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Lin Zhihao pondered for a moment, a sly glint in his eyes: "How about I have an idea—to bribe him?"

Zhong Chuxiong looked puzzled and blurted out, "Bribe? Bribe whom? We can't possibly bribe all the guards, can we?"

Lin Zhihao said confidently, "Of course, it's impossible to bribe everyone, but if we just take care of those few who are in charge of searching the vehicles, wouldn't it be much simpler?"

Zhong Chuxiong scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then his eyes lit up: "Searching vehicles? Oh, I remember now, there's someone called Big Hair."

A while ago, he was drowning in debt, chased to jail by loan sharks, and even got a severe scolding from the warden. You could try contacting him, but he owes a lot, and I'm worried he'll ask for an exorbitant price.

Lin Zhihao smiled confidently and said, "Don't be afraid. Just go ahead and talk to them. I'll take care of the money."

Seeing that Lin Zhihao didn't care about the money he needed, Zhong Chuxiong couldn't help but laugh and tease him, "Brother Hao, besides being a constable, you must have other ways to make money, otherwise how can you be so rich and generous, not caring about the amount of money at all?"

Lin Zhihao smiled and said frankly, "You do have some sense."

To be honest, I do have a side job, which is gambling, and I only like gambling with dice cups, I don't touch anything else.

I've been playing since I was a kid, and I've made a name for myself in this field; people call me the "Dice Prince."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Chuxiong's face lit up with a smile: "Oh, Brother Hao, I knew it! From the first moment I saw you, I inexplicably felt that we were very compatible."

"Look, I'm proficient in all kinds of gambling games, a well-rounded individual, while you specialize in dice games. If we join forces, we'll be a perfect match, invincible!"

Lin Zhihao burst into laughter: "Really? Tomorrow night, let's cross the sea to Macau and have a blast all night long, let's have some fun."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Chuxiong immediately became interested and said with great enthusiasm, "Then I'll go find Big Hair and sound him out to see if this guy can take the bait."

After saying that, Lin Zhihao leisurely got up and slowly walked away. Zhong Chuxiong also left impatiently, full of anticipation, as if he could already see the exciting gambling game that was about to begin.

Night fell over the cell, where Lin Zhihao shared the cell with a group of inmates.

Bored, he started a conversation by asking everyone why they had been imprisoned.

With a sly grin, the man with the big eyes lined up the prisoners in the cell one by one, making them talk about their "glorious deeds" in front of Lin Zhihao.

Lin Zhihao suppressed his anger and disgust as he listened to these heinous acts, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists, wishing he could get rid of these scoundrels immediately.

However, when he thought about the mission he was entrusted with, he could only suppress his impulse and keep this hatred in his heart, waiting for the mission to be completed before he could deal with these bastards.

The next morning, after the prisoners finished breakfast, they chatted freely in the mess hall. Zhong Chuxiong walked into the mess hall with a smile on his face, exchanged glances with Lin Zhihao, and went straight into the kitchen.

Seeing this, Lin Zhihao seized the opportunity when the prison guard led the other prisoners out, and quickly got up and followed them into the kitchen.

Zhong Chuxiong was wolfing down two sandwiches when he saw Lin Zhihao arrive. He quickly swallowed his food and said, "Brother Hao, I've talked to Da Tou. He agreed to help, but he's asking for 100 million."

If we can switch to the night shift, we can take the opportunity to leave safely, but we must be back before the morning shift change.

Lin Zhihao nodded slightly, his expression calm: "One million is nothing, I can earn it back after one or two trips to the sea."

As he spoke, he calmly took out a cash check for HK$100 million from his pocket and handed it to Chung Chu-hung.

Zhong Chuxiong's gaze was instantly drawn to the check, his eyes widening in shock and greed.

Seeing this, Lin Zhihao chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. Zhong Chuxiong snapped out of his daze, his eyes sparkling with admiration, and said, "Brother Hao, are you really a constable? I don't think you are. Are you a rice noodle vendor?"

Lin Zhihao was amused and couldn't help but laugh, "Selling rice noodles? How can it compare to gambling? Anyone with a brain knows that getting involved in that stuff is asking for trouble. Do I look like a fool?"

Zhong Chuxiong sighed deeply, his expression exaggerated and narcissistic: "I originally thought that in this world, only I, Killer Xiong, could be so powerful in Yau Tsim Mong, killing my way through Lan Kwai Fong, charming but not vulgar, sexy but not offensive, and was known as the Richard Gere of Hong Kong. He was a charming and charismatic little whirlwind in bed."

I never expected that you, Hao-ge, would be so much better than me. It's like the saying, "Why did fate create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang?!"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, making his voice sound melodious and graceful.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhihao felt goosebumps all over his body, especially the last sentence, which he found hard to handle.

He quickly turned around and walked away, shouting to Zhong Chuxiong, who was still indulging in self-admiration and expressing his inner passion, "Remember to give the money to them quickly."

At noon, the sun shines down.

