Watching the ghostly shadow of the fierce creature gradually fade and ultimately disappear completely, Wang Longhu walked directly over and grabbed Zhong Cheng, whose body had returned to its normal appearance.
He placed a finger on Zhong Cheng’s forehead acupoint.
The brain is the most vulnerable part of the human body, and even the slightest disturbance can pose a fatal danger to it.
Wang Longhu injected a trace of Inner Strength into Zhong Cheng’s brain, instantly waking him up, causing him to scream in pain and roll around on the ground.
Even the toughest man with the most steadfast willpower couldn’t endure having his brain electrified; Wang Longhu’s Inner Strength had a similar effect.
Someone as young as Zhong Cheng wouldn’t possibly be able to withstand it.
"I’ll talk! I’ll talk, I’ll say everything!"
Drooling madly, Zhong Cheng lay on the ground with his eyes rolled back, shouting in a state of collapse.
"Then speak, who sent you here." Wang Longhu did not relent, directly interrogating him.
"I, I came here on my own, thinking to kill a martial artist from the National Martial Arts Department to teach those old folks a lesson." Zhong Cheng said in despair.
"National Martial Arts Department..." Wang Longhu pondered; he seemed to recall the monk mentioning this before.
About 80% of the Dark Force martial artists in the country were part of the National Martial Arts Department, which was why during the last comparison with Japan Island, Wudang couldn’t field any decent competitors.
A Grandmaster at the Huajin level and above, unless they are of retirement age, are usually tasked with protecting important figures as part of the National Martial Arts Department.
"I wasn’t asking that, be honest, who are you?" Wang Longhu increased the stimulation to Zhong Cheng’s brain.
Someone who could perform a Divine Strike was certainly no ordinary person; if ordinary people could learn a Divine Strike and reach the Condensing Pill level in the Lower Dantian, that would be defying the heavens.
So, Wang Longhu determined that Zhong Cheng definitely belonged to a significant faction.
"Ta-Taping Tianjiao, I was sent following the orders of the divine master."
Only then did Wang Longhu release his grip, somewhat surprised that Taiping Tianjiao dared to send someone over.
The biggest martial artist factions in East Asia, since Taiping Tianjiao migrated to Singapore after WWII, it had become the most mysterious.
It usually had no interactions with East Asia and its influence was mostly in Southeast Asia.
The most prosperous places in East Asia are undoubtedly the mainland, Korea, and Japan Island, leading to the term "East Asian Monster House."
The smaller countries in Southeast Asia couldn’t compare in wealth with these three countries.
Heaven and Earth Alliance controls Japan Island, White Lotus Society occupies Korea, and Taiping Tianjiao, which went to Singapore, can’t compare in terms of profit-making with these two martial artist factions.
Even so, Heaven and Earth Alliance and White Lotus Society don’t dare to approach the mainland for business and always keep their distance.
But now, it made Wang Longhu discover traces of Taiping Tianjiao.
"What does this martial artist faction want to do..." Wang Longhu frowned.
As the saying goes, leave professional tasks to professionals; if you want Wang Longhu to fight, he’s perfect for that.
But if you want him to handle these trivial matters, Wang Longhu had no solution.
Professional tasks should be left to professionals, so Wang Longhu directly walked over to the woman Zhong Cheng had knocked unconscious earlier, took out her phone from her pocket.
He entered Chen Zeyan’s phone number, which he had memorized earlier, and called directly.
"Hello, who is this?"
Chen Zeyan’s wary voice quickly came from the other end of the line.
As the head of the task force, not many people knew his number, and there’s no way a prank call could get through to this number.
He had connections, and blocking prank calls was an easy task.
Moreover, his number was unique, with an X at the end, and there was no chance of anyone dialing it by mistake.
"It’s me, Wang Longhu, are you busy right now?" Wang Longhu directly stated his identity. Follow current novels on nοvelfire.net
He really had no interest in playing guess-who-I-am games with another man.
"Oh, it’s you, what’s up?" Hearing that it was Wang Longhu, the expert who single-handedly destroyed the Four Poison Hall, Chen Zeyan’s tone immediately relaxed, and he inquired patiently.
"I’m currently in Dongwan, Guangdong Province, and I caught a martial artist from Taiping Tianjiao. It’s a bit troublesome. Can you send someone to securely take him away?"
"Taiping Tianjiao?!" Chen Zeyan was immediately extremely shocked, greatly surprised.
"Yes, I just asked him, and he admitted it, said he came from that side."
"Hold on, I’ll immediately have the local officers come over. This time you’ve done a great service, Wang Longhu." Chen Zeyan’s tone had a hint of excitement.
"It’s a minor matter, but I’m not a local of Dongwan City, and I don’t know my exact location now. Can you use phone tracking to find me?" Wang Longhu asked.
"No problem, we have our ways."
"That’s good, I’ll hang up now." Seeing this, Wang Longhu said and was about to hang up the phone.
But at this moment, Chen Zeyan suddenly asked, "Wang Longhu, I heard from the Hang City branch that you went to Japan Island with Elder Lin to assist Mr. Luo Gang.
Later, Cai Liang returned by plane from Japan Island and reported the matter. Now that you’re back in Guangdong Province, what was the result? How about Elder Lin and Mr. Luo Gang?"
Casually asking, Chen Zeyan instantly created a huge wave in Wang Longhu’s mind.
"What?! They haven’t been released by the Heaven and Earth Alliance yet?!" Wang Longhu exclaimed.
The moment he killed Oda Hongxin, he had already sent a photo to Coki, asking her to relay the matter to the Heaven and Earth Alliance.