Song Jinglong saw the assassin killed by Du Ming in the house, felt relieved, walked out of the room, and his men followed him nervously.

  Du Ming casually threw the only remaining killer to the ground, Song Jinglong walked over excitedly and said, "Mr. Du, you saved me, you saved the Song family again, how can I thank you?"

  Du Ming replied indifferently: "I killed these people not for you, but for the Yun family and myself. You don't have to thank me."

  Song Jinglong hastily said: "No matter what you are for, you really saved me. These times down, your help to the Song family is too much, our Song family has always known how to repay kindness, and will definitely remember your good deeds, and there will be a heavy thank you in the future."

  Du Ming thought that it wouldn't be a bad thing to help Yun Cai and the Song family improve their relationship, so he casually nodded in agreement. "Alright, there's another question, I'll ask you, do you know who wants to assassinate you?"

  "This..." Song Jinglong thought for a moment, shaking his head. "The Song family is a big tree that attracts wind, and there are probably thousands of people who want to assassinate me. I really can't think of who it could be right now."

  "What's the relationship between the Liu family and your Song family?"

  "The Lius?" Song Jinglong was taken aback, and said somewhat absent-mindedly, "Our two families had a lukewarm relationship before. Yesterday at the banquet, I openly opposed him, so it's possible that he harbors resentment in his heart. Now that Mr. Du mentions it, I also suspect Liu Junyuan."

  "Alright," Du Ming said, "I have other things to attend to, I'll be leaving now. As for these corpses, you'll take care of them, won't you?"

  Song Jinglong nodded, "This is natural."

  Du Ming picked up the living person from the ground and walked away with him as if he were carrying a small chicken.

  Yun Cai is now at the company, not at home. Du Ming took the killer back to Yun Cai's house, casually found an empty room, dragged a chair over, tied the killer up on it, and then poured a cup of cold water on his face.

  The killer groaned. He opened his eyes, saw Du Ming shrink back a bit, and Du Ming asked with a gloomy face: "Speak up, who sent you here? It's better for both of us to say it early."

  The killer gritted his teeth and said nothing.

  Du Ming sneered and quickly stretched out his hand, breaking one of the killer's fingers.

  The killer let out a miserable cry, but still didn't say anything.

  "It's worth me spending some thought on it."

  Du Ming leaned down and whispered in the killer's ear: "Are you sure now that you don't want to speak?"

  The killer heard Du Ming's icy voice and trembled all over, but still gritted his teeth, "I won't say it!"

  "Hmm," Du Ming stood up and punched him in the face with a casual fist, then grabbed his hand and broke three of his fingers at once.

  The killer let out a shrill cry, but Du Ming didn't give him any chance to catch his breath. He punched him in the abdomen and slapped him twice.

  Under Du Ming's strength, the killer soon fainted, and Du Ming immediately splashed him awake with cold water.

  The killer had just turned around, and Du Ming started his torture again, stretching out his hand to tightly strangle his neck. The killer rolled his eyes due to suffocation, but Du Ming loosened his hand just as he was about to pass out.

  Du Ming then gave him a few more punches, kicked him to the ground with one foot, and then pulled him up again, continuing his torment.

  In a foreign land filled with bloodshed, such methods were merely basic torture techniques. Du Ming casually broke off the remaining fingers of the assassin, looked around in a circle and said, "Still not speaking? Then I can only play some other tricks."

  The killer let out a wail and begged: "No, kill me, kill me!"

  "Alright," Du Ming said coldly, "you tell me what you know, and I'll kill you."

  As he spoke, he kicked his left leg off, the assassin's anguished cry was already distorted beyond human recognition, "I, I said! I said!"

  Du Ming stopped what he was doing, crouched down slightly with his hands on his knees, and revealed a strange smile. "Why didn't you cooperate earlier? Why suffer through this torment?"

  The killer gritted his teeth, seemingly still hesitant, Du Ming waited patiently, with only one hand placed on his broken leg, pinching his fractured bone.

  The piercing pain stimulated the killer, who cried out in agony: "It's Luo Huihui! I am a member of Luo Huihui!"

  "Hmm," Du Ming nodded and withdrew his hand, "Who wants to assassinate Song Jinglong?"

  The killer said: "Yes, it's Liu Junyuan, the young master of the Liu family."

  Du Ming furrowed his brow, "Liu Junyuan? Is your Luo Gui behind the Liu family?"

  "No, I don't know, all I know is that Liu Junyuan contacted us and made an offer, our killer will take care of it for him."

  "Then who is above you? Who is in charge behind Luo Hui's back?"

  "I don't know."

  "Hmm?" Du Ming's eyes turned cold, and one of his hands clutched at his throat again.

  "I really don't know! I'm just a lowest-level killer!" the killer shouted in terror, "I don't know anything, I just do things for money!"

  Du Ming looked at him and knew he was telling the truth, so he withdrew his hand. "Alright, what else do you know about your organization?"

  "I don't know anything anymore, we're all single-line contacts, our superiors are very mysterious, I only know that there's a huge force behind us, and our boss always tells us to pay attention to the Yun family."

  "How do you contact your superiors? And who is your superior?"

  "We can't find our superiors, they are the ones who contact us. My superior's codename is 'Crooked Knife'."

  "How did he get in touch with you?"

  "He just sent emails..."

  "Give me the email you use to contact your superior."

  The killer obediently reported the numbers and passwords. Du Ming saw that he couldn't ask anything else, so he swiftly stretched out his hand and twisted the killer's neck.

  Afterwards he cleaned up the scene, this miserable sight can't be seen by Yun Cai, Miss Yun might go crazy if she saw it.

  After handling the assassin's affairs, Du Ming sent a message to Zhao Yuexin and told her that the Liu family was related to this assassination, asking her to be more careful.

  After finishing all these things, Du Ming was about to go to sleep and relax when the phone rang.

  It's cloudy today.

  "Hey, Du Ming? Where are you now?"

  Du Ming said helplessly: "I'm at home."

  "Come over quickly!" Yuncai's voice seemed somewhat anxious, "Something has happened here!"

  Du Ming was taken aback, "Don't be in a hurry first, what's wrong? What happened?"

  A chaotic noise came from the direction of the cloud, "Today was originally supposed to be Lu Bingyun coming to shoot an advertisement for our company, but somehow a group of people appeared out of nowhere and caused trouble on set. The security guards were even beaten when they tried to chase them away, now the shooting can't proceed at all!"

  Du Ming rubbed his nasal bone, "How come there are always some people who don't know their place now? Don't worry, I'll go right away and teach those people a lesson for you."