Chapter 857: The Greatest Punishment

Chapter 857: Chapter 857: The Greatest Punishment

"What did you say?"

Yang Cheng’s voice suddenly rose, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Gong Jian trembled all over with fright and quickly said, "Actually, I have a good relationship with Yang Feng, initially I just wanted to detain him for a few days, wait until the project matured before releasing him, but unexpectedly, a mysterious organization found me, wanting to cooperate with me. They wanted to share the profits from my maintenance needle technology."

"I refused, and then they sent people to threaten me, first they smashed my factory, then secretly infiltrated the Gong family, nearly killing me. I had no choice but to agree."

"They sent Yin Wujiang to directly build an underground laboratory beneath the psychiatric hospital to continue researching the maintenance needle. But because your father refused to cooperate, the annual production was very low and often failed, but even so, the profits were astonishingly large."

"Later, the organization said they wanted to take your father away, I didn’t dare refuse, so I agreed."

Yang Cheng took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart: "Where did they take my father?"

"I really don’t know."

Gong Jian shook his head, "That organization is very mysterious, I only occasionally report the situation to the leader by phone."

"Trash! After cooperating for so many years, you know nothing!"

Yang Cheng cursed, looking down at Gong Jian, his eyes full of killing intent.

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing his gaze, Gong Jian trembled all over, using all his strength to move backward.

"You’ve killed so many people and imprisoned my father, guess what I’ll do?"

"I’ve told you everything I know, spare my life!"

At this moment, Gong Jian deeply regretted, knowing it would end up like this, he shouldn’t have touched Yang Feng at the start.

Even without the maintenance needle, the Gong family was still a prominent family in Zhonghai, he would always be the revered family head, but now it’s all turned to smoke, he knew Yang Cheng wouldn’t let the Gong family off.

Yang Cheng coldly watched him lie on the ground like a dog, suddenly lifted his foot and crushed down hard on Gong Jian’s hand.

"Ah—!"

Gong Jian screamed miserably, the sound of finger bones cracking was clear.

"This foot is for those you killed."

Yang Cheng lifted his foot and stomped on Gong Jian’s other hand.

"Ah—!"

Gong Jian screamed again, his face as pale as paper.

"This foot is for Uncle Kong."

He lifted his foot, this time aiming at Gong Jian’s knee.

"No... Please, don’t..."

Gong Jian’s eyes widened in terror, desperately pleading.

Yang Cheng ignored him and stomped down again.

Crack!!

The sound of the kneecap breaking echoed in the living room, Gong Jian trembled with pain, yet Yang Cheng gave him acupuncture, stopping the bleeding, keeping him conscious.

"Yang Cheng, if you keep hitting him, he’ll die."

Kong Lingwen stepped forward pulling him, looking at the unconscious Gong Jian on the ground, his eyes full of hatred.

"For someone like him, death is too merciful, I want him to live, live to see the Gong family’s collapse, to see himself having nothing, struggling to survive, that would be his biggest punishment."

Yang Cheng was silent for a moment, nodded, "You’re right."

"Let’s go, to the psychiatric hospital, see if there’s any clues in that laboratory."

As soon as the three left the Gong family villa, they saw several police cars roaring in, and Jia Zhenghao descended from one, followed by a dozen police officers.

"What’s going on?"

Jia Zhenghao looked at the chaotic courtyard of the Gong family, somewhat surprised.

"Gong Jian is suspected of illegal detention, human experiments, and murder, these are the evidence."

Yang Cheng concisely handed over documents to Jia Zhenghao, all of which he had searched from Gong family last night, enough to convict Gong Jian.

Jia Zhenghao nodded, turned around and said to the police officers behind him, "Search inside, take all evidence back."

"Yes!"

The police officers filed in, quickly finding more account books and contracts in Gong Jian’s study, along with detailed records of the experimental maintenance needle.

"These are enough to keep him in prison for a lifetime."

Jia Zhenghao flipped through the documents, his face turning increasingly grim.

"Uncle Jia, we’re leaving, there’s still things to handle."

Yang Cheng said.

Jia Zhenghao nodded, "Go, leave this to me."

The three got in the car and sped towards the psychiatric hospital.

...

In the outskirts of Zhonghai City, a deserted psychiatric hospital.

The car stopped at the gate, a rusty iron door hanging a big lock, the walls covered in dead vines, looking eerie and terrifying.

"Is it here?"

Kong Lingwen frowned.

Yang Cheng nodded, walked to the iron door, raised his hand and struck, shattering it open.

The three entered the courtyard, overgrown with weeds, several dilapidated buildings standing among the wild grass, shattered window glass, black gaping windows like hollow eyes.

Yang Cheng activated X-ray Vision, scanning around the courtyard, and quickly found the entrance to the basement.

It was an inconspicuous bungalow, with some debris piled at the entrance, looking unremarkable, but he knew, hidden below was the Gong family’s biggest secret.

He pushed the door open, inside was empty, nothing.

After feeling around the floor for a while, he found a hidden mechanism, lightly pressed it, the floor cracked open, revealing a staircase leading down.

"Careful."

Yang Cheng led in front, Feng Jiuge guarded the rear, Kong Lingwen walked in the middle.

The staircase was long, winding downward, the deeper they went, the stronger the smell of blood in the air, reaching the second underground layer, facing them was a heavy iron door.

Yang Cheng pushed the door open, inside, the scene caused the three’s faces to change simultaneously.

It was a huge underground laboratory, occupying thousands of square meters.

The walls were lined with various instruments and pipelines, in the center were dozens of transparent cylindrical cultivation tanks, filled with pale yellow liquid, soaking naked people.

These people were male and female, all around twenty years old, faces pale, bodies shriveled, eyes closed, looking asleep, or dead.

"These..."

Kong Lingwen covered her mouth, her eyes full of shock and anger.

"All used to extract essence."

Yang Cheng’s voice was low, filled with repressed anger.

He walked to a cultivation tank, carefully examined the person inside, found their chest still faintly rising and falling.

"Still alive."

Feng Jiuge walked to another tank, also found the person inside showing signs of life.

"There are thirty-two tanks in total, the people inside are alive but in poor condition, in urgent need of treatment."

Yang Cheng nodded, took out his phone and dialed Jia Zhenghao’s number.

"Uncle Jia, there’s a discovery at the psychiatric hospital here, thirty-two illegally detained victims, need ambulances urgently."

"What? I’ll arrange that right away!"

Jia Zhenghao’s voice was so shocked it changed tone.

After hanging up, Yang Cheng continued searching in the laboratory, looking for clues left by his father.