Chapter 1469 Ingratitude?

Oucheng, an alley outside a bar.

A strange smell of alcohol permeated the alley.

Luo Feng carried Mario ahead, his steps steady without pausing for a moment.

Valais followed behind him, glancing around every now and then, seemingly quite alarmed.

"Turn this way."

Luo Feng suddenly stopped and pointed to a narrower fork in the road on the right.

“Okay.” Valais nodded.

She also saw it; at the entrance of the alley, there was a pile of abandoned wooden crates, about half a person's height, which perfectly concealed their figures.

The Mafia certainly wouldn't let this go, after all, their leader had been captured, so it was bound to be a fight to the death.

Moreover, Luo Feng has thoroughly angered the Mafia this time, and based on his understanding, they will definitely mobilize as a whole.

Just as the group hid inside, the roar of a car engine came from afar, and two blinding headlights swept across the alley entrance, startling Valais so much that he quickly covered his mouth.

Seeing this, Luo Feng couldn't help but shake his head.

Why is this guy so timid?
He still dares to engage in intelligence trading; I have no idea how he managed to do it.

"What do we do now?"

Valai glanced at Mario, then at Luo Feng, before speaking, "The Mafia will definitely not let you go."

"It's us," Luo Feng corrected.

Is this guy trying to wash his hands of him?
If it weren't for him, Luo Feng wouldn't have taken action against the Mafia.

Moreover, Boss Lei had mentioned the Mafia to him before, saying that their underground influence in Europe was very deep. He didn't listen carefully to what Boss Lei said afterward.

“That’s not the point,” Valais added. “You wouldn’t want something to happen before I find the person you’re looking for, would you?”

As long as Luo Feng still needs him, he can't possibly abandon him.

Valais thought he had Luo Feng completely under his control.

Luo Feng didn't say anything, but threw Mario into the pile of wooden crates and tapped him on the back of the head.

"Still pretending?"

The person on the ground suddenly opened their eyes, their bruised and swollen face filled with resentment, but they dared not struggle.

The moment his gun was taken from him, he knew that this Easterner hadn't held back at all; if he had resisted, his neck would have been broken long ago.

"What do you want?" Mario gritted his teeth, his voice trembling. "Kill me? My Calvaro family will not let you get away with this!"

Luo Feng ignored his threat, squatted down, paused his fingers on the leather wallet at Mario's waist, and took out a cell phone and a set of keys.

"Valai".

Luo Feng didn't even look up. "Which part of the Calvaro family's territory is closest to us and also the most remote?"

He has an idea now, and it remains to be seen whether it can be realized.

Valais was taken aback, then realized what he meant and quickly said, "There's an abandoned cold storage warehouse over at the old docks. It was where they hid their goods in the past, and nobody except the core members knows about it!"

He paused, then added, "The key... there should be one in this bunch, a bronze one."

Although he didn't know what Luo Feng was trying to do, he had done it anyway, and it didn't seem like a bad thing for him at the moment.

Mario stubbornly refused to move, but Luo Feng didn't waste his time. He kicked Mario in the back of the knee with a soft "crack," and Mario convulsed in pain, his shirt instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"If you keep dawdling, you'll break the other leg next time."

Luo Feng's voice was devoid of any warmth. Valai, watching from the side, felt his eyelids twitch and quickly stepped forward to grab Mario's arm.

"Stop arguing! Come with us!"

"What the hell do you want?"

Mario was completely bewildered, having no idea what Luo Feng was up to.

Even if it's because of past dealings, it doesn't have to be like this; it's like they're trying to wipe them out completely.

Luo Feng was really too arrogant, and this was also what Valai was thinking.

The three of them moved along the alley toward the dock. Mario was half-dragged and half-supported by Valais. He grimaced in pain with every step he took, but he dared not utter a single word of "no".

The old dock has long been abandoned, with rusty containers piled crookedly on the shore.

The sea breeze, carrying a fishy smell, blew in, making Valais shiver.

Luo Feng found the cold storage room, inserted the copper key into the lock, and it opened with a "click".

Pushing open the door, a musty, chilly blast of air hit me. The room was empty, with only a few rolls of tattered waterproof cloth piled up inside.

"Tie him up." Luo Feng pointed to the steel pipe in the corner. Valai immediately found a piece of discarded hemp rope and quickly tied Mario to the steel pipe.

The beating he received at the bar left him with absolutely no sympathy for the mafia boss.

Once the rope was securely tied, Luo Feng turned to look at Valais.

"Now tell me, what do you need from this investigation?"

Valai rubbed his hands together, his eyes brightening slightly. "I need to go to Old Ghost's shop. That's where I hide clues. There's a notebook with my contacts, and records of unfamiliar faces hanging around this area for the last three months."

He paused, seemingly worried that Luo Feng might overthink things, then quickly added, "It's not far! Just two streets ahead. I'll be right back in ten minutes!"

Luo Feng glanced at Mario, who was tied up and glaring fiercely at Valais, but dared not utter a sound.

“I’ll go with you.” Luo Feng picked up the steel pipe from the ground. “He can’t escape if he stays here.”

Just as the two reached the warehouse entrance, Mario's roar suddenly came from behind them.

"You think you can find out?! The person he's looking for is someone you can't touch! Valais, if you dare help him, you'll be dead sooner or later!"

Valais paused, his face turning pale.

The other party's words did indeed intimidate him. He still wanted to continue living in Oucheng, while Luo Feng could just leave, leaving him to deal with all the future troubles.

Luo Feng glanced back at Mario and said coldly, "If he makes any more noise, shut him up."

Mario immediately shut his mouth, but the sinister look in his eyes deepened.

He didn't know what Lu Feng wanted to do until he heard what Valai said, and then he understood everything. It turned out that Luo Feng had come to investigate that person.

