Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

130: Chapter 13 Su Bai’s Hook~ Someone Bit It~”Oh, Uncle Fu, you even know all about things like talents and attributes?”

Su Bai couldn’t help but laugh, but then it made sense. ”I suppose it’s not surprising you’d know these terms, considering you’re the first to see many of the reports and planning documents from my game company.”

Uncle Fu gave a faint smile in the rearview mirror, which served as a silent acknowledgement.

Su Bai’s thoughts, however, remained on root bones and talent.

If he followed that logic, his body, which had been tempered by the [Immortal Kidney Body], was probably at the level of having maxed-out initial attributes, right?

Otherwise, Uncle Fu wouldn’t have evaluated his foundation as being very solid.

This made him look forward even more to the combat routines he was about to learn from Uncle Fu.

At the same time, the image of that chubby little girl from his memory briefly flashed through his mind again.

For Uncle Fu to evaluate her as having ”decent root bones” and even teach her a few things... so many years had passed, he wondered how that girl was doing now.

The thought was fleeting, quickly suppressed by the more pressing matters of Brother Bufan and the Dragon King Hall.

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Not long after the taillights of Su Bai’s car disappeared at the end of the road leading from the pier to the city, another unremarkable black SUV sped over like a ghost, braking sharply and coming to a precise halt at the edge of the abandoned container area.

The car door was flung open, and Brother Bufan jumped out with swift movements, his face as dark as a thundercloud.

The faint smell of blood and a lingering aura of violence still hung in the air.

With eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, Brother Bufan slipped into the container area as silently as a leopard.

Brother Bufan’s heart sank as he quickened his pace. Following the pre-arranged secret signals, he soon found the blue container that served as the temporary handover point.

The door was wide open, and the interior was a total mess.

Then, he saw the figure curled up in the corner, barely recognizable as human.

It was supposed to be a tall and sturdy white man, but now he lay there like a pile of rags.

His signature blonde hair was matted into clumps by dried, dark-red blood, covering a face swollen like a pig’s head.

His features were so distorted and swollen that they were almost indistinguishable. Blood was still oozing from his nose and mouth, and his expensive jacket was covered in dust and bloodstains. His exposed skin was riddled with purple bruises and cuts, and one arm was bent at an unnatural angle.

His breathing was weak and labored, clearly the victim of extremely brutal beating and interrogation.

Brother Bufan crouched down, his brow furrowed, suppressing a surge of rage and a hint of disbelief.

He had to look closely several times before he could barely confirm from the remaining clothing and the vague silhouette—though he still wasn’t entirely sure if this was the peripheral member sent by the Dragon King Hall.

But this miserable state didn’t seem right for a peripheral member of the Dragon King Hall; at the very least, they shouldn’t be this pathetic.

Although the peripheral members of the Dragon King Hall weren’t core combatants, they were still screened, and their psychological resilience and ability to handle pressure far exceeded that of ordinary people.

To be tortured to this extent, the interrogator must have been ruthless and highly experienced—no ordinary character.

Logically, a peripheral member of this level wouldn’t even be worthy of the personal attention of someone at Su Bai’s level, let alone personal torture.

But Brother Bufan immediately thought of the reason—the identities of core members or high-level cadres of the Dragon King Hall were sensitive. To infiltrate without alerting the relevant Chinese authorities required extremely meticulous arrangements and long periods of preparation.

And he had been in a hurry to transfer a large amount of funds and gold back to the country to quickly establish his position; he couldn’t wait that long.

So he had to settle for the next best thing, using peripheral members who were relatively easy to arrange but had lower organizational and security clearances.

He hadn’t expected that this would turn out to be the weakest link, caught red-handed.

A cold fury and the irritation of having his plans disrupted welled up in his heart.

Brother Bufan no longer hesitated. He quickly took out his encrypted phone and started a video call directly to Dragon Two, who was far away overseas.

The screen soon lit up, revealing the face of a gorgeous yet cold Oriental woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, and exquisite makeup. This was Dragon Two, one of his trusted deputies.

Her background appeared to be some kind of modern command center.

”Dragon Two,” Brother Bufan’s voice was suppressed with anger. Without any pleasantries, he flipped the phone’s camera and pointed it at the dying foreign man on the ground. ”Look closely. Confirm if this is the ’messenger’ we sent out.”

