The Dunhuang Hotel’s real purpose was to serve as the main agency in Southern China for the world’s foremost intelligence agency, "The Dark Division."

As for who founded The Dark Division, even Song Yun did not know, only that the agency had existed for over a hundred years, apparently since World War I. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

As a neutral intelligence agency, The Dark Division focused solely on economic interests. As long as the price was right, they would provide any information, regardless of whether you were a government official or a terrorist—it wasn’t their concern—and The Dark Division never betrayed their clients’ information. That’s why Song Yun had always acquired intelligence from The Dark Division in the past.

Such agencies were abundant in the dark world and were known as information providers. With enough money, they could even find out the color of Queen Elizabeth’s underwear.

"Song Yun, do you know who did it?" Black Flood Dragon hastily asked as he saw Song Yun running over.

"I don’t know, come inside with me first. Did you bring the bank card? My old man froze mine, so it looks like we’ll need to use your money this time."

"Everything’s ready. Let’s talk inside."

Song Yun hurried inside and just as they entered the hotel lobby, a waiter approached and asked, "How may I help you, sir?"

"Give this card to your general manager, he will know what it’s about after seeing it," Song Yun said as he pulled out a Purple Gold Card engraved with a dragon from his pocket.

"Please wait, sir, I’ll inform him right away." Although the waiter didn’t really understand what this gentleman needed from the manager, he knew that the customer is king, so he took the card and went to find the manager.

A few minutes later, a chubby, middle-aged foreign man hurried over to Song Yun, who was waiting in the lobby. "Sir, sorry to keep you waiting, my name is Tom, I’m in charge here. What can I do for you?"

Tom was in his office flirting with his secretary, preparing to start an office romance, when the waiter suddenly entered and handed him the card.

At first glance, Tom thought someone was joking with him because The Dark Division’s highest-tier card was a diamond card, not this Purple Gold Card.

But suddenly, cold sweat dripped down his face. As a core member of The Dark Division, he had to fly to New York, USA, every year to attend a party held by the organization. A few years ago, the boss whimsically added a new card above the diamond tier—a Purple Gold Card. There were only ten of these cards, reportedly given to the pinnacle figures of various fields. Now, seeing such a card in Sunan City, China, made him break out in cold sweat; if he hadn’t recognized the card just now, the boss would have threatened to cut off all his excess fat at this year’s meeting.

Tom could no longer afford to flirt with his secretary. He hurriedly dropped whatever he was doing and ran downstairs, seeing that the holder of the Purple Gold Card was such a young man, Tom knew who he was immediately. However, in front of others, Tom couldn’t disclose the young man’s identity and could only greet him in the most respectful and gentle manner.

"Tom, let’s talk in your office."

"Of course, sir, please follow me." With utmost respect, Tom led Song Yun upstairs, making the nearby waiter freeze—he knew that even when the prominent young masters of Sunan came here, the manager never exhibited such an attitude.

Once in the general manager’s office at the top floor of the Dunhuang Hotel, Song Yun got straight to the point, "You know about the Li family’s young miss, Li Shishi, from Sunan City, right? I need to know who has intentions of kidnapping her."

"Very well, Lord Shura, when do you need this information?" Tom input Li Shishi’s personal data into the database and began retrieving her recent information.

"Now, I need it right now." Song Yun placed a bank card on the desk and said, "Name your price."

After searching all of Li Shishi’s recent data, Tom replied, "Two hundred thousand Huaxia Coins."

"Deal," Song Yun said after swiping the card and picking up the information in his hand. The more he read, the colder his heart felt, the angrier he became.

It turned out to be those little bastards who were up to no good. Normally, Li Shishi was engaged in trade and manufacturing. This time when she entered the market in RB, she was greatly admired by the people of RB, but she also touched the vested interests of some, causing them severe losses, which led them to continuously trying to assassinate or kidnap Li Shishi. This time they had learned their lesson and cleverly used local gangs for the kidnapping—it was undeniable that these people deserved to die.

"Tom, lend me a car," Song Yun said, his expression fluctuating.

"My pleasure to serve." Tom immediately instructed his staff, and within five minutes, everything was ready. When Song Yun got into the car, he even found a set of the latest military equipment, showing how much effort Tom had put into pleasing Song Yun.

Ten minutes later, a jeep performed a stunning drift stop at the bar entrance. Song Yun, taking the lead, walked toward the bar. According to the information, the bar up ahead was the Tiger Gang’s den. After kidnapping Li Shishi, they would definitely choose to conduct the transaction here.

"If you dare touch a hair on her, I’ll flay you all," Song Yun thought. Although Li Shishi had a bad temper and liked to confront him over every little issue, she was still his fiancée—in name if not in actuality since they had been in a real marital relationship for years. If these bastards dared lay a hand on her, he wouldn’t mind cleaning out the entire bar.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Song Yun nodded and quickly walked into the bar. It was still early, and the bar wasn’t open yet. A few bartenders idly wiped glasses at the counter.

A waiter approached Song Yun and said, "Sir, we are not open yet. Please come back after 9 PM."

"Was there a group that brought a girl in here earlier?" Song Yun asked in a stern tone.

"No, I didn’t see anything," the male waiter answered, avoiding eye contact.

"I’ll ask you one more time, did a group bring a girl here?"

"You sure are funny, looking for trouble and smashing the place, huh? Guys, if he causes trouble, grab your knives and slash him," a man with dyed red hair shouted.

"Bang!" Song Yun’s hand suddenly produced a handgun, and with one shot, he blew the man’s head apart like a smashed watermelon, spattering brains everywhere. The others, seeing Song Yun armed, didn’t dare to act rashly—hadn’t they just seen this fool get his head blown off for speaking one extra word? They certainly didn’t want to provoke this Killing God.