After my divorce at thirty, I developed an intelligence network.

The figure was incredibly fast, taking advantage of the rain and darkness, moving like a ghost, and darted to the side of the truck's cab in just a few steps.

"Damn it!" Wu San caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and was so frightened that he instinctively jerked the steering wheel.

It's too late.

"Bang—!!!"

A muffled thud, not from an impact, but from the dark figure slamming into the driver's side door!

The force was so great that the entire beat-up truck shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, a hand reached in from outside the half-rolled-down car window, precisely grabbed Wu San's right wrist as he was holding the steering wheel, and twisted it hard!

"Ah—!" Wu San let out a painful howl as the engine whirred and stalled.

"Who?! He's asking for it!" The blond-haired man in the passenger seat was both shocked and furious. He grabbed a short iron rod from under his feet and was about to open the door and get out of the car.

As soon as he opened the car door, a foot wearing heavy work boots kicked out and landed on the inside of the door!

"Bang!" The car door slammed into the blond-haired man, knocking him back into his seat, and the iron rod in his hand flew out of his grasp.

Before he could react, the owner of that foot grabbed the car door frame with one hand.

With his other hand clenched into a fist, he used the momentum to deliver a short, straightforward straight punch that landed hard on the blond-haired man's face!

"Ugh!" The crisp sound of a broken nose was drowned out by the rain; the blond-haired man didn't even have time to scream.

Suddenly everything went black, and he collapsed backward onto his seat, his face covered in blood mixed with rainwater.

All of this happened so fast that Wu Sangang, in the driver's seat, endured the excruciating pain in his wrist and reached for the dagger hidden under the seat.

Gong Yuelong had already dealt with Huang Mao. He turned around, his cold gaze piercing through the rain, and locked onto Wu San.

"Who...who are you?!" Wu San's voice trembled, the dagger in his hand shaking violently.

Scarface's threats, the suspicion of being followed, and now this sudden attack... all the fear exploded in an instant, leaving his mind blank.

Gong Yuelong did not answer.

He leaned into the driver's seat, ignoring Wu San's wildly swinging dagger, grabbed Wu San's wrist with his left hand, and pressed his thumb hard on a certain pressure point.

Wu San felt a numbness in his entire arm, and the dagger clattered to the ground under the car.

Immediately afterwards, Gong Yuelong's right hand formed a claw, grabbed Wu San's collar, and dragged half of his body out of the driver's window, slamming him onto the muddy ground!

"Splash!" Wu San fell and was completely disoriented, his mouth filled with mud and water.

He tried to get up, but a mud-covered boot was already pressing down on his chest, immobilizing him and making it difficult for him to breathe.

The other two people in the carriage scrambled down and saw Huang Mao lying lifeless in the carriage with his face covered in blood, and Wu San being trampled on the ground like a dead dog. They were terrified.

One person turned to run, but tripped over the wet, muddy ground and fell flat on his face.

The other man mustered his courage, grabbed a crowbar from behind the car, and charged forward with a strange shout.

Gong Yuelong didn't even turn around completely; he just listened to the sound of the wind, sidestepped the chaotic slashes, and at the same time hooked and tripped with his feet.

The man with the crowbar lost his grip and slipped, falling forward.

Gong Yuelong casually chopped the man hard on the back of the neck. The man didn't even utter a sound before collapsing into the muddy water and lying motionless.

The one who fell to the ground, seeing this, completely broke down, knelt in the mud, buried his head in his hands, and cried out:

"Don't hit me! Big brother, spare me! It's not my fault! It's all Third Brother's fault... no, it's all Wu San's fault..."

The rain was still falling, relentlessly washing away the chaos.

The truck was leaning against the pile of scrap, its headlights still on, illuminating the few people lying in the mud.

Wu San was trampled underfoot, the icy rain stinging his eyes, and he still hadn't seen his attacker's face.

But his swift and decisive skills, and the silent oppressive aura he exuded, were even more frightening than the most ruthless thugs he had ever encountered.

This isn't about seeking revenge; it's more like... clearing obstacles.

"Big...Big brother...spare me...the money, the money's all in the car...the goods, the goods are yours too..."

Wu San was rambling incoherently, thinking he had encountered a ruthless bandit who was double-crossing him.

Gong Yuelong finally bent down, raindrops dripping from the edge of his hood and hitting Wu San's face. He leaned closer, his voice low but clear, penetrating the rain and reaching Wu San's ears:

Where is Boss Wu?

Wu San froze.

"Who was that scarred man who came in just now?"

Wu San's pupils contracted.

"What goods are you moving tonight?"

He instantly understood. This wasn't a double-cross; it was aimed at him and Boss Wu! This guy… was he sent by Boss Li? Or is he some other enemy?

"I...I don't know..."

Wu San tried to hold on, but the foot on his chest suddenly increased its force, and he immediately felt that his ribs were about to break, and he was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back.

"Speak," Gong Yuelong said, his voice completely flat.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Wu San completely broke down.

"Scarface... is the boss's top henchman, in charge of the goods... tonight's goods... are, are a batch of substandard steel bars, brought from out of town, intended... intended to be mixed into a few small projects that need to be rushed to completion..."

"Where is Boss Wu usually?"

"The boss... his whereabouts are unpredictable. He usually... usually spends a lot of time at the Jinhao Bath Center, that's his base... sometimes he also goes to Juxian Pavilion to eat and discuss business..."

"Juxian Pavilion?" Gong Yuelong's eyes flickered slightly.

"Yes...yes, it seems like the boss and the owner there have some kind of relationship...Brother, that's all I know. I'm just a gofer, please let me go..."

Wu San was in a sorry state, tears streaming down his face, mixed with rainwater.

Gong Yuelong looked at him quietly, and a few seconds later, the pressure on his foot suddenly loosened completely.

Wu Sangang felt a lightness in his chest, but before he could even catch his breath, he saw the mud-covered boot lift up and then point towards the outside of his left calf.

He stomped down!

"Snap!"

A sound of bone cracking rang out in the rainy night, briefly drowning out the sound of the rain.

"ah--!!!"

Wu San's screams became shrill and distorted as excruciating pain instantly swept through his entire body.

He clutched his left leg and rolled frantically in the mud.

Gong Yuelong withdrew his foot, his voice colder than the rain: "This leg, you should rest for a few days."

After saying that, he stopped looking at the screaming Wu San, turned around and walked to the back of the truck, lifted a corner of the tarpaulin and quickly shone his flashlight inside.

At first glance, it does appear to be rebar, but it is severely rusted and its specifications are questionable.

He turned off the flashlight and re-covered the tarpaulin.

Then he walked up to the guy who was kneeling and begging for mercy, completely terrified.

Seeing Wu San's miserable state, the man felt a surge of heat in his crotch and lost control of his bladder on the spot, which mingled with the rainwater and flowed all over the ground.

"Get him," Gong Yuelong pointed to his accomplice who was unconscious in the mud, "and the one in the car, away."

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother!" The man's voice was trembling so badly that he practically crawled over to drag his companion.

"Go back and tell Wu Jinshui."

"I was the one who messed with his plans and broke his henchmen."

"Gong Yuelong".

After saying that, his figure completely disappeared into the rain deep inside the factory.

The grass was broken, the snake was startled, and its tongue was severed.

Moreover, this time, the person who cut the grass left a clear name.

Now, it remains to be seen whether the snake lurking in the depths will accept this blood-stained business card.