Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

"Are these police officers?" Old Prison glanced at the casino thugs lying on the ground groaning, and said with a strange expression, "But the title of 'Monster Detective' is quite fitting."

While Old Prison and his group were watching the show, Ma Xidao walked up to the casino owner.

The boss, all bluster and no substance, pulled out a revolver and threatened, "This is Vietnam, not Thailand! What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do?"

Unfortunately, no sooner had he finished speaking than Ma Xidao snatched the gun from his hand and punched him hard in the stomach, causing the casino owner to bend over on the spot.

Ma Xidao grabbed the man's hair and demanded, "Why are you looking for Jiang Haishang?"

Faced with Ma Xidao's interrogation, the boss could only say, "We did receive the money, and then someone gave us the address. We don't know the details!" in order to avoid being beaten.

"So I'm asking you, who gave you the money!" Ma Xidao shouted, gesturing with his fist, which was as big as a sandbag.

"I don't know either, I only know they're Korean!" The boss shuddered and quickly said to Ma Xidao.

"A Korean?" Ma Xidao asked, taken aback.

The casino owner could only honestly reply, "They are all professional hitmen; I really don't know anything else!"

"A professional assassin!" Ma Xidao immediately knew who had made the move.

However, this was abroad, and he didn't have any good solutions.

"Now that the assassins have arrived, it means they've found Jiang Haishang, right? What's the address?" Ma Xidao continued to threaten.

Upon hearing this, one of the casino owner's henchmen suddenly decided to slip away quietly.

But the boss pointed directly at the guy and said, "This guy brought the assassin!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the young thug turned and ran, brandishing his knife and ordering people to scatter.

Unfortunately, as he ran towards the door, he ran into Old Prisoner wearing sunglasses.

Seeing the knife the kid was waving, Old Yu reached out and accurately grabbed the other's wrist.

Then, with a sharp twist, the thug immediately knelt down.

When Ma Xidao and his team leader, who had chased after him, saw this scene, they breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Although we don't know what happened, we still want to thank you for helping to stop him."

Old Prison chuckled and said, "I'm not doing this to help you guys, because I also have something to discuss with this guy!"

Upon hearing Old Prison's words, Ma Xidao immediately became wary: "You're also here to see Jiang Haishang? Who are you people?"

“Private arms contractor,” Old Prison said calmly.

Ma Xidao looked completely bewildered and asked the squad leader beside him, "What is this thing?"

The squad leader, seeing that Old Prison and his group were clearly not to be trifled with, muttered for a long time without coming up with anything coherent.

Old Prisoner bluntly stated, "You can call us security personnel, mercenaries, or bounty hunters, whatever you like! Our target isn't Jiang Haishang, but the son of a wealthy businessman he kidnapped!"

After the old prison guard explained it this way, Ma Xidao understood: "I see, it's the same as our mission!"

Old Prison said with a strange expression, "I'm afraid it's different, because the son of the South Korean tycoon you're looking for was killed by Jiang Haishang yesterday! That's why Cui Chunbai sent assassins here!"

Ma Xidao's eyes widened in disbelief as he asked, "How do you know so much?"

“International mercenaries, they always have their own intelligence sources,” Old Prison said with a smile. “You two don’t seem like simple characters either. How about we cooperate? You capture Jiang Haishang, and we’ll rescue him!”

Old Yu had his reasons for thinking this way; after all, people in the intelligence department were good at intelligence gathering, infiltration, tracking, and so on.

However, the police are clearly more reliable at finding clues from the smallest details.

Nobody knows what kind of guy Jiang Haishang is, but Lao Yu thinks this matter is definitely not that simple!
Upon hearing the old prison guard's invitation, Ma Xidao whispered to the squad leader.

The two also felt that this was a good partner, provided that the other party's identity was genuine.

So after Ma Xidao inquired about the name of the old prison company, he asked the squad leader to go back to South Korea to investigate.

South Korean police quickly confirmed the identities of Lao Yu and his accomplices, given that Guojun Security Company is well-known in Asia and has even expanded its business to South Korea.

After confirming their identities, Ma Sik-tao immediately expressed his willingness to cooperate, and the two parties set off together.

However, when Old Prison and Ma Sik-tao arrived at the target location, they found that they were too late.

The room was covered in blood, and several corpses lay scattered about.

"Damn it, how many people have they killed?!" Ma Xidao exclaimed in astonishment.

These corpses must have belonged to professional killers from South Korea, but their deaths were truly gruesome.

His body was covered in wounds from sharp weapons, and the blood stained the floor of the small room red.

Old Prison glanced at them and said, "Twelve assassins, not one survived! The other side was a master of knives!"

