"Mr. Bai, every time there are instructions, someone will be sent over." (Kuroda Soichiro)

Under Chongzong's ruthless interrogation, Kuroda Soichiro's defense collapsed.

Unable to bear the pain, he trembled violently like a sieve, intermittently uttering one word at a time.

Kuroda Soichiro, who was intimidated by Chongzong, no longer had the demeanor of a gang boss at this moment, but only the shell of a frightened man, trembling and confessing, hoping to avoid further harm.

"How do you know this person was sent by Mr. Bai Yaxin?" (Chongzong)

Chongzong coldly questioned.

"The first time we met, Mr. Bai introduced him to us." (Kuroda Soichiro)

"He... was called by Mr. Bai, the Atlas Brown Bear." (Kuroda Soichiro)

- It's him again.

Hearing this name in this place, Chongzong felt somewhat surprised.

But also within reason.

Among the cadres under Bai Yaxin, the most competent person within Chongzong's knowledge was probably the Atlas Brown Bear.

So besides violent work, it was also reasonable to assign him some managerial and clerical tasks.

"What does Bai Yaxin usually have you do?" (Chongzong)

"Mainly collecting debts, beating people, transporting some things..." (Kuroda Soichiro)

Upon hearing this, Chongzong immediately realized there might be a breakthrough here.

Collecting debts, beating people, even if these charges were proven, they are just minor offenses that won't shake Bai Yaxin.

But "transporting things" could be big or small.

If it's just transporting ordinary goods, then it's not worth mentioning.

But if it involves transporting dangerous goods, or even smuggling and drug trafficking, those charges could keep Bai Yaxin in jail for life.

"What are you transporting?" (Chongzong)

Chongzong feigned disinterest as he pursued.

"They are... well sealed. We dare not ask, only... deliver... once we arrive." (Kuroda Soichiro)

"Do you still have these things on hand?" (Chongzong)

"No... we don't. Everything... needs to be delivered on the same day, sometimes we need to deliver overnight." (Kuroda Soichiro)

As Kuroda spoke, he awkwardly lowered his head.

"Really all gone?" (Chongzong)

Chongzong didn't miss this bit of awkwardness.

"Gone... all gone." (Kuroda Soichiro)

After this response, Chongzong remained silent, just glanced around, then swiftly grabbed a utility knife from the shelf and "click-click" extended it by two sections, waving to insert it into Kuroda Soichiro's other thigh...

"Yes!" (Kuroda Soichiro)

"Yes! I'll talk!" (Kuroda Soichiro)

"Please... stop... I beg you..." (Kuroda Soichiro)

Kuroda Soichiro shouted hoarsely with excitement, followed by sobbing "wuwu" with his head bowed, on the verge of mental collapse.

Meanwhile, the utility knife in Chongzong's hand came to a halt, not thrusting further, but still gripped firmly, moving back and forth with a "click-clack," reminding Kuroda of its presence.

"There's more merchandise, whereabouts, speak." (Chongzong)

"It's... in... Fushimi, at Fushimi Inari Taisha..." (Kuroda Soichiro)

Just as Kuroda Soichiro confessed, Chongzong suddenly heard abnormal noises from outside the room.

There were many chaotic footsteps.

Sounds of blunt objects colliding.

Sounds of glass shattering.

Someone, a group of uninvited guests, was approaching.