When outside, Zhu Biao's main profit was from running a gambling den.

He ended up here because a guy who had been losing for several days at his gambling den, unable to contain his anger, directly called in a police raid.

As a result, his gambling den was raided.

He didn't manage to escape and was caught by the police all at once.

"Damn it, talk about bad luck, Chen Jiagen, just wait for me, I'll kill you when I get out," he cursed.

As he spoke, Zhu Biao became increasingly angry, grinding his teeth as he muttered.

Chen Fang hadn't been paying much attention initially.

Upon hearing this name, he suddenly perked up and asked, "What did you say the name of the guy who called the raid was?"

"Chen Jiagen. Why, do you know him?"

Zhu Biao asked curiously.

Chen Fang asked, "Are you familiar with this Chen Jiagen?"

Zhu Biao scratched his head and replied, "Quite. The kid's a regular at my gambling den, often comes to play, and he's pretty generous too. He has an older brother and a younger brother; I've never met his older brother, but I've seen his younger brother a few times. He's not into gambling much, but he's a womanizer, often hanging around in places of ill-repute; but these guys are all quite rich, doing nothing, and I have no idea where their money comes from."

"Anything else?"

Chen Fang continued to ask.

Seeing how serious Chen Fang was,

Zhu Biao thought hard about it.

After pondering for a while, he slapped his thigh and said, "These three brothers have all been soldiers before. I heard their older brother is called… what's his name again…"

"Chen Jiashu!"

Chen Fang reminded him.

Zhu Biao said, "Right right, Chen Jiashu. These three brothers are not easy to provoke, ordinary people are afraid of them."

"How old are they?"

Chen Fang asked.

"About forty or so, both Chen Jiagen and Chen Jiadi look pretty fierce. I suspect, they're all carrying some criminal charges," Zhu Biao replied.

Chen Fang asked, "How do you know?"

Zhu Biao, with a flick of his wrist, boasted, "I, your little brother, have been in this underworld for half my life. I don't pry into what these guys do, but every time they show up, it's at night and they are always sneaking around, I know they are up to no good."

"If you go out now, could you still find them?"

Chen Fang asked.

Zhu Biao slapped his chest and said, "Of course I can find them. They usually hang around near Dingru Town, especially the second brother Chen Jiagen, his nose is better than a dog's. If I just reopen my gambling den, there's no need for me to go to him, he'll show up by himself."

This was indeed fantastic news.

Right now, the only bottleneck in this case was these three brothers.

Moreover, the violent case from the prosecutor's office, if things went as expected, was probably also committed by these three brothers. As long as they could be found, the cause of Tang Zhuqing's death would be clear.

Chen Fang, somewhat excited, grabbed Zhu Biao's hand.

Zhu Biao shuddered.

"Brother Fang, although I respect you a lot, my preferences are normal. I can agree to anything else, but that... let's forget it," he said with a grievance.

"Get lost."

Chen Fang punched him in the chest,

and said, "When I get out, I will definitely get you out. Then you help me find these three brothers."

"Do these three brothers have a grudge against Brother Fang?"

"You could say that,"

Chen Fang replied.

Zhu Biao punched the bunk bed painfully, clenched his teeth, and said bitterly, "Don't worry, Brother Fang. Anyone who has a grudge against you has a grudge against me, Zhu Biao. I'll see them dead. But my charges are pretty much set, it seems not so easy to get me out."

"No worries, I'll handle it,"

Chen Fang replied just as

the sound of the iron door opening echoed at the entrance.

Following that, a new prisoner was brought in.

This man was not tall, barely over 1.6 meters, appearing to be in his forties, his head bowed, his eyes carrying a trace of murderous intent.

Upon seeing him for the first time,

Chen Fang felt a chill in his heart.

Having learnt from Chen Fang's lesson, Zhu Biao didn't dare to bully the newcomer.

He beckoned him to sit next to Chen Fang.

At that moment, Chen Fang keenly noticed that the short man's gaze kept flitting across his face, a natural sense of crisis suddenly overwhelming him.

Before it was too late,

the sitting short man suddenly flipped his hand, revealing a small dagger in his palm, and lunged towards Chen Fang next to him.

If Chen Fang hadn't been on guard, with the quickness of his attacker's movements, he was surely done for.

It was only his sixth sense that had saved his life.

As the short man made his move, Chen Fang kicked out fiercely, only to see the short man sent flying, crashing down from the platform and slamming into the wall before sliding straight down to the ground.

The tiny dagger in his hand was instantly lost from his grasp.

Upon seeing the weapon,

Zhu Biao standing nearby seemed to understand something too.

He kicked the dagger away with one foot.

He called over his brothers to firmly pin down the short man who still tried to get up.

Chen Fang jumped down from the platform.

Crouching down, he asked the short man whose face was pressed against the ground, "Who sent you?"

The short man's eyes were defiant.

How could he have expected that a carefully arranged assassination attempt would fail, and even more damningly, that Chen Fang had managed to find allies in the prison cell within just a few days?

"Brother Chen is asking you a question, talk,"

Zhu Biao angrily slapped his face as he spoke.

The short man still did not speak.

Zhu Biao tried to kick him, but Chen Fang stopped him, saying, "Since he dared to commit the act openly, he surely isn't afraid of dying. Go, bring me the dagger."

After Zhu Biao obediently picked up the dagger,

Chen Fang said, "Cover his mouth."

Zhu Biao, puzzled, still found a towel and stuffed it tightly into the short man's mouth.

Chen Fang took the dagger, wiping it across the short man's body.

He said, "I'm asking you one last time, who sent you? Right now you haven't suffered, so answer quickly if you can. If you insist on not talking, that's fine too, you will eventually talk, believe my word."

The short man's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, still unmoved.

Chen Fang sighed.

Saying, "Why choose to suffer needlessly?"

After speaking,

he pressed a few times on the man's thigh, avoiding major blood vessels, then started to insert the dagger gradually.

That scene terrified some of the more faint-hearted onlookers, who couldn't help but cover their mouths.

The short man on the ground, his pain intensified so much that his eyes bulged, and if not for the towel over his mouth, his screams would have shaken the heavens.

Large beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead one by one.

It was evident—he was in great pain, excruciating pain.

However, Chen Fang showed no signs of stopping.

The sharp end of the dagger continued to sink deeper bit by bit.

The nearly ten-centimeter-long blade had been entirely inserted.

"Ready to talk yet?"

Chen Fang asked.

Although the short man was almost fainting from the pain, he still had no intention of speaking.

Chen Fang was not in a hurry, his hand gripping the handle of the dagger, he began to twist it slowly with force.

The wound was ripped open.

A large amount of blood gushed out.

Even Zhu Biao was so frightened that he closed his eyes.

Finally, the short man could not withstand it any longer, his fists pounding the ground, and Chen Fang took the towel from Zhu Biao's hand, releasing it before asking, "Now tell me, who sent you?"

The short man gasped heavily several times.

Then, with a trembling voice, he said, "It was... it was President Hou... President Hou..."

"President Hou? Which President Hou?"

Chen Fang asked.

"The president of Sharp Point Investments, Hou Yuanhui."

Hou Yuanhui?

A name unfamiliar to him.

Yet hearing this name, Chen Fang's heart skipped a beat.

Could this entire affair be a massive political conspiracy?

Thinking this,

he once again grabbed Zhu Biao's hand, excitedly saying, "We can get out now, we can get out now..."

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