And now he also knows what Luo Feng's true identity is.

He didn't know before, but because Valai had offended his men, he thought that Luo Feng might be a hired thug.

But it seems that's not the case now.

Old Gui's shop was hidden in the backyard of a hardware store, with a blackened canvas curtain at the door. Lifting the door, you'd find densely packed wooden shelves piled high with old newspapers, yellowed photographs, and small notebooks bound together with rubber bands.

An old man with a goatee sat in the corner, twirling a magnifying glass in his hand. When Valais came in, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"You dare to come here again? Mario's men just came by this morning, asking where you are."

Judging from his tone, the two seemed to be quite familiar with each other, and he seemed to know everything, which was why he came to advise Valais.

"Old ghost, stop talking nonsense."

Valai walked to the innermost shelf, pulled out a blue-covered notebook, and said, "I'm grabbing something and leaving right away."

Old Ghost then looked up at Luo Feng, his gaze lingering on the steel pipe in Luo Feng's hand for a moment before he suddenly spoke.

"Is the person you're looking for tall, has a scar on his left eyebrow, and always wears a black hoodie?"

Luo Feng and Valai were both taken aback.

Valais's notebook fell to the ground with a "thud".

"How did you know? I haven't even told you yet..."

Old Gui put down the magnifying glass and pointed to the old newspapers pasted on the wall.

The newspaper was crumpled at the edges, and it had a blurry screenshot from a surveillance camera printed on it. The person in the picture was wearing a hoodie, and the scar on his left eyebrow bone was clearly visible.

“Three days ago, this kid met with Snake Eyes’ men at the dock.”

Old Ghost's voice was very low, "I don't need to say more about who Snake Eyes is, right? He's an arms smuggler, and he's ruthless."

Luo Feng's gaze darkened.

The person he was looking for turned out to be connected to arms dealers?

Things are getting more and more complicated, and he has a feeling that everything is connected.

Most importantly, the words "snake eyes" inexplicably reminded him of the Shadow Council.

Could there be some hidden story behind this?
Just then, Valais suddenly grabbed a small metal box from the shelf, his expression changing drastically.

My spare phone! It's gone!

He suddenly looked at the old man, "Did Mario's men take it?!"

Just as Lao Gui was about to speak, hurried footsteps suddenly came from the shop entrance.

The canvas curtain was suddenly flung open, and three men in black jackets rushed in, each holding a gun, the muzzle pointed directly at Luo Feng.

"Don't move! Hand over Valais!"

The leader had a prominent scar on his left eyebrow bone.

Seeing this, Luo Feng narrowed his eyes; everything was completely different from what he had expected.

The most crucial point is that the other party only wants to maintain contact with him but doesn't actually want him. Didn't he secretly take those photos just to get something from Luo Feng?

Furthermore, if Snake Eyes really had connections with the Shadow Council, then the person he should be contacting is someone he doesn't associate with.

He had a feeling that there was an even bigger trap in the dark, but he didn't know it now.

"Luo Feng! Help me!"

Valai's voice trembled, and he shrank back, almost stumbling as he stepped on the blue notebook that had just fallen.

He stared at the three dark gun barrels, his legs trembling, and could only place all his hopes on Luo Feng.

Just now in the warehouse, Luo Feng was able to easily subdue Mario, so he should have a way to deal with these three.

Even if these people have guns, it should be the same, right?

With this thought in his mind, he could only place his hopes on Luo Feng.

Korofeng didn't move.

He didn't loosen his grip on the steel pipe, but his gaze swept over the man with the scar on his left eyebrow, the metal box mark on the ground, and the old ghost's tight lips.

Why did the snake-eyed man seek out Valais, but not him?
Valais is just an information broker; the real conflict with Mario might involve himself.

Is it a trap?

Did they deliberately use Valais as bait to force themselves to take action and expose themselves?
Or is there something more deadly hidden in Valais's spare phone than what he's investigating?

"Stop dawdling! Drag him over here!"

The scarred man kicked the door impatiently, pressing the gun barrel even closer.

Two henchmen immediately stepped forward, their rough hands grabbing Valais's arms, causing him to gasp in pain.

Valai tried to break free, but the moment his fingertips touched the other man's wrist, he noticed the gun barrel had dipped slightly, pointing directly at his waist.

He froze instantly, too exhausted to even struggle. He could only turn his head sharply to look at Luo Feng, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Sir! You can't abandon me! Just now in the alley and in the warehouse, you clearly said... said we were together!"

His voice grew increasingly urgent, trembling with tears.

"I helped you find clues, helped you kidnap Mario, and brought you to find Old Ghost. I did everything you said! You said you wanted to investigate someone, so I even took out the notebook I'd been hiding for half a year! Now they want to arrest me, and you just stand by and watch? You call that helping me? You're completely ungrateful!"

Luo Feng remained silent, his brows furrowing even more deeply. He noticed the scarred man's eye twitch when he heard the name Mario, and he quickly glanced in Old Ghost's direction.

This reaction is wrong; it doesn't seem like they're simply here to capture Valais.

After this, Luo Feng's thoughts became a little clearer.

As Valais saw that he remained silent, his heart sank deeper and deeper.

The fear and panic from before had all turned into disappointment, and an ugly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Okay... I understand now."

"You don't care whether I live or die, you just want my clues. Now that you're almost there, whether I'm useful or not is irrelevant to you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man holding his arm suddenly tightened his grip and dragged him roughly toward the door.

Valai staggered and glanced at Luo Feng one last time.

The person remained standing in the same spot, his back as cold as a stone, completely still.

He fell silent, too exhausted to even cry for help, left only with a chilling despair.

"This time... I'm really going to die."

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