Chongzong stood there, and the gangsters stood there too.

They locked eyes.

Although their gazes were parallel, their positions were no longer equal.

After a brief exchange, it was already clear who held the upper hand between Chongzong and the gangsters; the remaining gangster was no match for Chongzong.

As a result, one was calm and composed, while the other was cautious.

They were five or six steps apart.

"Where's Heitian?" (Chongzong)

Before engaging, Chongzong inquired once again, hoping this gangster would be sensible.

But the gangster didn't respond.

So, Chongzong took a step forward. Unexpectedly, the gangster, who had just been fierce, suddenly turned and ran off, sprinting away.

This caught Chongzong off guard. He had expected the gangsters to fight to the death, even if they couldn't win, they would fight until they were ** on the ground.

—It seems this one has a bit of brains.

—Maybe this guy knows something.

Chongzong didn't immediately give chase, but instead picked up a plastic crate containing beer bottles at the roadside, took aim at the gangster's head, and hurled the crate at full force.

The plastic crate sailed through the air in a perfect arc and landed squarely on the gangster's head with a loud "clang," covering his head.

With a heavy blow to the head and his vision blocked, the gangster, who had been running, stumbled and fell to the ground.

It was then that Chongzong leisurely walked over, sat on the gangster's back, and then twisted one of the gangster's arms, firmly gripping it.

"Tell me, where can I find Heitian?" (Chongzong)

"I don't..." (Gangster)

Before the gangster could finish his sentence, Chongzong mercilessly twisted the gangster's index finger in the opposite direction.

The intense pain prevented the gangster from speaking any further, but what he wanted to say was ultimately meaningless to Chongzong.

"Don't waste my time. Where's Heitian?" (Chongzong)

As Chongzong spoke, he tightened his grip on the gangster's middle finger, clearly indicating that if he didn't answer the question properly, the next finger to break would be the middle one.

Throughout the process, the gangster's cries of pain never ceased.

But as soon as Chongzong tightened his finger, the gangster obediently fell silent.

Chongzong's message had been effectively conveyed to him: either cooperate or endure more pain.

"H-He, Heitian's w-whereabouts, only a few cadres kn-know... I can only m-make an educated guess... He should be at a re-restaurant in the f-food street, getting ready to eat." (Gangster)

Still recovering from the intense pain, the gangster gasped out his response.

"Alright, thank you." (Chongzong)

Chongzong got up from the gangster's back, then leaned down, patted the gangster's back, and swiftly delivered a chop to the back of the gangster's neck, causing him to faint before he even had a chance to scream.

Afterward, Chongzong didn't leave immediately but instead searched and broke all the phones on the three gangsters before departing.

Chongzong, who had obtained the information, did not immediately go to the food street to find Kuroda. Instead, he repeated his methods, interrogating several thugs for information about Kuroda's whereabouts, comparing the obtained information, and only then coming to a conclusion.

It was confirmed that Kuroda would have dinner at the food street at night. However, several officials would accompany him, with strict security measures in place, including officials carrying restricted knives.

"Should we just go and kill him directly?"

Despite his anger, Chongzong had not lost his rationality.

He began the next step of his plan.