Ma Sik-tao nodded and began searching the room.

Being a police officer, he quickly found several large suitcases in the room, containing clothing and passports belonging to different people.

Ma Xidao immediately judged, "This Jiang Haishang probably has other hideouts, which should not be far from here!"

Then Ma Xidao walked up to another corpse, touched the still-warm body, and said, "They haven't been dead long, no more than ten minutes! We can catch up!"

Upon hearing Ma Xidao's words, Lao Yu did not hesitate and immediately followed behind Ma Xidao, preparing to chase after him.

Upon arriving downstairs, Ma Xidao inspected the area and quickly discovered bloodstains. No matter how ruthless Jiang Haishang was, it was impossible for him to kill more than a dozen people without getting injured.

The tire tracks around the bloodstains quickly indicated that the other party had driven away.

So after notifying Old Yu and his group, they immediately drove off to catch up.

The intelligence officer, who had just been critical of Old Prison's decision, was now fawning over him: "Boss, you're really sharp! I didn't expect these two cops to be so useful!"

"Let the professionals handle the professional matters!" Old Yu waved his hand and said.

Ma Xidao couldn't understand their conversation and said with annoyance, "Gentlemen, were you talking badly about me?"

Old Yu and the others immediately burst into laughter: "We're praising you! With such superb criminal investigation skills, you must be a top detective in South Korea, right?"

It must be said that Ma Xidao and his squad leader were indeed skilled in criminal investigation; otherwise, relying solely on intelligence personnel might not have been able to determine the other party's escape route.

This statement can be considered a genuine compliment.

However, Ma Xidao and the squad leader's faces fell after hearing this.

If they weren't foreigners, Ma Xidao would definitely have thought that Lao Yu and the others were mocking him.

The truth is, they were just two low-ranking police officers in South Korea.

His importance was comparable to that of a local police officer, not at all comparable to that of a top detective.

So I had to change the subject and ask, "Does your team specialize in handling matters for the wealthy?"

Old Yu smiled and said, "No, I'm just handling things for our boss! And it's not because of money, but because of personal connections! After all, the big boss's personal connections are much more important than money!"

"Do you take on other missions?" Ma Xidao asked curiously.

“It depends on what kind of mission you’re referring to. Generally speaking, security, rescue, and escort missions are our company’s main businesses. As for other things, we’ll have to see if they comply with local laws.” Old Prison emphasized, “We’re a legitimate company and have business dealings with many countries!” Ma Xidao nodded, then asked, “So, what are the fees?”

When the squad leader heard Ma Xidao ask this question, he looked a little nervous.

After all, almost all the cases in the Serious Crimes Unit he's in now are handled by Ma Sik-tao.

If he leaves, the Major Crimes Unit will probably have to come to a standstill on the spot.

However, as a longtime friend and superior, he also hoped that Ma Sik-tao would have a better platform instead of being a poor, lowly detective who couldn't even afford to get married.

In response to the question from the man named Ma Xidao, the old prison guard smiled and said, "Security work is a long-term job, so it's not easy to calculate. However, a security team of five people working for a week would cost $800,000."

“Rescue and escort missions also require comprehensive evaluation, and each one will cost no less than one million dollars. Although it is more expensive, our Guojun Security Company has a very good reputation, so we have the most of these kinds of missions.”

"Of course, if the boss gets more, we get more too! The average employee at Guojun Security Company earns about six thousand dollars a month, while a team leader earns ten thousand dollars a month. There are also bonuses for missions, usually 60% of the mission's cost."

Hearing about such a salary, Ma Xidao was indeed somewhat tempted.

This salary would be considered a high-paying job regardless of the era or location.

As they were talking, the car suddenly stopped.

Everyone looked out of the car and realized they had arrived at a car repair shop.

The driver said to the old prison guard, "Boss, the tire tracks break off here!"

Old Yu glanced at the layout of the auto repair shop and immediately became alert: "Get out of the car, prepare for battle!"

Under the astonished gazes of Ma Xidao and the squad leader, the members of Guojun Security Company put on bulletproof vests one by one and then took out submachine guns.

Ma Xidao is also a military enthusiast, and he could tell at a glance that the equipment these people were wearing was all American military gear, which was quite expensive.

Ma Xidao and the squad leader were about to get up and help, but Old Yu stopped them: "I just said, professional things should be done by professionals!"

As he spoke, Old Prison's men split into two teams and surrounded the auto repair shop.

After conducting some reconnaissance, the intelligence officer spoke over the walkie-talkie: "Boss, there are people inside, about ten, and they're all armed! We don't know where the hostages are being held. That's all we have for now!"

