Chapter 883: Chapter 883

The guide was a local, who took Ding Fan and his group through various turns, finally arriving at a tightly locked warehouse door in the suburbs of the city.

The guide spoke to Sun Chao, who then translated what he said to Ding Fan.

"Brother Ding, the guide said this is where the Rakshasa folks are staying."

Ding Fan nodded and then he used his Divine Sense to scan inside.

Soon, Ding Fan figured out the situation inside. There were at least thirty people, and all of them were armed.

From the positions of these people, Ding Fan felt that the leader of the Rakshasa Country Mafia was probably an ex-military, or there were ex-military personnel among the group.

The positioning of the Rakshasa people was very strategic; they covered each other and restrained each other. If one point was attacked, the others would provide support immediately.

Even now, while the people inside were in a restful state, each person stayed close to their position. Such vigilance is not something ordinary people could achieve.

Ding Fan again used his Divine Sense to search and soon found Ah Hua in the central warehouse. By now, Ding Fan had no more hesitations; this was definitely the place he was meant to come to.

Ding Fan immediately took out a stack of cash and casually threw it to the guide.

After receiving the money, the guide smiled broadly, speaking words that Ding Fan could not understand, and kept bowing repeatedly to him.

Sun Chao spoke a few words to the man, and then the guide finally turned and left.

"Sun Chao, wait for me here. I'll go in and bring Ah Hua out," Ding Fan spoke indifferently to Sun Chao.

It was as if Ding Fan was just going to stroll in the park, not going to risk his life against others.

"Brother Ding, how can you manage alone? The Rakshasa's combat training is very high. When I was a mercenary, I too had suffered at their hands, and if there's something happens to you..."

"I command you, find a hidden place to stay put, and don't come out without my order," Ding Fan didn't have time to continue wasting with Sun Chao. After all, rescuing them was what mattered most. Hence, Ding Fan pulled rank.

Ding Fan knew that people who had been in the military were particularly sensitive to orders.

Sure enough, upon hearing Ding Fan's command, Sun Chao dared not defy him anymore and quickly found a place nearby to hide.

Seeing Sun Chao hidden away, Ding Fan then walked confidently towards the locked iron door.

Sun Chao hid in a corner, looking puzzled at Ding Fan's back.

In Sun Chao's opinion, given that the opponent had many people, the most reasonable way to rescue someone under these circumstances would have been to sneak in. But looking at the current situation, Ding Fan was clearly planning to barge in directly.

Bang... Ding Fan walked up to that iron door, didn't waste words, and kicked directly on the door.

The kick from Ding Fan was powerful, the entire iron door flew off its hinges.

Hiding from a distance, Sun Chao was stupefied watching this.

The iron door must weigh a few hundred pounds, yet under Ding Fan's foot, it seemed just like a piece of paper...

After Ding Fan kicked the iron door open, gunfire erupted. Bullets were fired from inside, shooting up the dust and stones around the door.

What happened next made Sun Chao even more convinced that his eyes had problems.

Ding Fan suddenly disappeared from the doorway. Sun Chao rubbed his eyes. "This... this is not scientific..."

Ah Hua was held captive inside the warehouse. He was tied to an iron post, and in front of him stood a short, middle-aged man wearing a gold chain.

The man was named Bistelov, a name Ah Hua had frequently heard lately. Bistelov was the one who wiped out the elders of Yishi City.

At this moment, Bistelov was making a phone call.

"I didn't seek out your Northeast Gang people, yet you recklessly meddle with me. Lao Wan, if you want me to release your brother, simple, five hundred thousand... US Dollars!" Bistelov spoke disdainfully while puffing on a cigar.

The one on the phone with Bistelov was indeed the head of the Northeast Gang.

"Just fucking kill me then..." Ah Hua saw Bistelov's exorbitant demand of five hundred thousand and cursed fiercely.

Bistelov glanced at Ah Hua, then disdainfully signalled to a burly man standing beside him.

The burly man immediately, without a word, began to pummel Ah Hua like torrential rain.

"Do you think our Northeast Gang is easy to bully? If it really comes to blows, we're not afraid of anyone!" The voice of Lao Wan on the phone was considerably irritated with Bistelov's outrageous demand.

"Fine, then I'd like to see how the Northeast Gang manages..." Bistelov hung up the phone and looked directly at Ah Hua tied up.

The burly man stopped his battering and then stood behind Bistelov.

"I... our boss will definitely not let you off," Ah Hua said, his face swollen and blood dribbling from his mouth.

Bistelov took a puff of his cigar, unconcerned. "I'm not even afraid to tell you. Even without your matter, I would not spare the Northeast Gang. Yellow race is an inferior race, you will never be our match."

