Fatty's keen observation skills allowed him to notice the brief moment when Scarface threatened the young man, regardless of whether others did.

Fatty was experienced in dealing with people like Scarface and the young man, and he knew how to handle them.

Without hesitation, Fatty grabbed the young man and said, "How about you and I go over there and 'chat'?"

Fatty emphasized the words "chat" and raised his eyebrows.

Fatty's "chat" had two meanings: first, to talk to the young man alone away from Scarface, which was obviously meant for Scarface's ears; and second, to hint at a little "tough love" to open the young man's "eyes."

This was slang, and most people in the underworld understood it.

Fatty wasn't interested in the young man; he was just trying to scare Scarface and the young man.

Hearing this, the young man's face turned even uglier.

"Don't..." The young man's inner defenses broke down under the pressure from Scarface and Fatty. His expression was extremely unpleasant, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. "Don't... let's talk it over, let's talk it over..."

Seeing that the young man was about to bail, Scarface began to mumble something. The next second, Scarface suddenly lunged his head at the young man's neck when we weren't paying attention.

We thought Scarface was going to bite the young man's neck, but it was more serious than we thought.

"Swish"—a very thin wound instantly appeared on the young man's neck, and blood gushed out in an instant.

The young man's artery had been severed.

Fatty reacted the fastest. He quickly grabbed Scarface's throat and slapped him across the face.

"Smack"—a very small object was knocked out of Scarface's mouth by Fatty's slap and fell on the grass.

I looked closely and saw that the metallic object on the ground was a razor blade—Scarface had been hiding a razor blade in his mouth.

Fatty looked at the dying young man whose neck was spurting blood and spat at Scarface, "You son of a bitch, you're really ruthless."

Just now, Scarface had precisely severed the young man's artery with the razor blade hidden in his mouth.

The young man's neck was already covered in splattered blood. By the time Rouyi and Jennifer used towels to press on the bleeding wound on the young man's neck, it was too late. In just a few dozen seconds, the young man had died from blood loss.

The razor blade in Scarface's mouth had been knocked out by Fatty's brute force, and the blade had cut his mouth, causing blood to seep from the corner of his mouth. There was also a gash about a centimeter long on the corner of his mouth.

The smile on Scarface's face hadn't changed, but it had turned from fawning to sneering.

Seeing that Fatty couldn't do anything to Scarface, Dodge walked up to Fatty and whispered a few words in his ear.

Seeing that Dodge was a foreigner, Scarface was even more fearless, his face full of disdain.

Language barriers made everything futile.

Dodge glanced at Scarface, who was being held down by Fatty, and turned to us, "I doubt this kid understands me. Translate my words to him."

But Dodge only used three sentences to completely erase the arrogant, fearless smile on Scarface's face.

Dodge's first sentence was, "Your style reminds me of an old acquaintance named An Wenshan."

Hearing this sentence, Scarface's expression froze, and the smile on his face solidified.

Then, Dodge said a second sentence that shocked Scarface even more, "There's no need to pretend. We're all on the same side. I know you're from the Z organization. Actually, I'm also from the Z organization, but my rank is higher than yours. In the organization, my rank is second only to the boss. It's normal that you haven't seen me."

What Dodge said was true. He had been in that position in the Z organization before, but after defecting, Dodge was just lying.

However, it was enough to deal with Scarface.

Scarface's face became increasingly ugly.

Seeing that Scarface's defenses were gradually being broken down, Dodge seized the opportunity and threw out a third sentence, "We were originally arranged as backup forces waiting on the periphery of Kunlun a long time ago. After losing contact with the inside of Kunlun Mountain, we entered the mountain to provide support. I guess something must have happened to you, so now, I need you to immediately tell us what happened in the mountains. This is an order."

Dodge's third sentence was entirely a gamble, gambling on Scarface's state of mind. If it weren't for everything that had just happened, Scarface's state of mind would definitely be very stable, and he would definitely be able to hear the problems with it, because all work handovers in the Z organization had strict regulations. There was no way there would be this kind of self-reporting of identity and then demanding that the other party disclose work secrets.

And Scarface had mistakenly killed his own man in front of his colleagues. Dodge's exposure had turned him from an iron-faced, selfless loyalist into a criminal who had harmed his compatriots. His state of mind had already changed.

Scarface couldn't help but glance at the death of the young man he had slit the throat of, and huge beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks.

Scarface trembled and said, "I... I have to see your credentials."

As soon as these words came out, it proved that Scarface had been taken down by Dodge.