Hong Kong film: The Ni family tycoon, who kills people and then amasses an army.

After Zhu Yucheng finished speaking, his gaze turned to the dog cage behind him, where a naked man was staring at them with a terrified expression.

He was hugging his knees, completely terrified and at a loss for what to do. It was Wei Jiacheng's son, Wei Zeju.

His clothes were stripped off completely, including his suit, which was made of trendy designer brands, making them envious.

All the Hong Kong dollars on his person were taken away.

On the one hand, it was to prevent him from escaping, and on the other hand, it was to scare this rich young master.

The bat, as if suddenly struck by a disease, approached the dog cage and suddenly barked:

"Wow wow wow!"

Wei Zeju was startled and buried his head in his knees, his lips turning purple.

“I’ve given you all the money, what more do you want? Don’t kill me, whatever you want, my dad will give you.”

"I will never know you again."

At this moment, the bat burst into laughter, threw the lunchbox directly into the dog bowl, and said with a laugh:

"Young Master, it's time to eat. I absolutely adore you now. Your father is a man of his word."

After saying that, the bat opened the dog cage and gave Wei Zeju a big kiss on the face, his mouth full of saliva.

This terrified Wei Zeju so much that he didn't even dare to wipe the drool off his face. He hid in the corner of the dog cage, fearing that these desperate criminals would do something even more extreme.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jun seemed to understand something. It seemed that Hong Kong Island was actually where they could exert their power. As long as the threats were effective, these wealthy people would not dare to file lawsuits against them.

"It seems you have a point. There are even fewer rules here than on the mainland."

"Rules? Those are just ways for the rich to make money. We're just more ruthless than them. Why should they be rich and powerful their whole lives?"

The bat merely kicked the dog cage, and Wei Zeju trembled with fear. He then looked at Zhang Xun and laughed:

"You see, even if these rich young masters know our true colors, they will avoid us like mice avoid a cat from now on."

"I have absolutely no need to worry about their retaliation."

After saying that, the bat deliberately came up to Wei Zeju and asked, "Do you know me?"

Wei Ze shook his head like a rattle drum.

"I don't know him, I don't know him."

Zhang Jun smiled:

"It seems that Hong Kong Island is more interesting than our mainland."

In mainland China, his appearance was not allowed to be seen by anyone, otherwise it would cause all sorts of trouble.

On the contrary, these robbers on Hong Kong Island were quite arrogant, even revealing their identities and openly provoking him, which surprised him and also made him feel excited.

It seems that Hong Kong Island is truly a blessed place, more suitable for their development.

On the contrary, the mainland has to be restrained. After this deal is done, he also has his sights set on the second richest man.

At this moment, Bat asked, "Cheng, is there no problem with the money? Brother Hao is still waiting for our news at the villa."

Zhu Yucheng laughed and said, "No problem, all of it can be spent. Brother Hao, you've really worked hard. If it were me, I would be strapping a bomb to my body to negotiate with rich people."

The bat laughed and cursed, "Otherwise, why aren't you the boss? Throw the phone over here."

"Besides Brother Hao, who else can be our boss?"

Zhu Yucheng laughed and tossed the phone over, quite proudly.

The bat took the phone and dialed:

"Brother Hao, the money has been received. Wei Jiacheng is a man of his word; he gave us 38 million more than 300 million."

Upon hearing this in the villa, Cheung Tze-keung's anxious heart finally settled down:

"Was there anything unusual when you withdrew the money?"

The bat glanced at Zhang Jun and shook its head, saying:

"No, we just circled around several times, no one would have noticed us."

"Brother Qiang, once you have all the money here, you won't have to work so hard in the villa anymore."

Cheung Tze-keung laughed heartily: "That's right, you don't know that Wei Ka-shing eats four dishes and a soup every day, just vegetables and dried fish."

"Everyone says that rich people eat delicacies, but I don't see any of that. Their mouths are so bland that they're practically numb. They don't even dare to drink alcohol. It's pure torture."

"Once we have all the money, let's book a whole bar and celebrate!"

Bat laughed heartily: "Don't worry, Brother Hao, I've already made the arrangements. I'll get you a dozen beauties to keep you company."

However, Cheung Tze-keung was still uneasy and laughed:

"Remember to contact them every two hours afterward. Be especially careful of their methods, especially towards the end."