Ah Hua's face showed sheer outrage.

"Relax, I'll let you watch how I take down the Northeast Gang," Bistelov said.

Boom... Just at that moment, a muffled sound suddenly erupted, followed by a barrage of gunfire and intermittent explosions.

Despite the gunfire outside, Bistelov seemed completely unconcerned.

The firepower layout in this warehouse was all personally managed by Bistelov.

Bistelov, once a captain of the special forces in Rakshasa Country, had earned robust merits in clashes with Chechen Forces, and his combat experience gave him ample confidence in the firepower arrangements he had made.

He had stationed about thirty-seven or eight men in defense in the warehouse, which by configuration amounted to the strength of a platoon; but without heavy weaponry, no reinforced regular army company could breach it.

In Bistelov's view, anyone storming in here was utterly fearless, anyone coming here was literally seeking death. Considering the armed groups in the Middle East, without three hundred men, storming in would be absolutely impossible.

"It seems that the ones coming are your Northeast Gang," Bistelov's lips curled slightly. "But their arrival will only result in a slaughter. Soon, I may actually show you the bodies of your comrades."

With that, Bistelov laughed cruelly.

Rat-tat-tat... Boom... thunderous booms...

The gunshots outside surged wave upon wave, with explosions following one after another.

Initially, Bistelov didn't care, but later, the gunfire gradually thinned out and the explosions were fewer and far between.

Another minute later, the gunfire outside had almost completely ceased.

"Monster, the monster is here..." At this moment, a Rakshasa man covered in blood was shouting as he ran into the warehouse.

The Rakshasa man spoke in the Rakshasa language, but Ah Hua had been here long enough to understand what was being said.

"What are you panicking about? Calm down," Bistelov watched one of his men.

The Rakshasa man gasped heavily, trying hard to calm himself.

"How many people have come? What's the situation now?" Bistelov asked.

"Outside... It's just one person... Our men are almost wiped out..." The Rakshasa man said, panic written all over his face.

Bistelov found it hard to believe.

To think, with the density of gunfire just moments ago, even a company of soldiers storming in would have been wiped out. If it were just one man, wouldn't he have been dead long ago?

Moreover, according to his subordinate's words, his own men were nearly killed by that single person. Surviving under such intense firepower was already nearly impossible, and Bistelov really couldn't understand how that person still managed to kill.

"What should we do? That person is about to break in," the Rakshasa man said, completely at a loss.

Bistelov pondered for a moment. Such a situation had never occurred before, so he really didn't know what to do.

"Which two of you can speak Huaxia language?" While Bistelov was still pondering what to do, a cold voice had already emanated from beside the two men.

Bistelov turned his head to look.

At that moment, less than ten meters away, a young Huaxia man, unfazed, stood there.

"You... how did you get in..." Bistelov looked at Ding Fan beside him, almost in disbelief.

For a special forces soldier, keen observation is crucial. Not knowing someone was beside you was far too dangerous.

If Ding Fan had wanted their lives just now, how could they possibly still be alive?

Instantly, Bistelov twisted his body and leaped forward, rolling twice on the ground. Simultaneously, he drew his pistol.

This set of movements was the standard action of the Raghasha Country special forces. When an enemy appears suddenly, they would use this movement to dodge the attack first and then counterattack fiercely.

Bistelov was now attempting a desperate final stand.

But as good as his intentions were, reality proved to be brutally harsh. Just as he reached for his pistol, a Wind Blade from Ding Fan slashed across.

A piercing sound erupted through the warehouse, making even Bistelov shudder in chills.

Spurt... A spray of blood followed.

Bistelov's right hand, reaching out with the pistol, was sliced clean at the wrist, the palm holding the gun and the gun itself both dropped beside him.

"Ah..." Bistelov rolled on the ground, howling in agonizing pain.

"Surrender..." Seeing this, the other Rakshasa man, no longer daring to resist, hurriedly raised his hands in a standard gesture of surrender.

While Ding Fan was dealing with the two Rakshasa men, Ah Hua had seen everything clearly, his eyes now wide open in shock.

Ah Hua had heard of practitioners of Ancient Martial Arts, yet they were rare, and he only knew that these practitioners possessed exceptional combat skills. Now, with Ding Fan arriving alone and routing these Rakshasa men to cries of torment, Ah Hua was certain that Ding Fan must be a practitioner of Ancient Martial Arts; otherwise, how could he be so formidable? Newest update provıded by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥

At this moment, Ding Fan walked up to Ah Hua, swinging his right hand, which freed Ah Hua from the ropes binding him...