Dragon Two’s originally calm face on the other side of the screen saw the gruesome scene, her pupils suddenly constricted. Her beautiful eyebrows knitted tightly together, and a flash of shock and anger crossed her face.

She spent a few seconds identifying him with bated breath. Although his face was severely damaged, she was able to make a judgment based on certain subtle physical characteristics and the remaining clothing and accessories.

”Yes... it’s him.” Dragon Two’s voice came through clenched teeth, carrying suppressed rage and disbelief. ”Code name: Raven. The second-level messenger responsible for this Far East cargo handover.”

”But... how did he end up like this?! Who did it?! This technique...” As the head of intelligence, she could tell at a glance that this wasn’t just a beating; it was professional, purposeful interrogation designed to maximize the destruction of the victim’s will and extract information.

”I don’t know.” Brother Bufan’s brow was tightly furrowed as he squeezed these words through his teeth, his expression frighteningly grim.

The operating procedures of the Dragon King Hall were extremely rigorous. Even for peripheral operations, the security level was quite high.

This time, for the transport of gold by sea, they had carefully selected what seemed to be the safest route and personnel.

Theoretically, such a blunder shouldn’t have happened, and it certainly wasn’t allowed!

On the video, Dragon Two’s cold and elegant face, which carried an Oriental charm, was equally solemn.

She carefully watched the footage as Brother Bufan switched it back and said quickly, ”The ’cargo’ for the handover was sealed in specially reinforced wooden boxes with our specific secret marks on the outside. If the other party was just after the money, they should have taken the boxes, or at least opened them to check. Are there any signs of the boxes at the scene?”

”I’ll look!” Brother Bufan irritably hung up the video call.

He crouched down, enduring the smell of blood in the air, and began to search carefully inside and outside the messy container.

In the six months since he had come to China, relying on the foundation of the Dragon King Hall and his own abilities, everything had been mostly smooth, despite occasional setbacks.

This was the first time he had encountered a situation where critical supplies were missing and his subordinate had been nearly destroyed by an unknown force using such brutal methods!

A surge of wicked fire and deeper suspicion churned in his heart: How did the news of this Dragon King Hall operation leak out?

The time, location, and method were all classified.

Could it be... there’s a mole within the Hall?

As soon as this thought arose, he forcibly pushed it down.

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

The core members of the Dragon King Hall were very strict, and even peripheral members went through layers of screening and testing. Their loyalty was beyond doubt. But how else to explain this bizarre failure?

He suppressed the shock and suspicion in his heart and focused his attention on the search.

However, after ten minutes of searching almost every corner nearby, he found nothing but the messy traces of a fight and bloodstains—not even a fragment of gold, let alone the specially made wooden boxes.

This was too strange.

The fight marks at the scene indicated that a one-sided, swift, and violent conflict had taken place here.

But after the conflict ended, the attackers seemed to have only taken the gold, leaving these crippled men behind so casually?

They hadn’t cleared the scene, nor had they further hidden or dealt with these witnesses; it didn’t make sense.

Brother Bufan’s irritation and unease grew heavier.

He walked over to the dying foreign man again, roughly grabbing his blood-stained collar. With his other hand, he precisely pinched an Acupoint that could trigger intense pain and force someone to wake up, injecting a hint of internal energy.

”Agh—!” The foreign man’s entire body jerked violently. He was jolted awake from his semi-conscious state by the sharp pain, blearily opening his swollen eyes.

”Where is the stuff!” Brother Bufan shouted loudly.

In front of him was another cold-faced young man. In the dim light and his delirious state, he subconsciously mistook Brother Bufan for Su Bai, who had just tortured him. He was scared out of his wits and cried out hoarsely, ”I don’t know... I really don’t know anything else... I’ve told you everything... Please, spare me...”

”I’m asking you where the gold is!” Brother Bufan suddenly leaned in, almost growling, his voice filled with suppressed rage. ”Those boxes of gold! Who took them? Which way did they go?!”

The foreign man shuddered again at the shout. Only fear remained in his fading consciousness as he repeated incoherently, ”The boxes... they were carried away... so many people... I don’t know... Don’t hit me...”

His words were jumbled. Clearly, under extreme pain and fear, his memory and cognition had become a mess.

It was obvious that this foreign man’s spirit had completely collapsed during the previous brutal interrogation. He was delirious, and nothing was left but fear.

