Are You Crazy? You’re Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show?

As Wang Yun spoke, Chen Fanjiang was struck with shock, and his girlfriend instantly inhaled a sharp breath of cold air. They recognized the name Wang Yun.

Just yesterday, their organization had accepted a new mission–to assassinate someone named Wang Yun. This couldn’t possibly be a coincidence.

Chen Fanjiang suddenly leaped up from the sofa with agility that could rival an athlete’s.

“How did you get in here? Ah Meng!” Chen Fanjiang shouted outside in a panic.

But the response was eerie silence. At that moment, Chen Fanjiang’s expression grew grim. Ah Meng, his well-trained wolfhound, had alertness and sensitivity on par with a police dog. It was a valuable asset Chen Fanjiang had purchased at great expense.

“Save your breath, that dog was better off without following you,” Wang Yun said.

Denying Chen Fanjiang any moment to recover, he advanced with a quick step.

Chen Fanjiang, standing three meters away, saw Wang Yun move and instinctively tried to retreat, but his speed and reflexes paled in comparison to Wang Yun’s.

Wang Yun threw a punch. Chen Fanjiang tried to dodge, but the fist landed squarely on his shoulder.

A deep groan escaped Chen Fanjiang as his face twisted in pain. His girlfriend screamed and ended up crouching on the carpet.

“You’re too slow.”

Wang Yun, without offering a single sympathetic glance, stepped forward again. In an instant, Chen Fanjiang found himself forcefully pinned against the wall by Wang Yun. The sheer force of the impact almost rendered Chen Fanjiang unconscious.

God-level hypnosis was at play!

“Now, relax. Tell me about the distribution of your organization’s members and the location of its headquarters. Reveal everything you know to me,” Wang Yun said, pinning Chen Fanjiang’s arms and pressing both his face and body against the wall.

The wall, which doubled as a TV, was also a mirror. Positioned behind him, Wang Yun was able to maintain eye contact with Chen Fanjiang through their reflections.

Speaking in a deep, muffled voice, he whispered into Chen Fanjiang’s ear. His tone was as soothing as one used to lull a baby to sleep. God-level hypnosis was initiated.

Initially, Chen Fanjiang struggled fiercely. Yet, in his anger, his gaze locked onto Wang Yun. It was precisely looking into Wang Yun’s eyes, coupled with his words, that began to cloud Chen Fanjiang’s mind.

“Quickly, tell me everything,” Wang Yun urged once more.

In that instant, the hostility within Chen Fanjiang disappeared, replaced by a vacant stare. The strength in his body to resist faded away.

He nodded mechanically, divulging every detail about the organization’s locations and members to Wang Yun.

“It seems this one doesn’t know too much, but at least he knows about the leader,” Wang Yun remarked disdainfully after learning about Liang Long, the leader of the Ming Ju assassin organization.

He then activated the chip, saying, “Director, the police can come in now. This man is part of the assassin organization. There’s also his girlfriend present, who likely isn’t innocent either. Take them both for interrogation.”

After Wang Yun’s instructions, the director was visibly excited. They were dealing with an assassin organization. In less than five minutes, Wang Yun had apprehended a genuine assassin.

“Alright, I’ll send someone in immediately to back you up. Just secure the situation and leave the area. And remember, your safety is crucial,” the director advised, fully aware of the next steps and emphasizing caution once more.

Wang Yun was the linchpin of the program, whose soaring popularity hinged entirely on him. Should anything happen to him, the show would be doomed.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control.”

Before leaving the villa, Wang Yun had both Chen Fanjiang and his girlfriend securely tied up in the living room. His tying skills were unsurprisingly superior, even compared to some program officers.

Wang Yun promptly left the scene, heading to a nearby café. There, he began tracing Liang Long, the leader of the Ming Ju assassin organization. He intended to wipe out it entirely.

Through searching, Wang Yun found that Liang Long was in an office building. And in his phone, there was a secretive app.

After Wang Yun cracked this app, he unexpectedly discovered that all the information about the members was contained within it. It was similar to the time clock systems used by some companies. The program included the members’ information and their locations. It also tracked how many tasks they had received and their completion rates, among other things.

“Wow, these assassin organizations have really gone high-tech,” Wang Yun marveled. “Using software to assign and distribute tasks, that’s pretty advanced. They’re keeping up with the times.”

He also discovered that it was unlikely for assassin members to stay in one place for 24 hours. Those without assignments would typically stay at their homes, much like Chen Fanjiang.

After Wang Yun’s thorough investigation and tracking, he found that, aside from the assassins he had already captured, the organization consisted of thirty individuals. Of these, fifteen were IT personnel with specific workplace locations, while the other fifteen were assassin members located in their own homes.

The primary duty of these IT individuals involved accepting missions on various secret websites and monitoring the targets’ every move. All of them were highly skilled in computing, each capable of matching the output of a small-sized company.

“It looks like I’ll need to come up with an excuse to bring them all together,” Wang Yun mused as he examined these locations.

He then hacked into the secretive app once more. This backend was managed by Liang Long, the head and founder of the Ming Ju assassin organization. All mission assignments and postings appeared there.

“Half an hour from now, all members are to meet on the 35th floor of the Dragon Wind Building — Liang Long.”

After preparing the message, Wang Yun promptly sent it out. Everyone, except Liang Long, would receive the message.

Simultaneously, Wang Yun completely disabled the app on Liang Long’s phone.

This meant that even if these assassins harbored doubts and sent out messages, Liang Long wouldn’t be able to receive them.

After doing all this, Wang Yun set down his phone and began to meticulously enjoy the coffee in front of him. Throughout this entire process, his camera remained off. The production team also issued a notice stating that Wang Yun’s camera would be turned back on in three hours. As for the reason, viewers of the live broadcast were well aware.

Meanwhile, within the Dragon Wind Building, Liang Long was pacing anxiously in his large office, his face etched with unease.

“I really shouldn’t have accepted this task. Damn it, this guy is an absolute monster!”

At this moment, Liang Long was engulfed in panic. The ease with which Wang Yun had handled his assassins left him shocked. He had not anticipated that the assassins he dispatched would be so easily defeated. These were supposed to be his well-trained operatives.

This sent a cold shiver down Liang Long’s spine.

Despite being a hardened figure accustomed to dealing with severe situations, he found himself unexpectedly unnerved by one person. However, Liang Long’s only weakness was his excessive trust in his own instincts.

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