Chapter Sixty-Seven: Luring the Snake from Its Den

“Does anyone know exactly where the Scorching Sun Mercenaries operate? Find some time to take a team and wipe them out. I’m tired of being on edge every day because of them.”

Chu Feng was never one to wait for trouble to come knocking; he preferred to strike first. Next time, he might not be lucky enough to sense the danger in advance.

“The information I’ve seen says they operate around the Golden Triangle, but the specifics are unknown. However, there are a few unlucky souls who probably know exactly where they’re active.” Old Wang had dealt with the Scorching Sun people before and had read some of their files. He also knew that three others might know more precise details about their whereabouts.

“You mean those three—Remnant Wolf and his men? They belong to the Sakura Path. I doubt they have any dealings with the Scorching Sun group. One’s a mercenary outfit, the other’s a band of assassins—how could they be connected?” Chu Feng remembered Remnant Wolf and his companions; none of them were dead yet, still being held in that warehouse.

“Let’s go and ask them ourselves. See how much they really know.” Together, Chu Feng and Old Wang headed for the hospital’s warehouse, while Old Jin kept watch by the ward’s door.

“Remnant Wolf, I’ll give you a chance to live. Tell me everything you know about the Scorching Sun Mercenaries, and I may consider sparing your life.” Chu Feng found Remnant Wolf and dangled hope before him.

Old Wang took another of the prisoners into the next room. Remnant Wolf was cunning, and Chu Feng didn’t want to risk being deceived again, as he had been last time.

“Why should I take your word for it? Even if you let me go, my organization won’t spare me.” Remnant Wolf was no fool. He saw through Chu Feng’s intentions.

“I’ll make you a promise: as long as what you say is useful to me, I’ll let you go. If your boss wants you dead after that, that’s not my concern.” Chu Feng looked at Remnant Wolf with utter sincerity; his gaze was unwavering. He needed Remnant Wolf to believe his words.

“Fine. I’ll trust you this once. I hope you keep your word.” Remnant Wolf weighed his options and chose to trust Chu Feng—he wanted to live too much to do otherwise.

“The Scorching Sun Mercenaries operate frequently in the Golden Triangle. A distinguishing feature is that they use crossbows during their missions. Most of the time, they carry and use crossbows when on a job.”

“They work alone, never as a group like us. But they’re extremely skilled. In terms of single combat, none of us in Sakura Path can compare to them.”

Clinging to life, Remnant Wolf divulged everything he knew about the Scorching Sun group, even warning Chu Feng not to tangle with them lightly, as they were all ruthless desperadoes.

“Thank you for telling me this. I’ll be going now. We’ll talk again if there’s an opportunity.” Chu Feng nodded in satisfaction at Remnant Wolf’s account and turned to leave.

“Wait! You said if I told you about Scorching Sun, you’d let me go. Now’s the time to keep your promise.” Remnant Wolf sounded almost naïve. If their roles were reversed, would Remnant Wolf spare Chu Feng? The answer was obvious—he wouldn’t.

“That’s right, I did say I’d let you go. But I never said when. I came here to kill you, but since you’re still useful, I’ll let you live for now.”

Chu Feng exploited a loophole in his wording, and Remnant Wolf was left speechless. True enough, Chu Feng had never specified when he would release him—only that he might spare his life.

As Chu Feng left the warehouse, Old Wang emerged from the next room. It seemed their interrogations had finished at the same time. Now it was a matter of comparing the confessions.

Old Wang relayed what he had learned, and the information matched exactly—no discrepancies at all.

“These Scorching Sun people really are trouble. The worst part is how they operate unseen, aiming those crossbows at you. That’s what makes them so dangerous.” Chu Feng stood there, deep in thought, trying to figure out how to capture one of these assassins.

“Old Wang, head back for now. Let me think this through. And don’t tell Elder Chen about what happened today.” After a while, Chu Feng dismissed Old Wang and reminded him not to mention any of this to Elder Chen.

At the stairwell, Chu Feng pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He had considered the possibility that assassins might come for him, but he hadn’t expected them to strike so soon and with such ferocity.

It was clear now: to catch or eliminate the Scorching Sun agents, he would have to act as bait himself. They were coming for him personally—anyone else posing as Chu Feng would be useless. The assassins simply wouldn’t take the bait.

Chu Feng took out his phone and dialed a number. He had come up with a plan—to use himself as bait and lure the enemy out, then let the Dragon Scale Special Operations Unit capture the killer.

“Chu Feng! Why do you always call when I’m sleeping? Do you have a grudge against me or something?” The call connected, and Long Feihu’s tirade began. The last time Chu Feng called had also been at an ungodly hour.

“Captain, I had no choice. My safety is at risk. I’m calling for your help—send some men to protect me.” Chu Feng explained the Scorching Sun situation in detail and told Long Feihu his plan.

“Be careful. I’ll call Ma Han and have him lead the special ops team to meet you.” Long Feihu hung up and immediately ordered Ma Han to take the special operations team to the hospital and rendezvous with Chu Feng, instructing him to follow Chu Feng’s command in all matters.

After the call, Chu Feng finished his cigarette and headed to Elder Chen’s ward. Now he simply had to wait for Ma Han and the special ops team to arrive. Then he would drive out in another vehicle, hoping to draw out the Scorching Sun mercenaries.

Chu Feng didn’t tell Old Jin or Old Wang about the plan. It wasn’t a matter of trust; the fewer people who knew, the better the chances of catching the assassin.

Half an hour later, Chu Feng’s phone rang in his pocket. It was Ma Han calling.