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Chapter 380 I Don’t Want Sorrow, I Want Revenge

The shot was crisp and sharp, exploding suddenly in the confined space, and the effect was shocking.

The sound of the gunshot was like an invisible hammer, instantly hitting everyone's heart.

The originally noisy and chaotic scene with a flurry of chatter suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was frightened into silence, and no one dared to speak carelessly.

At this moment, their eyes were all focused on Shen Lang, their eyes full of panic and fear. No matter what request Shen Lang made, even if the amount of ransom they asked for was different, they all nodded in agreement as if their backbones had been pulled out.

Beside them, the body that had just died for disobeying Shen Lang was still lying there, no breath left, and blood was spreading on the ground, which was a shocking sight.

This scene was like the sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's head, constantly reminding them of the consequences of resistance.

Shen Lang looked at the crowd with a calm expression on his face and spoke slowly.

The voice was low but clear: "Everyone, don't panic. Listen to my explanation. I have my reasons for accepting ransoms. Those who accept low payments are executives with little real power in the company. You have limited financial resources, so I only ask for a small amount."

"As for those of you who received 500 million, you are all worth a lot of money and are well-known figures in the business world. I set this amount based on your wealth, which is also a kind of respect for your status. As soon as I get the money, I will let you go immediately. I hope you will cooperate with me and save everyone trouble. How is it?"

Shen Lang actually had other plans in mind. He was wondering whether he could deal with this group of wealthy people for a long time and continue to extort more money from them.

But after turning the thought around in his mind for a few times, he gave up the idea.

Now, to him, money is just a bunch of numbers, and there is no need to spend a lot of time on it.

When everyone heard this, they all turned their eyes to Shen Lang again, with a mixture of confusion and a hint of expectation in their eyes.

A middle-aged wealthy man with a slightly overweight figure swallowed his saliva and asked bravely, "As long as you receive the money, will you really let us go?"

His voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of uncertainty.

Shen Lang did not answer immediately, but paced slowly and walked around the crowd.

His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart.

After walking around for a bit, he finally spoke: "I'm in the underworld, and the most important thing is credibility. Before I let you go, you must write a letter to your family. I'll tell you the contents of the letter word for word. Don't try any tricks, because I have a bad temper."

As he spoke, he took out the paper and pen he had prepared in advance from behind his back and skillfully distributed them to the rich people one by one.

Under Shen Lang's close surveillance, the wealthy people picked up their pens and began to write letters with uneasy feelings.

Their hands were shaking, and some couldn't even hold a pen steadily, leaving crooked handwriting on the paper.

In the letter, they could only follow Shen Lang's request, mentioning that they were relatively safe at the moment, and asking their families to prepare the ransom in the specified method and amount, and clearly requiring that it be in gold of equal value, and they dared not reveal any details of their imprisonment.

"It's done. Now what?" A gray-haired wealthy man handed the written letter to Shen Lang tremblingly, with an obvious tremor in his voice, like the fallen leaves about to fall from the branches in late autumn.

"Don't worry, I will make all the arrangements and deliver these letters to your family." Shen Lang said as he put the letters away one by one in an orderly manner, his movements calmly, as if everything was under his control.

"Then how long will we stay here?" Another rich man couldn't help but ask, his tone full of an extreme desire for freedom. The voice was like someone who had been trapped in the darkness for a long time, calling for light.

"That depends on how well your family cooperates. If they cooperate well, you will be free soon. If you dare to play tricks, hum..." Shen Lang snorted coldly and did not finish his words.

But the threatening meaning was like a cold winter wind, penetrating into everyone's hearts and making them shudder.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Lang took out the video camera and pointed the camera at these wealthy people.

Under his command, the wealthy were forced to face the camera and tell about their current situation of imprisonment, their voices full of fear and helplessness.

At the same time, the police's search operation reached an unprecedented deadlock.

The man in charge of the case, with his brows furrowed as if he could pinch a fly to death, called together the heads of various departments for a meeting with a serious expression.

The atmosphere in the conference room was so oppressive that it was suffocating, and everyone's face was filled with fatigue and anxiety.

After learning that the search was still making no progress, Yige could no longer hold back and cursed under his breath, "It's been so long, why are there still no clues? These kidnappers are so cunning, like ghosts, leaving no trace!"

"Sir, we have searched every place we can think of. We have almost turned the whole of Hong Kong upside down, but we still can't find the place where those wealthy people are being held." A person in charge reported with fatigue and helplessness on his face, with deep frustration in his voice.

The brother rubbed his temples, trying to relax his tense nerves.

After a moment's thought, he said, "Continue to expand the search area and don't miss any suspicious points. Also, communicate more with the families of the kidnapped people to see if there are any new clues. Everyone, please be alert. This case can't remain stagnant! Dismissed."

"Yes, sir!" Everyone accepted the order, turned around and left, hurriedly walking, and continued to devote themselves to the suffocatingly tense work.

Just as the police officers dispersed, Shen Lang, like a ghost in the dark night, delivered all the letters to the homes of the kidnapped rich men.

After receiving the letters, the families of the wealthy people were instantly thrown into chaos and fell into extreme panic and entanglement.

On the one hand, they were concerned about the safety of their loved ones, and at this critical moment, they dared not disobey the kidnappers' demands in the slightest;
On the other hand, the huge ransom was like a heavy mountain, suffocating them and making them worried and not knowing what to do.

The next morning, major television stations received videotapes of the wealthy being kidnapped.

Driven by profit and in order to increase ratings, the TV station's executives did not hesitate to choose to broadcast it as the morning's major news.

When the news came out, the terrified and helpless looks of the wealthy people in the pictures spread throughout the city in an instant.

