Chapter Thirty-two: Ghost Interrogation

The speedboat sliced through the waves like a razor-sharp blade, sending white foam spraying into the cold night air. Lin Feng stood at the edge of the deck, the sea breeze ruffling his dark coat. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with cold determination as he gazed at the man bound tightly to a metal chair in the center of the boat.

The man was "Ghost," the elusive mastermind behind the Shadow Consortium. Lin Feng had spent years tracking him down, and now, after the raid on Dark Shadow Island, he finally had him in his grasp. Yet he knew—this was just another step in his path for revenge. Ghost might be captured, but the real secrets, the ones that would bring down the entire organization, were still locked behind his lips.

Lin Feng took a slow drag from his cigarette, watching the ember glow against the darkness. Smoke curled around his face as he exhaled and spoke to Jack, his right-hand man.

"Wake him up. We have unfinished business."

Jack nodded and grabbed a bucket of seawater, the icy liquid sloshing as he lifted it high. With a sharp motion, he dumped it over Ghost's head. The man jerked awake, sputtering, his breath ragged as he coughed out the saltwater. For a moment, his dazed eyes darted around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Then he saw Lin Feng.

A flicker of fear crossed Ghost's face, but he quickly masked it with a twisted grin.

"Lin Feng," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "So, you caught me. What now? Do you think this changes anything? The Shadow Consortium will never fall."

Lin Feng smirked, stepping forward. His boot landed heavily on Ghost's knee, pressing down with deliberate force. A sickening crack echoed across the deck, and Ghost let out a strangled groan, his body jerking in pain.

"Never fall?" Lin Feng's voice was ice-cold. "Then watch closely. I'll make sure you see it crumble with your own eyes."

Ghost panted heavily, his fingers gripping the armrests of the chair until his knuckles turned white. But despite the agony, his grin didn't fade. Instead, he let out a strained chuckle.

"You think it's just Lin Zhengxiong and Zhao Wanshan? There are bigger players in this game." He coughed, blood staining his lips. "But you'll never reach them."

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He didn't hesitate—his palm shot forward, striking Ghost's chest with a bone-rattling force. Ghost gasped, choking as more blood dribbled from his mouth. He trembled, but the fight hadn't left him yet.

"Talk," Lin Feng commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Ghost sucked in a ragged breath. He hesitated, but the pain in his ribs reminded him that Lin Feng was not a man who took kindly to silence.

"Alright… I'll talk," he wheezed. "Three years ago… there was an American syndicate involved. A financial empire—they backed us. The Shadow Consortium was just a pawn on their chessboard."

Lin Feng's gaze darkened. "Which syndicate?"

Ghost clenched his jaw. He seemed to debate whether to keep his secret, but when Lin Feng's fingers twitched—ready to strike again—he relented.

"Blackstone Group," Ghost admitted bitterly. "Their leader is James Blackwell, one of the biggest players in the U.S. finance world. I never met him personally, but I know this—every year, they hold a secret meeting in America. That's where the real plans are made."

Lin Feng inhaled deeply, his mind racing.

"When?" he asked.

"Every year… at the end of December." Ghost's breathing was uneven now. "I don't know the exact location. They never told me."

Lin Feng scoffed. "Then you're useless to me."

His hand flicked in a subtle gesture, and Jack immediately stepped forward, grabbing Ghost by the collar and dragging him toward the boat's lower deck. Ghost struggled weakly, but his injuries had drained him. He knew there was no escaping this.

As Jack disappeared below, Lin Feng turned back toward the sea.

A soft voice spoke behind him. "Brother… what is the Blackstone Group?"

It was Lin Xue'er, her brows knitted together in concern. She had been silent until now, watching everything unfold from the shadows.

Lin Feng took another slow drag from his cigarette before responding. "An American financial powerhouse. If Ghost's information is right… they were the true masterminds behind what happened three years ago. This goes deeper than I thought."

Xue'er bit her lip. "Then what do we do next?"

Lin Feng's expression hardened. He flicked the cigarette into the ocean and turned to her.

"We return to Jiang City," he said flatly. "First, we deal with Ghost. Then… we go after James Blackwell."

His gaze drifted back to the horizon. A storm was coming, and the Blackstone Group had no idea what was heading their way.

The speedboat docked hours later. Lin Feng and his team wasted no time. They transported Ghost to the airport, securing him in the cargo hold of a private jet bound for Jiang City.

On the flight, Lin Xue'er sat beside her brother. "We caught Ghost," she said softly. "Does that mean… our parents' deaths are avenged?"

Lin Feng closed his eyes briefly before shaking his head. "Not yet," he murmured. "Not until the Blackstone Group is destroyed."

Xue'er exhaled, gripping her seatbelt. The journey home was long, but when the plane finally touched down in Jiang City, Lin Feng stepped out with renewed purpose.

"Welcome back, Boss," one of his men greeted him as they disembarked.

Lin Feng nodded. "I brought back a big fish."

He gestured toward Ghost, who was being escorted off the plane, bound and gagged. Without another word, they loaded him into a black SUV and drove straight to their headquarters—a towering skyscraper that dominated the Jiang City skyline.

Beneath the building, deep in the underground interrogation chamber, Ghost was once again tied to a chair. Lin Feng strode into the dimly lit room, his presence casting a long shadow over his captive.

"Let's talk," Lin Feng said smoothly, his voice carrying a quiet menace. "What other secrets does the Blackstone Group have?"

Ghost was breathing hard, sweat dripping down his face. But despite his exhaustion, he sneered. "You're wasting your time," he hissed. "Even if you kill me, you'll never touch them. The Blackstone Group is beyond your reach."

Lin Feng's foot slammed into his chest, sending him crashing backward with a sharp cry.

"Beyond my reach?" Lin Feng whispered. "Then let's start by bringing their reach down first."

Ghost coughed violently, blood speckling the floor. He shuddered, his bravado finally cracking.

"They… they have a hidden facility," he admitted weakly. "A secret lab… in the eastern outskirts of Jiang City. They're working on… weapons."

Lin Feng's eyes gleamed dangerously. "Then you'll take me there."

Ghost shook his head. "I've never been inside. But I know the address."

Lin Feng smirked. "That's good enough."

He turned toward one of his men. "Write it down."

As the address was recorded, Lin Feng exhaled slowly. The pieces were falling into place. Now, it was time to strike.

Blackstone Group thought they were untouchable.

They were about to learn otherwise.