Mo Yang's attitude was resolute, but his gaze surreptitiously drifted towards the bag of white powder not far away.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Bufan couldn't help but slightly curl his lips into an indifferent smirk.

Everyone has their weaknesses, and Mo Yang's weakness had just been laid bare.

"You'll definitely be begging me later!"

A cold smile played at the corner of Zhu Bufan's mouth as he walked straight towards the bag of white powder.

When he reached the bag of white powder, Zhu Bufan grabbed it in his hand.

Seeing Zhu Bufan seize the bag of white powder, Mo Yang's face instantly changed, and he shouted anxiously, "What are you doing! Give it back to me, that's mine!"

Watching Zhu Bufan toy with the bag of white powder that he valued so highly, Mo Yang felt an inexplicable surge of tension and unease.

To think, this small thing cost him a whopping four hundred thousand.

Though the leading man said it was a reward, Mo Yang had actually spent a lot of money to get it from Ninth Master.

Without this stuff, it would be a hundred times more miserable for Mo Yang than death itself.

Seeing Mo Yang's very nervous eyes, how could Zhu Bufan not realize that this was his Achilles' heel?

With a nonchalant smile, Zhu Bufan poured some of the white powder onto the ground.

"If you don't start talking, I don't mind turning this stuff into dust!"

There was disdain and mockery in Zhu Bufan's voice as he shook his hand slightly, and the white powder began falling to the ground.

"You...!"

Seeing this, Mo Yang was livid, his eyes filled with rage and bitterness. He then exerted all his strength and pounced frantically, "Damn it, this cost me four hundred thousand to get!"

Hearing this, Zhu Bufan was slightly taken aback. Forty thousand for this?

While Zhu Bufan was familiar with such things and knew the approximate price, and despite the development of new products in recent years reducing its market, he didn't expect it to still command such an exorbitant price.

Seeing how much Mo Yang cared, Zhu Bufan couldn't help but pour some more onto the ground.

"Damn it, give it back... give it back to me!"

In that moment, Mo Yang was nearly insane, especially when he saw Zhu Bufan do this, it was like his heart was bleeding. He knew how difficult it was to obtain this stuff nowadays, having done countless depraved deeds for Ninth Master just to secure this one bag.

Yet, Zhu Bufan was nonchalantly pouring it onto the ground.

Enraged beyond belief, Mo Yang cursed twice and once again lunged like a mad dog.

"Get lost!"

Zhu Bufan's expression turned cold, and with a kick, he sent him flying.

The powerful blow from his foot sent Mo Yang tumbling onto the grassland in a sorry state, face first into the dirt.

Lying on the ground, Mo Yang clutched his aching stomach, his eyes becoming delirious, erratic even.

"Give it to me… quick, give it to me!"

His lips were incredibly parched, and his eyes, as hollow as if he'd consumed opium, were utterly listless.

Watching this, Zhu Bufan finally understood—this guy must have overdosed and become addicted!

These people, controlled by addiction, definitely have very fragile willpower; as long as one was firm, they would surely yield.

Zhu Bufan looked at him dispassionately, shook the bag of white powder, and said, "If you still won't tell me, I'll throw away this bag right now!"

"You…you wouldn't dare!"

Mo Yang watched Zhu Bufan with gritted teeth, his whole being in excruciating agony, his face covered in cold sweat, his demeanor extremely conflicted.

Immediately, he began rolling around on the ground, his face turning extremely pale, as if he were enduring the most excruciating pain known to man.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore! Please give it to me... give it to me, I'll tell you everything!"

Rolling around on the ground, Mo Yang completely lost his sanity, starting to plead in agony.

"F*ck! Wouldn't it have been better to act like this earlier? Such a waste of my damn energy!"

Zhu Bufan cursed in frustration, then calmly said, "Hurry up and tell me, where did she go?"

"She..."

It seemed as if he remembered something, Mo Yang's voice paused, appearing hesitant to speak. But after glancing at the white powder in Zhu Bufan's hand, he gritted his teeth and said, "She was taken away by people under Ninth Master from the underworld!"

As soon as these words fell, Mo Yang's entire body began to shake and convulse violently, as if he could not bear it anymore—clearly, his addiction was kicking in!

"Ninth Master?"

Zhu Bufan's face turned cold as he asked, "Where did they take Yingying?"

"I..."

Mo Yang hesitated.

"If you don't tell me right now, I'll throw this stuff away!"

Zhu Bufan's gaze was icy and severe.

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you!"

Mo Yang was trembling violently, his consciousness extremely blurred; it was obvious that he was completely under the control of the drug.

Anyone with drugs could control his mind.

"She was probably taken to Ninth Master's place..."

Mo Yang pondered for a moment, then said.

"The exact location!"

Zhu Bufan took a step forward, grabbing Mo Yang's collar, his voice as cold as ice as he demanded.

"I'm telling you, Ninth Master is a big shot in the underworld, I advise you to best..."

"Go f*ck yourself!"

Zhu Bufan was thoroughly enraged, stepping directly on Mo Yang's chest, coldly demanding, "Enough of this bullshit about Ninth Master or Tenth Master! Tell me the exact location of this damn Ninth Master right now!"

At this moment, Zhu Bufan appeared incredibly cold and terrifying.

It was well known that if someone was involved in the criminal underworld, they would certainly be ruthless. In that case, Jiang Xinying was in great danger.

Time was extremely urgent, Zhu Bufan's face looked like a god of death from Hell, so cold that it made Mo Yang tremble.

Glancing fearfully at Zhu Bufan, Mo Yang quickly said, "The address is... in the villa district on Back Alley Road outside of Qingyang City..."

The outskirts?

Hearing this, Zhu Bufan grew even more anxious.

Everyone knew the outskirts were generally far away, and if he was too late, Jiang Xinying might be in mortal danger.

Although Jiang Xinying could be somewhat willful and stubborn on normal days, to Zhu Bufan, it really didn't matter at all. Moreover, this young lady had a kind heart; her exterior attitude was just a facade.

But what was most important was that Jiang Xinying was Chu Qingcheng's cousin. If anything happened, he would have no way of explaining himself.

In this moment, Zhu Bufan decided, whether it was a mountain of swords or a sea of flames, or the Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave, he absolutely would not retreat even half a step.

"I've told you everything I should! Hurry up and give me my fix!"

At this moment, Mo Yang, like a rabid dog gone wild, charged toward Zhu Bufan.

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