420 Investigation (1/2)
”Get down here!”
The carriage stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse. John turned off the engine and pulled open the car door. He cackled.
”My brothers, look what I've brought you.”
”Oh! God's gift!”
A few people walked out of the old warehouse. They were all in their hippie getups, hair dyed in multiple colours, tattoos on their necks and wrists, wearing skull-themed chains and rings. They all had black eyeliner on and armed themselves with baseball bats and steel pipes. They approached the car menacingly.
”Get down now, yellow skin monkey from the Middle Continent!”
A red-haired white-skinned youth dragged Fang Yuan forward and eyed him with bloodlust.
”Mm, not bad... this coolie looks healthy. Buyers will like him!”
”Lock him up, and don't forget to scrub him from top to toe!”
”Tsk tsk... before he is sold, let's not waste this opportunity!”
An effeminate hippie smiled and stuck out his tongue, which had a pearl piercing. There was an evil glint in his eyes.
”My god!”
Fang Yuan put on a cool face.
”I don't want to play with you all any longer! By capturing me, do you intend to sell me as a slave?”
He had long heard that during the period of unrest in the Middle Continent, many yellow-skinned people were taken in by the Golden Eagle Federation's sweet-talking advertisements for job opportunities abroad. They had packed up all their belongings and stowed away on illegal immigrant ships, only to find out that they had been sold into slavery. They had become workers of the lowest level and suffered even more than they had in the Middle Continent.
Those that managed to make a name for themselves were the few fortunate ones.
”No no! There isn't any factory or mine around here that still needs workers from the Chinese country. We have a better idea. Isn't that right... Ratty John?”
”Boss Bond, let's take his luggage first. There should be quite a lot of money inside... these Chinese people are like rats; they like to stuff cash and all sorts of resources in their nests!”
John continued to smile as he looked at Fang Yuan.
”Yellow skin monkey, it is unfortunate that you have fallen into our hands. Boss Bond is right, everything you have, both your kidneys, your liver, your heart, your blood... we will sell them all at a good price.”
”The black market for organs?”
Fang Yuan furrowed his brows. As one of the top doctors in the Chinese country, he was naturally aware of the progress made in medicine by the other countries.
”The medical expertise of the Golden Eagle Federation has progressed to such a level?”
”No... this isn't right, there is another possibility!”
Fang Yuan's eyes gleamed.
”Even if there is insufficient medical skill, the rejection effect from transplantation can be alleviated through the introduction of mutations…”
”What are you talking about?”
A change came over Bond's face and he immediately waved a hand.
”Get him!”
His surrounding henchmen pounced forward at the same time, and one of them even pulled out a spring knife.
”Alright, scumbags!”
Fang Yuan loosened up his body.
”I don't know how many people have suffered under you all, but it is your misfortune to have met me!”
”Asshole!”
A hippie screamed and came charging at Fang Yuan with a baseball bat.
It was a quick and heavy weapon which could deal severe damage with one blow.
”Thwack!”
The bat was stopped in mid-air by a swift grab from Fang Yuan.
The hippie was unwilling to let go of the bat and was thus swung backwards where he landed on the floor several metres away.
”Kill him!”
Bond called out loudly to his men. Beads of cold sweat lined his brows as he retreated.
Fang Yuan's performance was making him very uneasy.
”Argh!”
An obese man lunged towards Fan Yuan with a steel pipe while a hippie danced about with a knife and approached him from the other side.
Ratty John rolled his eyes but stayed behind with his boss instead of joining the attack.
”Bing bang!”
Fang Yuan surged forward, grabbed the steel pipe and tossed it aside with the obese man still holding onto it.
”Oof!”
The knife in the hippie's hand entered the obese man's stomach as he received a crushing blow to the head from the obese man's pipe.
”Dogshit! Mutant!”
Seeing that Fang Yuan had turned around to face them, Bond and John turned tail and ran away.
Fang Yuan chased them into the old warehouse and with a throw of the steel pipe, Ratty John screamed and fell to the floor holding his thigh.
”Ahh... don't kill me! I'm just his henchman!”
Ratty John crawled backwards pathetically as Fang Yuan walked over.
”Do you know... where is the doctor in charge of harvesting organs?”
Fang Yuan asked casually.
”I don't... don't know. The boss communicates directly with him!”
”What a pity. You are no longer of any use to me!”
Fang Yuan grabbed him by the head and yanked it sideways.
”Crack!”
There was a piercing sound of splintering bones and Ratty John's head turned a full 180 degrees. Fresh blood spurted from where his head still hung partially on his neck.
”Dogshit! Dogshit!”
Fang Yuan could sense that Boss Bond went deep into the warehouse instead of escaping. He kicked over a couple of crates before snatching up a hand pistol among a large pile of cash.