a little, just making sure to be eye level with the man.

"I will ask one more time. Who sent you? What do they want?" Manager Wu faced the man with eyes and body full of fear. How cruel is this man?

He struggled and screamed "Lan Zhi it isn't your business. This involves the Zhang family's grudge." At this, Lan Zhi smiled in mockery. Of course, he knew that but he was not going to say anything because he's not answering his question.

He sighed and gave a punch to his face. "Look here old man, I could be at the club now with pretty ladies but I'm here with your ass and I am not enjoying it." He signalled to one of the men.

The man had handed him a silencer gun and with no hesitation, he pointed it towards Wu Deng's head. He truly would shoot him if he got tired eventually.

If possible, the already pale Manager Wu turned paler and he looked like his soul was about to leave his body. He actually peed himself.

Wu Deng couldn't take it anymore and started to talk. "I honestly don't know who they sent to hack it but I was in charge of the encryption. My job was to make sure all the dikes were well encrypted and no one would know. I used the underground language because I didn't think Zhang Wei would know about it. After all, their family hasn't been involved with the underground since a decade ago."

Lan Zhi looked at him with a cold face. "Yes, but who sent you?"

Zhang Wei didn't talk for a while until a gun had been shoved between his eyes with Lan Zhi ready to pull the trigger.

Manager Wu quickly answered "I don't know specifically but I know that the Ye family had a hand in it along with the Shu family. That's all I know I swear."

He panted after he was done and waited in agony for the gun hadn't left his head. Eventually, he felt the pressure of the gun leave his head and he opened his eyes to Lan Zhi sighing. Lan Zhi turned to the other men and asked "Where to able to get his testimony?"

They both nodded one carrying a recording device and the other with a little camera. With that, he signalled them to let him go. Before he was free, he bent to his level and sighed patting his head.

"I hope you speak none of this for your sake. You not only have us on your ass but also the same people you work for. It is in your best interest to shut up. Are we clear?"

Manager Wu nodded vehemently and scrambled out of the building. Lan Zhi snickered. How was he going to get home? Well, it didn't concern him.

He and his men approached a low key sedan and climbed in. Lan Zhi bought out a cigarette and lit it up. "I hope all traces of this incident have been erased." The men nodded and he turned to the window.

They drove away from the haunting place like they were just passing through and nothing of the sort had just happened.

'I need to talk to Zhang Wei. Something here doesn't add up.' He sighed once more and took a drag from his cig. He had work to do.