Madman!

Chapter 94: Say Thank You

Chen Wujun took two cigarettes from Shark Jiu and sat on the sofa, smoking while he pondered Master Xin's words.

Indeed, one had to look outward more often.

He was still thinking about how to buy a house, yet the factions outside were already developing their own real estate projects.

The Walled City was their sanctuary, but also a cage.

Neither the police nor the law could enter this patch of land, but they couldn't leave either; they were firmly trapped here.

Therefore, cooperation with outside forces was necessary... just as Shark Jiu cooperated with Snake Aunt on investments.

Chen Wujun felt that, given the chance, he should also ask Snake Aunt if there were any cooperative investment opportunities.

While he was deep in thought, a text message arrived on his phone.

Chen Wujun opened his phone and saw a message from an unknown number. It contained only an address, just a few kilometers from the Walled City.

"Senior Sister, I'm heading back," Chen Wujun said as he stood up.After leaving, he called for Curry and Li Wei, and they took a car to the target location.

Upon arrival, they saw an abandoned textile factory featuring a large amount of stained glass.

"Brother Jun, what are we doing here?" Curry asked as he looked around.

"Just taking a look." Chen Wujun didn't explain further. He circled the building, found a broken window to jump through, and then surveyed the interior.

The textile factory was quite large, divided into several passageways.

Chen Wujun walked a lap inside, his nose filled with the pungent smell of chemicals.

He then pulled open an iron door and walked down a narrow staircase. After a dozen steps, he encountered a sunken, narrow space. Planks and narrow ledges allowed one to cross it.

The entire space was ten feet wide and sixty-five feet long, with a depth of about three feet. It held a layer of dirty water of unknown composition that emitted a stinging odor.

It looked like an indoor river.

In reality, it was a washing tank for dyeing cloth—a dye vat.

Seeing this, Chen Wujun knew this was the place he needed.

Opposite this washing tank was another staircase leading up.

Chen Wujun tested the depth with a stick and walked along the edge, calculating the distance. Going up the opposite stairs led to another workshop.

If one were to walk from above, passing between the two workshops would require going through four doors.

Furthermore, the buildings were separated by thick concrete.

Obviously, this place had been converted into a textile factory from other buildings.

Back in the Walled City, Chen Wujun sketched and wrote on a piece of paper, then called Ah Fei over. "Find a foundry. Buy 42 iron pillars, five feet tall and as thick as a bowl. They must have a base at the bottom. Each pillar, including the base, must weigh at least 330 pounds..."

"Don't go yourself. Find an addict or a degenerate gambler in the Walled City to act as the face. Have them deliver it to this address..."

"Change his clothes and brief him well. Tell him not to speak about things he shouldn't. Arrange two clean faces to interpret and follow him. After the delivery, dispose of the person."

"Also, have some metal plates made, each with twenty or thirty nails. The plates should be sixteen inches square, and the nails eight inches long... Make 200 of them."

Chen Wujun handed the matters over to Ah Fei, then leaned back in his chair to think.

The items were arranged... the next step was how to lure Harris there.

That was simple too; creating a case would be enough.

He didn't even need to leave clues; Harris would definitely find his way there.

So, what kind of event should be created to lure Harris in? Chen Wujun's first reaction was a gold shop robbery. After all, he had wanted to conduct some 'social practice' for a long time.

However, after some thought, he abandoned the idea.

His physique was too unique and easily recognized. If he didn't do it personally and left it to others, he wouldn't feel at ease.

To put it bluntly, he had too few capable people under his command.

As Chen Wujun's gaze wandered, it landed on a news article in the newspaper.

Pulling out the newspaper that was being used to pad the table surface, Chen Wujun read it carefully.

"Edward Bloom, leader of the Student Fair Admission Organization, believes that major universities are currently discriminating against white students in the admissions process, leading to a decline in the enrollment ratio of white students in recent years."

"From 85% twenty years ago, it has dropped to 66% today."

"Therefore, Edward Bloom is collecting data to sue prestigious institutions such as East District 9 University and City University..."

"Aren't the schools still full of foreigners?" Chen Wujun scoffed. He pondered for a moment; this man was a suitable choice.

He had some social influence and was about to sue several famous universities. If he were kidnapped, the resulting storm wouldn't be too small, but not too massive either.

Harris would definitely investigate, but he wouldn't be overly vigilant...

For Chen, this would also serve as a form of social practice.

Two days later, Chen Wujun received a call from Ah Fei at the warehouse. "Brother Jun, I've asked around. It will take at least half a month. Making the items is simple enough—at most five days—but the polishing and applying anti-rust paint will take a long time."

"What anti-rust paint? We don't need any of that. Just have them make the things and deliver them. Give them five days; they must be done."

"What about the price?"

"45,000. Without polishing and anti-rust paint, it could be even cheaper."

"Money isn't a problem. Tell them: five days, or else!"

Six days later, Chen Wujun received word and went to the abandoned factory. He saw the main hall piled high with iron pillars, each with a base welded to the bottom.

Chen Wujun stood a pillar upright. It felt quite stable; even standing on top of it, it didn't wobble in the slightest.

