Flying in from outside the door was a person, an already unconscious person, who was evidently thrown in by Lin Fan with the aim to divert the man’s attention.

Indeed, the moment the man’s attention was distracted, in the next second, Lin Fan’s coin had already arrived, with a clang, knocking the gun from the man’s hand to the floor, eliciting a scream from him. Surprisingly, a coin was embedded in the web between his thumb and forefinger, with blood constantly flowing from it.

At this moment, Chen Ling also reacted, stomping on the man’s foot, breaking free from the man’s grip, and hastily running towards Chen Long.

"You little brat!"

The man, furious, lunged forward intending to grab the gun with his other hand. There was no way he could let Chen Ling escape; using Chen Ling as a hostage was his only leverage now. Without her control, who would listen to him?

However, just as the man was about to pick up the gun, Chen Long rushed over, kicked the man to the ground, and picked up the gun, aiming it at him.

The man rolled to the ground, looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, not daring to make any further moves, the situation was dire for him.

Following this, the man saw a handsome young fellow walk in from outside the door.

"Now, can I give the orders?" Lin Fan said with a smile.

The man was stunned for a moment, completely unexpected that the opponent was so young. How could such a young man be so capable? It was truly unimaginable, just what was his background?

The man said, "Kid, no matter who you are, opposing us is a death wish, I advise you not to seek your own demise!"

Lin Fan said, "Explain to me, what doesn’t count as a death wish? Just sitting on that plane, letting you guys cut us down? That counts as not a death wish? Well, of course, if you’re dead, you can’t die anymore, can you? Everything I’ve done, including what I’m doing now, is merely to survive, but you want to engage in a life-and-death struggle with me, so I can only be proactive and gather some intel about my enemy first."

The man said, "I have nothing to say to you, kill or scold as you please!"

Chen Long shook his head, saying, "I advise you to confess honestly. No need to waste time, nor endure suffering. You wouldn’t be happy enduring torture."

The man sneered, "I said, do as you please, but I won’t speak. If you can get a word out of me, consider it your skill!"

While he was speaking, Lin Fan had already come to stand before him, casually flipping his hand, revealing a silver needle, with a gentle smile on his face.

The man saw it, yet felt his hairs stand on end, "You, what do you intend to do..."

Before he could finish his words, Lin Fan’s silver needle had already been inserted into his crown, and with a twist, the man instantly felt a horrifying pain radiate from his crown, rapidly spreading throughout his body.

A few seconds later.

The man had already collapsed on the ground, rolling around frantically, continuously screaming in agony.

"Ah, stop, stop now!"

This scene left Chen Ling, standing aside, completely stunned. Just what kind of thing had this brother done? Even though she hated the man to the bone, looking at his miserable state, she couldn’t help but feel afraid, unable to imagine what terrible pain and torture the man was enduring.

Chen Long was indifferent, having seen Lin Fan torture three death warriors on the plane; even the Guangming Organization’s two death warriors couldn’t withstand Lin Fan’s torment.

Chen Long didn’t believe this man could be more resilient than Guangming Organization’s warriors.

Moreover, Lin Fan this time seemed to have a new trick, using a silver needle, performing some kind of technique, and in a brief session, swiftly putting the man into a state, even faster than on the plane.

Turns out Lin Fan was an acupuncture expert too. This acupuncture technique was truly astonishing.

Chen Long had no way to compare, having not personally endured such torment himself, unaware if the torture endured by the death warriors was more intense or if this man’s suffering was more severe.

However, judging by speed, Lin Fan’s method this time not only quickly took effect but also the man’s plea for mercy speed was faster than the two Guangming Organization’s warriors, perhaps due to more severe torment this time or the man’s endurance being far inferior to the two warriors.

"I beg you, stop this, spare me, ah!"

It seemed the entire building could hear the man’s pig-like screams.

Lin Fan calmly said, "Tell me what I need to know."

The man shouted, "I’ll talk, isn’t that enough? Spare me."

Lin Fan, however, didn’t move, saying, "Use the briefest words to explain your master’s situation. You better speak quickly, to end your suffering sooner."

Chen Long broke into a sweat, Lin Fan was really ruthless, forcing the man to speak concisely and focus on key points. This way, he wouldn’t dare try any tricks; out of desire to hasten the end of his torture, he’d do his best to satisfy Lin Fan.

Sure enough, the man said, "The Smith family is a prominent family in London. My master is the Third Young Master of the Smith family."

Lin Fan said, "Where can I find this third young master?"

The man said, "Smith Manor, located on Princeton Avenue..."

The man mentioned an address.

Lin Fan said, "Who is the main decision-maker of this family?"

The man said, "Master Smith, though the old gentleman has already retired. Currently managing at the forefront is the third young master."

Lin Fan said, "Where can I find Master Smith?"

The man said, "You can’t, the old gentleman’s whereabouts are confidential, even I don’t have the right to know."

Lin Fan said, "Who is the biggest supporter of the Smith family?"

The man said, "The Smith family’s network is complex, they even have support within the British Royal Family. The royal family members hold shares in the Smith family’s business, specific individuals I am not aware of. I beg you, that’s all I know, spare me!"

Lin Fan nodded. This Smith family indeed seemed complex, entangled with connections to the British Royal Family that made things tricky.

However, at this juncture, Lin Fan had no room to maneuver and could only take things one step at a time.

Lin Fan subsequently withdrew the silver needle from atop the man’s head, relieving him from the torment.

The man collapsed on the ground instantly, thoroughly exhausted, drenched in cold sweat all over, unable to muster the strength to move, truly tormented to the brink of death.

Chen Long had it right, he wouldn’t want to endure such torture, he’d never want to see Lin Fan again in his life.

Lin Fan said, "Go back and tell this Third Young Master Smith our grievances end here. Officer Chen’s daughter has been rescued; I decide not to pursue further. I hope he won’t pursue further either, or I will personally visit his manor."

A few minutes later.

At the front of the building where the boxing gym was, the steward rushed back with their people, and the scene before them left them stunned.

The gym was filled with people lying down, each writhing and struggling in pain, emitting painful groans.

The steward hurriedly led their people inside.

The scene in front of them made them break into cold sweat.

In the stairway corridor, everyone had collapsed to the ground, silent and seemingly all dead, with a coin beside each, printed with the Queen of England’s image.