Fang Yi became angrier as he looked, impulsively took out his phone to call the police, and I stopped him.

"What's the point of calling the police? I want to play them to death."

"Alright, how do you want to play it, count me in."

"Those two old guys can't escape lying in the hospital, but their son may not be safe. You find him first."

Upon hearing my words, Fang Yi thought it made sense and immediately got ready to take action.

He traced Song Ze's mobile phone IP address.

Unexpectedly, the IP was domestic, not overseas, and it was even in the same city.

Immediately, Fang Yi and I decided to bring some tools to meet him.

Song Ze has a job, a wife, and children, appearing to be a decent person on the surface.

This family all play the role of good people, and without solid evidence, one could never imagine how sinister they truly are.

Fang Yi and I crouched in the underground parking lot of Song Ze's residential area. When we saw him getting out of the car, I walked over to greet him.

As soon as he saw me, he realized something was wrong and tried to run, but Fang Yi, who had quietly approached him from behind, knocked him unconscious with a baseball bat to the head.

Song Ze fell to the ground, unable to get up. Fang Yi, still feeling unsatisfied, swung the baseball bat at him a few more times.

Seeing the blood seeping from the back of Song Ze's head on the ground, I said to Fang Yi in anger, "First, move him into the car. We'll deal with him slowly later."

Fang Yi moved the person, and I took care of the blood on the ground. Working together, we were efficient.

As the car left the parking lot, Fang Yi discreetly replaced the surveillance footage of us entering and leaving the parking lot, ensuring that no one would discover we had been there.