The citizens, who were already frightened by this series of kidnappings, were now even more frightened. The entire city seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, and everyone was in danger.

Although they had no money, they were afraid that the kidnappers who came and went without a trace would suddenly start a killing spree and use them as an example to scare others.

When the police learned that the kidnappers had not only mysteriously sent a kidnapping letter but also a videotape, they were furious.

They felt that the kidnappers were blatantly provoking them and acting recklessly under their noses, but they could do nothing about it.

They even dared not ask the family to refuse to pay the money because they had not yet found any clues, fearing that it would anger the kidnappers and endanger the lives of the hostages. The police could only helplessly say that they would keep a close eye on the whereabouts of the gold and would not miss any possible clues.

When the time comes for the stock market to open.

Feifei sat in the spacious and bright office, staring intently at the stock data that kept jumping on the computer screen.

Her eyes were focused and sharp, as if she could see through the screen and see everything behind it.

The assistants beside her were busy in a tense and orderly manner, reporting various data and information to her from time to time.

"Sister Feifei, following your instructions, we have completed the positions in those selected stocks. What should we do next?" A young trader asked nervously, looking at the fluctuating stock prices on the screen, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice about the unknown operation.

Feifei said calmly, "Pay close attention to market fluctuations and wait for my orders. Once the time is right, immediately begin to suppress their stock price. Remember, your operations must be steady and accurate. There can be no mistakes. Our attack must be precise and ruthless."

Since it is short selling, it will naturally directly suppress the stock price, which can make the asset price develop in the expected downward direction as soon as possible.

When the market has overly optimistic expectations for a company's stock and the stock price is inflated, short sellers directly suppress the stock price by spreading negative news, selling large quantities of borrowed stocks, etc. Once the stock price falls, they can buy back the stock at a low price and complete the short selling operation to make a profit.

For example, now, executives of major companies and some wealthy people have been kidnapped. This is undoubtedly the best negative news, enough to set off a bloody storm in the stock market.

Under Feifei's command, the stock market soon caused a stir of varying sizes.

The prices of several stocks selected by the traders began to fall. At first, it was only a slow decline, like ripples on a calm lake, but as time went on, the decline became faster and faster, and the magnitude became larger and larger.

Many investors panicked as they watched the stock price plummet, and began to sell their shares.

The stock market was in chaos and panic spread rapidly like a virus.

Under Shen Lang's arrangement, all forces are moving forward according to the track he set.

The imprisoned wealthy people, in that dark and damp confined space, anxiously awaited the verdict of their fate, their eyes filled with despair and expectation;
The police searched every corner of the city for clues to solve the case. They worked tirelessly and did not miss any clues, but still found nothing.
Feifei made great strides in the stock market, contributing to this plan. With her superb trading skills, she stirred up huge waves in the stock market.

A thrilling and suspenseful contest is developing in an increasingly fierce direction, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to erupt.

As time went on, the ransoms of the wealthy were gradually prepared.

In order to prevent the ransom from being stolen, the police arranged a large number of police officers to guard the kidnapped person's home and guard the mountains of gold.

They were armed with guns and on high alert, their eyes fixed on the gold, not missing any slight movement.

However, what the police officers could never have imagined was that the gold actually disappeared out of thin air, without a trace right under their noses.

Late that night, the police officers responsible for guarding the ransom were standing guard at their posts with high vigilance.

But it seemed like just a blink of an eye, and everyone was surprised to find that the gold that was originally piled on the table had disappeared.

There was almost nothing left in the entire room.

The police officers looked at each other, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

They couldn't understand how the gold disappeared under such strict security.

When senior police officials learned the news, they were furious.

Everyone talked at once, trying to make some sense of this confusing situation, but it was all in vain.

The eldest brother placed his hands on the conference table, leaning forward slightly, his eyes wide open as he shouted, "With so many police officers guarding it, how could the gold just vanish? Think carefully about what went wrong!"

The police officers below all lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound. The entire conference room was filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere.

At this time, in another part of the city, people were heading to Charlie's funeral.

The sky was gloomy, as if it was also mourning for the deceased.

Huang Jieyi was wearing a black dress, her face was haggard and her eyes were empty.

She slowly walked to Charlie's tombstone, squatted down gently, placed the flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Charlie, why did you leave like this..." She murmured to herself, her voice filled with endless grief and longing.

At this moment, footsteps came from behind.

Huang Jieyi noticed someone approaching and slowly raised her head. When she saw Shen Lang, surprise and a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.

"Shen Lang, why are you here?" Her voice was hoarse, obviously exhausted from excessive sadness.

Shen Lang first presented flowers to Charlie as a sign of respect for the deceased.

Then he said, "I'm here to see Charlie off for the last time. Miss Huang, please accept my condolences."

Huang Jieyi bit her lip, tears blurring her eyes again. "Mr. Shen, I beg you, please help me find the murderer who killed Charlie. Charlie's death was so unjust, I can't let him go in such an unclear way. I don't want to mourn, I want revenge..."

As she spoke, her body trembled slightly and her emotions were almost broken.

"I'm not a policeman..." Shen Lang said.

Huang Jieyi wiped her tears and said, "Mr. Shen, as long as you can find the murderer, I will stay with you for one night!"

Hearing this, Shen Lang immediately said righteously: "Sister-in-law, how could you think so? No wonder Charlie wanted me to look after you before he died. Alas, how could you do this? If Charlie knew about this, he would definitely be angry!"

After a pause, he continued, "But before I find the murderer, can you stay with me first? I don't mean anything else, I just want to comfort you on behalf of Charlie. By the way, you didn't burn the wedding dress Charlie bought, did you?"

(End of this chapter)