Brother Bufan let go, allowing the man to slump back to the ground like a sack of broken bones, making a dull thud.

He stood up and looked around. At the pitch-black pier, only the wind wailed. The scattered lights in the distance looked like mocking eyes. The cold sea breeze whistled through the gaps between the containers like a ghostly shriek.

Suddenly, a cold thought slithered into his mind like a venomous snake: Something’s wrong! Regardless of whether the attackers’ goal was to steal the gold, strike at the Dragon King Hall, or something else, they shouldn’t have left behind a witness who, though crippled, was still breathing.

The professional thing to do would be to kill him or take him away for further questioning. Leaving him here... the only logical explanation was that this was a bait intentionally left behind!

Life in China over the past six months had been too comfortable; he hadn’t even seen through such a simple trap.

”Damn it!” Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the hair on Brother Bufan’s body stood on end. Almost instinctively, he retreated violently to the side and rear!

However, he was still half a step too late.

The originally dead silence of the darkness seemed to be torn apart in an instant!

From atop the scattered containers, from the depths of the shadows, and from behind abandoned machinery, dozens of figures leaped out silently like ghosts!

They were all dressed in well-tailored dark suits, their movements perfectly synchronized and so swift they didn’t seem human. They made almost no sound upon landing, instantly forming a seamless perimeter, their cold gazes locking onto Brother Bufan in unison.

Not a single word was spoken; not a single warning was given.

The three men at the very front pounced the moment they landed! Fists whistled and legs lashed out like whips. Their attack angles were tricky and ruthless, aiming straight for vital points, moving so fast they left only afterimages on the retina!

What shocked Brother Bufan even more was the hidden power in their strikes and the rhythm of their battle-hardened combat. Every single one of them was at the level of a top-tier expert!

When did China... produce so many terrifying guys?! A wave of shock crashed through Brother Bufan’s heart.

He had spent many years roaming overseas, where the Dragon King Hall’s reputation was legendary. He had dealt with international agents, top mercenaries, and assassins from ancient lineages, and he thought he had seen the world’s peak combat levels.

But this group of suit-clad, well-trained, silent-as-machines individuals, with their overall quality and sense of pressure, actually gave him a strong feeling of crisis.

Had he been abroad for too long and truly become a frog at the bottom of a well?

*Thud! Crack!*

Brother Bufan pushed his movement technique to the limit, his body weaving through the narrow space like a swimming dragon. He narrowly avoided two lethal straight punches while bracing his arm to block a side kick. The heavy force transmitted through his forearm made his blood surge.

He tried to counterattack, his palm-blade imbued with internal energy slicing toward one man’s neck. But the opponent seemed to have anticipated it, twisting his body by a tiny, almost inhuman margin to avoid it, then striking back with an elbow toward his ribs. Their coordination was so perfect and their offensive so continuous that he was overwhelmed.

These people... if you took any one of them individually, their combat ability probably wouldn’t be inferior to the battle-hardened core members of the Dragon King Hall!

Moreover, they were clearly masters of combined attack techniques, their cooperation with each other being seamless, blocking all his possible escape routes.

The more Brother Bufan fought, the more alarmed he became, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Two fists are no match for four hands, let alone an onslaught from dozens of experts of the same caliber. Relying on his exquisite movement techniques and deep cultivation, he struggled to hold his ground, but he had already been hit several times.

A heavy whip-kick caught him in the back, stinging with pain; a subtle palm strike penetrated his defense, making his internal organs ache.

The perimeter of suited men was like a noose, slowly tightening.

He couldn’t afford to be tied down any longer!

Brother Bufan was filled with dread.

The four billion, the gold—none of it mattered now.

The other party had set this trap clearly to lure him out! The priority now was to escape immediately!

A ruthless light flashed in his eyes. His internal true qi surged frantically. He didn’t hesitate to take two blows to his body at the cost of spitting blood, using that momentum to hurl himself like a cannonball toward the seemingly weakest gap in the perimeter, attempting to force a way out!

At almost the exact same time the battle broke out at the pier.

On the other side of the city, Su Bai was half-reclining on a comfortable sofa, idly flipping through television channels.

The encrypted phone beside him lit up, emitting a specific vibration.

Uncle Fu picked up the phone, listened for a moment, gave several steady ”mhm”s, then turned to Su Bai and reported calmly, ”Young Master, the ’bait’ we set at the pier... has been taken.”