Old Prison looked around at the surroundings, then at his watch, and said decisively, "Charge! Move out!"

Ma Xidao's eyes widened immediately, and he said to Old Prison, "You chose to launch a forceful attack when you knew nothing about anything?"

Old Prison didn't offer much explanation; he had confidence in his young demon brothers.

Moreover, there were Hell Knights with sniper rifles set up in the distance, making it virtually foolproof for them.

Sure enough, as soon as the old prisoner gave the order, the sound of gunfire erupted from the auto repair shop.

Gunfire erupted immediately, and for a moment it became a continuous barrage.

However, the gunfire quickly ceased, and the voices of the young demon brothers came through the walkie-talkie: "Boss, we've found the hostage. All the kidnappers have been killed, only Jiang Haishang escaped!"

"Good! Ensure the safety of the hostages and remain on standby!" After saying this, Old Yu hung up the walkie-talkie and then said to Ma Xidao beside him, "My business is done. Now it's your business. Get in the car!"

Ma Xidao and the squad leader were still in shock.

A dozen or so armed kidnappers were dealt with so quickly?
Both of them wore expressions of disbelief.

Then they saw people from Guojun Security Company rescue a hostage who was covered in dirt and had been badly beaten.

After getting into the car, Ma Sik-tao seemed to have many questions he wanted to ask, but for a moment he didn't know how to start.

Soon, the group spotted Jiang Haishang, whose path was blocked.

Although it was their first meeting, Jiang Haishang's ruthless bandit aura was truly unforgettable.

He held a machete in his hand, and even when several guns were pointed at him, he dared to rush forward and fight desperately.

Fortunately, Old Prison's order was to capture this guy alive, so the young demon slaves didn't kill him.

Otherwise, this guy would have been riddled with bullets long ago.

Old Yu led Ma Xidao and the squad leader out of the car, and said with a smile, "This guy is yours now! Do you need me to help you control him?"

Looking at Jiang Haishang, who was acting like a mad dog, Ma Xidao's inherent pride surged up: "No need, I'll deal with this guy myself!"

As he spoke, he took off his belt and walked towards Jiang Haishang.

When Jiang Haishang saw someone walking towards him, he immediately grabbed a machete and rushed towards Ma Xidao.

However, this guy had already used up a lot of energy before breaking through, so his speed had slowed down considerably.

This gave Ma Xidao an opportunity, and he directly opened his large, fan-like hand and swung a large bag over.

With a crisp sound, Jiang Haishang fell to the ground.

"Lie down quietly and don't struggle!" Ma Xidao said coldly. "I don't have much patience for scum like you!"

"You little bastard! Damn it!" Jiang Haishang roared, got up again, and slashed at Ma Xidao's forehead with his knife.

In addition to police grappling techniques, Ma Sik-tao, a police officer, also studied judo and karate.

Faced with the knife aimed at him, he slightly turned his body, grabbed Jiang Haishang's arm, and then slammed him hard to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Now, Jiang Haishang was completely immobilized and was handcuffed by Ma Xidao.

Seeing that Ma Xidao had successfully captured Jiang Haishang, Lao Yu immediately ordered his men to withdraw.

Both sides planned to take their people directly to the airport to avoid any accidents along the way.

At this moment, the rescued young master Guo was calling home to let his family know he was safe.

A grown man crying with tears streaming down his face is a sight that sends chills down your spine.

After making the phone call, this guy started throwing a tantrum, complaining that the van was uncomfortable one minute and ordering the young demon slaves to find him a change of clothes the next.

When no one paid attention to him, he started throwing a tantrum.

"What kind of attitude is this? Believe me or not, I'll go back and have my dad fire you!" Young Master Guo said arrogantly.

Even Ma Xidao and the squad leader, outsiders, couldn't stand this guy's attitude.

Ma Sik-tao, in particular, had dealt with many sons of wealthy families, and they all behaved the same way, which infuriated him.

Old Yu took a swig of beer and said casually to Young Master Guo, "If you're going to cause trouble, I suggest you do it after you return to Hong Kong, otherwise you're likely to suffer the consequences!"

"Suffer a loss? Suffer what loss! I've suffered so much injustice, and you still dare to grumble? Where were you trash when I was being beaten up..." Young Master Guo continued to shout and yell, making the ears of the people in the car hurt.

Old Yu had no choice but to stretch out his hand and, imitating Ma Xidao's method of slapping people, directly gave the kid a big slap.

Young Master Guo had already been tormented by Jiang Haishang for a long time, so how could he withstand the old prisoner's slap?
Even though Old Yu held back, he still knocked him unconscious with a single slap.

Now, the world finally fell silent. (End of Chapter)