Bat, however, thought Cheung Tze-keung was being overly cautious...

These people are living in a pipe dream, unaware that they have already been secretly watched, and tomorrow will be their doom.

……

The next day at noon, in an inconspicuous room outside Wei Jiacheng's villa.

The villa was more than ten kilometers away from here. Even if Cheung Tze-keung had strong counter-surveillance capabilities, he would not have expected that such a bullet would hit his head so precisely.

Wesley calmly placed the black backpack in front of the window and began assembling the sniper rifle. Each step, though slow, was smooth and fluid, making it a pleasure to watch.

After the scope was installed, he attached the silencer and then looked into the distance.

As his heart began to beat rapidly, Wesley's heart rate instantly reached four hundred, and the things around him seemed to stand still in his eyes.

Even the flapping wings of a fly were clearly visible, and he quickly spotted his target, Cheung Tze-keung, in the living room.

At this moment, Cheung Tze-keung was already in the hall, still half asleep, having been specially invited by Wai Ka-shing to be a guest in the hall.

Wei Jiacheng took a sip of tea and said:

“I’ve already given you the money, and it will all arrive in two days. Now, can I know if my son is safe?”

After Wei Jiacheng finished speaking, he glanced out the window without leaving a trace, but found nothing unusual.

Cheung Tze-keung was not surprised by this reason, but he looked at Wai Ka-shing with a slightly meaningful expression:

"It seems that Mr. Wei is still a father after all, and finally cares about his son's situation."

"However, as you know, we people in the martial arts world also value integrity. We only seek money, not lives, so there's no need for us to kill your son."

"But you'll definitely have to suffer a bit; you might even be locked naked in a dog cage."

After saying that, Cheung Tze-keung fiddled with the tie around his neck and laughed, "A tie costs 30,000 Hong Kong dollars, you're really rich. This suit isn't cheap either."

Wei Jiacheng's face darkened: "I want to hear my son's voice."

Zhang Ziqiang shook his head:

“Mr. Wei, do you not trust me? Besides, you didn’t seem to be in such a hurry on the first day.”

After saying that, Cheung Tze-keung narrowed his eyes, trying to detect Wei Ka-shing's unusual expression, and sneered:

"Besides, I'm just a worthless life. Once I die, it'll be over in a flash."

"Your family and you will be blown to smithereens."

Wei Jiacheng's expression changed immediately. Could it be that Zhang Ziqiang had noticed something was wrong? All he knew was that all he needed to do today was to arrange for Zhang Ziqiang to go to the designated location.

"Mr. Zhang, you are joking. Besides, my son is in your hands, and you have already given me 300 million. This request is not excessive, is it?"

Upon hearing this, Cheung Tze-keung suddenly stood up, looked out the window, and laughed:

"I always feel the sunlight is too bright during the day. I hope you don't mind if I draw the curtains."

"I've heard there's a Special Duties Unit (SDU) on Hong Kong Island, right? Maybe they serve rich people like you."

Wei Jiacheng's heart changed drastically. He knew that Zhang Ziqiang had gotten up and moved away from the location. He took a deep breath. At this point, he could only gamble.

"Mr. Zhang is joking. I'm just a businessman."

Although Cheung Tze-keung didn't notice anything unusual about Wai Ka-shing, he had a feeling that the old fox was up to something and couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"I'll close the curtains, you don't mind, do you?"

Wei Jiacheng ultimately underestimated Zhang Ziqiang's vigilance: "It doesn't matter, do you think I can refuse?"

He felt helpless; it seemed the plan was going to fall through.

Zhang Ziqiang went to the window and, seeing that there were no sniper positions around, laughed:

"It's good to be rich; your villas are all detached, with an unobstructed view of the surrounding area."

Wei Jiacheng said helplessly, "The fortune teller said I have a tough fate, and anyone who wants to be my neighbor will be cursed to death."

Cheung Tze-keung laughed heartily: "If I have the chance, I will definitely become Mr. Wai's neighbor."

Just as he finished speaking and was about to close the curtains...

"boom!"

A crisp sound rang out, then pierced through the glass. The next second, a bullet hole appeared between Cheung Tze-keung's eyebrows, while his unusually arrogant expression remained unchanged.

I felt a sharp pain, and then everything went black.