Chapter 306: Chapter 306
According to the information that the drunkard gave to Mu Zi earlier, it can now be confirmed that a member of the 3567 group is still alive, and that person is currently being held at the headquarters of Wolf Fang.
As for the location of Wolf Fang's headquarters, the information didn't provide much detail, only mentioning that the headquarters is located at a grocery store in the west of Moha City. According to the information, there were always members of Wolf Fang lingering at the grocery store, with as many as fifteen or sixteen people coming out of the store at peak times.
It was suspected that this place was Wolf Fang's headquarters.
Although the information was somewhat ambiguous, Ding Fan still brought Mu Zi and Zhu Hua to the grocery store in the west of the city.
The grocery store was fairly small; from the outside, it looked quite ordinary. The interior space was roughly seventy square meters, and the building was quite dilapidated, obviously having seen better days.
"Mu Zi, you stay here with Zhu Hua. No matter what happens, don't enter unless I call you," Ding Fan said as he looked back at Mu Zi.
Mu Zi pondered for a moment before obediently nodding her head.
Mu Zi felt that it was too dangerous for Ding Fan to go to the grocery store alone. However, upon further thought, she considered that for a pervert like Ding Fan, who could kill someone at the Earth Level third grade, entering that grocery store was hardly a problem. Since her own cultivation was not enough, following him might only add to Ding Fan's troubles, so she agreed to stay put.
After making arrangements for Mu Zi and Zhu Hua, Ding Fan walked directly into the grocery store.
The door of the grocery store was a double-hinged wooden door with peeling paint. As Ding Fan opened the door, it made a series of creaking sounds.
When Ding Fan entered the grocery store, he was greeted by the smell of liquor and the aroma of pickled vegetables. At that moment, a middle-aged man was carving something with a carving knife at the cash register.
Upon Ding Fan's entry, the middle-aged man simply glanced up before ignoring him and continuing to carve.
In the eyes of others, this middle-aged man was just an ordinary person, but under Ding Fan's Divine Sense, how could he possibly conceal his identity?
This middle-aged man had Inner Strength flowing within him; he was clearly a Martial Artist.
As soon as Ding Fan entered the grocery store, he had already used his Divine Sense to scan the entire place, discovering a vast tunnel system underneath. Standing outside earlier, he had already confirmed that this place was indeed the headquarters of Wolf Fang.
Ding Fan walked straight up to the man. "Who is your leader? Take me to him."
Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, the middle-aged man abruptly stopped his carving and slowly looked up. He examined Ding Fan with careful eyes.
"Who are you? This is just a grocery store, and there's no one here that you're looking for!" the man said.
"3567..." Ding Fan saw the man's denial and calmly uttered these four numbers.
The middle-aged man's face remained as calm as ever as he slowly stood up, seemingly intending to stretch lazily.
However, at that moment, the direction of the carving knife in the middle-aged man's hand changed, and he thrust it straight towards Ding Fan's throat.
Ding Fan did not dodge or evade. Although the man's cultivation technique was somewhat different from Ancient Martial Arts, if measured against Ancient Martial Arts standards, the middle-aged man was at most at the level of a Human Level Third Grade.
Dealing with someone of Human Level Third Grade was not something that required Ding Fan to be overly concerned.
Just as the man's carving knife was about to pierce Ding Fan's throat, Ding Fan extended two fingers and firmly clamped down on the incoming carving knife.
The middle-aged man was taken aback. The force behind his thrust was no small matter, yet the opponent had managed to catch it between just two fingers.
The middle-aged man tried to pull back his carving knife, but no matter how hard he tried, the knife seemed welded to Ding Fan's hand, immovable.
As the middle-aged man pondered how to wrest his knife back, Ding Fan's left hand transformed into a Hand Blade. Swinging his left hand, the blade sliced down, and before the middle-aged man could react, his right arm had been neatly chopped off by Ding Fan...
"Ah..." It was only now that the middle-aged man could no longer maintain the calmness he had before. He looked at Ding Fan in disbelief.
Transforming a hand into a Hand Blade and then slicing off an arm—what the hell was that? Even if he told someone about it, no one would believe it. After all, a hand is made of flesh, yet it was this very hand that had cut off his arm...
"You... you... who on earth are you?" The middle-aged man bit his teeth and forcefully endured the pain as he spoke.
"Where have you taken the member of the 3567 group?" Ding Fan didn't bother to answer the middle-aged man's question. Instead, he was asking about the surviving member of the 3567 group.
Ding Fan had already explored the tunnel beneath the grocery store with his Divine Sense and had not found any imprisoned prisoners.