He then had Curry and Li Wei carry these items to the underground washing tank. He personally found the positions to place the iron pillars below, then threw away all the wooden planks that had been above.

After the bases sank into the water, the iron pillars extended straight out of the surface, spaced three feet apart.

42 iron pillars—these were 42 stakes.

Subsequently, he threw all the nail plates into the water. The dirty water just barely covered the nails.

The plates were studded with eight-inch nails; falling in would turn anyone into a sieve.

Harris's mutation was Super Speed, so he simply needed to limit that speed. Later, he would smear grease on these iron pillars.

Chen Wujun felt that this space was very fair to both of them.

Chen Wujun stretched lazily, his heart filled with anticipation. After waiting so long, preparations were finally beginning.

That Harris had troubled him twice.

Just seeing him made Chen feel unpleasant.

Most importantly, he had blocked Chen's path.

Now that he was finally going to resolve him... it made his whole body thrill with excitement.

The only problem with the plan now was... how to separate Harris from his subordinates, and then eliminate the subordinates as well to prevent news from leaking.

For something like this, there could be absolutely no leaks.

Several people flashed through Chen Wujun's mind: Snake Aunt, Li Yaozu... and Shark Jiu.

Chen Wujun previously didn't want Shark Jiu to know he had beaten Ji Xiang to death... it would likely affect their relationship.

Shark Jiu was not only his senior sister but also his guide; he didn't want to make things difficult for her.

But now that Ji Xiang had latched onto Master Xin... Chen Wujun naturally had no more reservations.

...

Harris had just entered the Federal Police station when the chief called him over.

"There's a kidnapping case in your jurisdiction. Take care of it. You must bring the person back."

"Oh? Which tycoon got tied up? Does it involve New Arts martial artists?" Harris asked casually.

"Not a tycoon, but more troublesome. The specific details are here... The scene indeed has traces left by a New Arts martial artist. The car door was torn off directly..." The chief tossed a file in front of him.

Harris picked up the file and flipped through it. "Edward Bloom, social activist... leader of the Student Fair Admission Organization..."

"He's recently been collecting data to sue several higher learning institutions, and he has conservatives backing him... If he disappears at a time like this, it will be very troublesome. Once the news gets out, it will inevitably cause a massive uproar."

"So, you must bring him back before the news leaks."

"Has his family received a ransom call yet?" Harris asked.

"Not for the time being..."

"I understand." Harris nodded, then took the file and walked out.

For him, this was a small case.

The only troublesome parts were the person's identity and the timing... and also whether the person was still alive.

Returning to his team, he called three people to go out and investigate.

After all, his group wasn't responsible for just one case.

And with him there, three people were enough.

If it weren't for the need to search for clues, he alone would have sufficed.

First, they went to the scene where Edward Bloom was taken to have a look.

"The kidnapper's strength isn't extremely high. The car door was torn at twice before coming off. Estimated strength is around 1,100 pounds..."

"According to witnesses at the scene, there was a yellow sedan during the incident..."

Harris used only a single day to track the approximate location where the sedan last disappeared. By 8:00 PM, he had traced it to an old industrial zone southeast of Guanfuchang.

At 10:00 PM, a gray sedan parked near the textile factory.

"There used to be a textile factory ahead... the kidnappers are likely hiding inside."

"Let's go take a look." Harris pushed open the car door and stepped out, casting his gaze toward the building ahead.

His three subordinates followed him out of the car.

They walked boldly into the textile factory, not even trying very hard to conceal their movements.

They had full confidence in Harris, and in themselves.

With Harris's Super Speed, anyone he targeted definitely couldn't escape.

And they were elites of the Special Task Department. Not only were they New Arts experts with senses far sharper than ordinary people, but they also carried guns.

"There are quite a few footprints and drag marks here..."

"The newest footprints are here... less than a day old..."

"These messy footprints... likely belong to the victim..."

They didn't turn on their flashlights; the faint light from outside was enough for them to see the situation inside.

"There are footprints over here too..."

A trail of footprints led to a side door.

"Jean, go check over there..." Harris made a hand gesture.

Not long after they separated, Harris followed the drag marks on the ground to an iron door.

Just as the Huayan agent under Harris drew his gun to enter, the sound of steel clashing suddenly came from another direction.

"Song Gui, you go check that out." Harris signaled with his eyes.

"Joe, stay here and be ready to support the others at any time," Harris whispered.

"Understood." The last man nodded.

Harris then walked directly down the stairs.

He realized the opponent wanted to separate his men, but he didn't care at all.

This was the confidence brought by powerful strength.

Just as he walked down the stairs to the lower level, he saw iron pillars standing erect on the surface of water that reeked of a pungent odor.

And on the innermost pillar stood a person.

A young man dressed in dress pants and a dark blue shirt stood with both feet on an iron pillar only the size of a rice bowl. Looking closely, one could see he was barefoot, gripping the edge of the iron pillar with just a few toes.

The youth had a turtle-back posture and crane-like form, with arms far longer than an ordinary person's.

At this moment, he spread his arms, angling them upward, his eyes shockingly bright.

The youth's face was filled with excitement, his grin stretching almost to his ears, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Harris... look, I've even prepared a grave for you..."

"Say thank you!"