"So you are really from the 3567 group... I'll tell you, we have killed all of your people... And you think you can force us Samurai to confess what you want to know? You are too naive," said the middle-aged man.
Ding Fan frowned slightly, but immediately, he sealed the Acupoints on the middle-aged man's body.
"What... what are you going to do..." The middle-aged man said with a tight frown as he watched Ding Fan.
"I'm going to show you right now whether your warriors are as awesome as you think they are..." After speaking indifferently, Ding Fan reached out and grabbed the middle-aged man by the neck.
Since his rebirth, Ding Fan had come to understand the modern history of Huaxia Country.
The modern history of Huaxia was almost a history plagued by the Japanese. Japan believed their bushido was the best in the world, looking down on all others. Even after their defeat, the people of Japan refused to submit and, more recently, they had even altered their textbooks, refusing to recognize that period of history.
This nationality of Japan was full of canine loyalty: treat them kindly, and they would think you're afraid of them, but scare them into submission, and every time they'd see you afterward, they would grovel and beg for mercy.
Therefore, Ding Fan wanted to teach the middle-aged man a good lesson on how exactly to deal with warriors.
"Hmph, do you think you can match a warrior of the Great Wa Island Empire? Do you really think you can infiltrate our Wolf Fang base alone? You poor Huaxia person, I'm afraid what I'll see soon is how you're slaughtered by the samurai of our Great Wa Island Empire," the middle-aged man said on the side.
The middle-aged man was clear, there was only Ding Fan here. To him, one person attempting to breach the Wolf Fang base was a complete joke. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥
Moreover, this grocery store was monitored; if he were taken down by Ding Fan outside, the people inside the base would definitely be prepared.
At that moment, Ding Fan didn't bother with idle talk and, holding the middle-aged man by the neck as if gripping a chicken, he went directly to the warehouse behind the grocery store.
There was a wall in the warehouse.
With one kick, Ding Fan sent the wall crashing down. When the wall fell, it revealed a passage.
The middle-aged man stared at Ding Fan in astonishment. The passage leading to the base was known only to their Wolf Fang members; even the leaders of the Restoration Organization were unaware of this secret passage's location.
Yet Ding Fan had arrived and went straight to the entrance of the secret passage without even questioning him, which was certainly a surprising development for the middle-aged man.
Without hesitation, Ding Fan continued, holding the middle-aged man and heading down the staircase into the passage below.
Not far down the stairs, they arrived at a secret underground chamber.
The chamber was about the size of a basketball court; it was less of a secret room and more of an underground Martial Arts Hall.
In here, there were all sorts of things, including dummies for practicing assassination and boxing bags for practicing hand-to-hand combat, and even targets around the walls for practicing throwing Flying Darts.
From the looks of it, the Wolf Fang's operations here were quite impressive.
As soon as Ding Fan and the middle-aged man entered the chamber, about fifteen or sixteen ninjas stood in front of Ding Fan with their arms folded, each holding a Tang Sword.
The Tang Swords radiated an intense Cold Qi. Although Ding Fan detested Japan, he was still aware of the Tang Sword—a weapon modeled after Huaxia's own, designed with a two-handed grip and a razor-sharp edge. Exceptionally sharp!
"!@#￥%&*..." The middle-aged man being held by Ding Fan shouted something to his companions.
Though Ding Fan couldn't understand it, he could guess the man's words meant for his comrades to kill him swiftly and directly.
Sure enough, after the middle-aged man's cry, the fifteen ninjas surrounding Ding Fan simultaneously swung their swords to attack him.
"Now I am going to show you how your great warriors get beaten up!" Ding Fan said, and threw the middle-aged man aside like tossing a ball.
In the moment he threw the man aside, Ding Fan's figure moved fiercely. Like a flash of lightning, he charged into the group of ninjas attacking him.
Ding Fan was like a hungry wolf plunging into a flock of sheep. As soon as he entered among these ninjas, screams of agony echoed without end. In just a moment, the ground became littered with severed arms.
A massacre! An absolute massacre.
When the middle-aged man first arrived in this chamber with Ding Fan, he had also anticipated a massacre. But the target was completely different: he thought it would be Ding Fan who was slaughtered. And now, what he found utterly unbelievable was that Ding Fan alone was massacring their samurai ninjas!
Swipe, swipe, swipe... After several rapid Hand Blades, the last ninja standing before Ding Fan was sliced into three by Ding Fan's strikes, the body thudding to the ground.
"You... you... you're a Demon..."
Looking at the corpses strewn across the floor, the middle-aged man trembled as he spoke to Ding Fan.
"Being called a Demon by you is an honor..." Ding Fan's tone remained indifferent.