Zhong Chuxiong hurried into the laundry room, where Lin Zhihao was intently observing the scenery outside the window with a homemade telescope. Zhong Chuxiong stepped forward and whispered, "Everything's taken care of. Let's test the waters tonight."

As night fell, the canteen was brightly lit.

After finishing their meal, Lin Zhihao and Robinson suddenly pretended to glare at each other angrily and started shouting insults.

A prison guard rushed over to stop them, but was pushed away by the two of them.

Zhong Chuxiong reacted quickly, pretending to be serious as he locked the two men in a single cell.

As he left, he quickly winked at Lin Zhihao's pillow when no one was looking.

Lin Zhihao understood immediately. After the surroundings quieted down, he lay down on the bed and reached under his pillow. Sure enough, he found a key, which he guessed was the main switch key for the single cell.

A moment later, Lin Zhihao quietly left his cell, nodded slightly to Robinson Crusoe, then turned on the main switch and carefully closed it again.

He walked steadily toward the restroom and found a police uniform that had been prepared in advance in the corner.

He quickly changed into his hat, pulled it down low, took a deep breath, and then walked out with steady steps, his figure gradually blending into the night.

After successfully leaving cell block B, Lin Zhihao walked straight towards the shadowy corner of the wall.

Zhong Chuxiong had already quietly parked the car there, its body hidden in the darkness, attracting no attention.

Lin Zhihao gently opened the car door, crouched down and hid under the back seat, curling up as much as possible to make no sound.

At that moment, a crisp bell rang through the night sky, signaling the start and end of the night shift for the prison guards.

Two minutes later, Zhong Chuxiong strolled leisurely to the car, opened the door, and got into the driver's seat.

He didn't rush to start the car. Instead, he adjusted the seat back, leaned back, and called out in a low voice, "Brother Hao, Brother Hao?"

Upon hearing the call, Lin Zhihao lightly tapped the bottom of the back seat with his fingers, making two soft "thump-thump" sounds in response.

After receiving a response, Zhong Chuxiong slowly started the vehicle and drove towards the prison exit.

The car slowly came to a stop, and two night shift prison guards walked up. Zhong Chuxiong, with a familiar smile on his face, poked his head out and greeted them warmly: "Hey, Little Sheep, Big Hair, it's you two again."

Little Sheep stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said politely, "Officer Zhong, I'm sorry, but it's required to do a check according to regulations. Your home is so close, why did you drive all the way here?"

Zhong Chuxiong snorted softly and replied nonchalantly, "What do you know? This is the final farewell."

Little Sheep looked puzzled and asked, "What is the final farewell?"

Zhong Chuxiong explained unhurriedly, "I've had this car for almost two years, and I'm really attached to it. I'm planning to sell it recently, but I'm really reluctant to part with it, so I'm driving it a few more times as a final farewell."

Big Hair then stepped forward and began to search the vehicle thoroughly, inside and out.

Little Sheep stayed where he was and continued to chat idly with Zhong Chuxiong.

Little Sheep asked curiously, "Officer Chung, have you struck it rich lately? You're even getting a new car?"

Zhong Chuxiong's lips curled up into a smile, and he said casually, "It's nothing, just going to Macau to gamble a couple of times."

"Spending every day with these prisoners is driving me crazy. If I don't find somewhere to relax, this 'killer hero' will really only know how to kill prisoners."

As they were talking, Big Hair opened the back door and casually flipped open the back seat, instantly coming face to face with Lin Zhihao, who was hiding underneath.

However, Big Hair remained calm, as if he hadn't seen anything. He calmly closed the seat, gently shut the back door, and then turned to Zhong Chuxiong and politely said, "Excuse me, Mr. Zhong, I'm sorry to have bothered you."

Zhong Chuxiong remained composed, waving his hand and saying, "We're all brothers, it's all for work, no need to be so formal."

After saying that, he drove slowly away from the prison.

A few minutes later, the car slowly came to a stop. Zhong Chuxiong turned his head and said, "Brother Hao, we're at my house. Come out."

Lin Zhihao slowly crawled out from under the back seat, stretching as he complained, "Killer Xiong, let's talk this over. When you have time, you'd better clean up the place where I'm hiding. It's full of dust in there, I'm afraid to even breathe properly, I almost suffocated."

Zhong Chuxiong grinned awkwardly and said with a forced smile, "Don't worry, Brother Hao, I'll have my dad tidy it up in a bit, and you'll definitely be comfortable hiding inside next time."

Lin Zhihao walked to Zhong Chuxiong's phone, picked up the receiver, and pretended to make a call to arrange for someone to deliver his car.

Zhong Chuxiong chimed in, "Brother Hao, just park the car outside at the gate."

Afterwards, Lin Zhihao changed into the clothes prepared by Zhong Chuxiong. Fortunately, the two were of similar build, and the clothes were only a little tight. Otherwise, there was no problem.

Stepping out of the house, Zhong Chuxiong saw the car parked outside the wall and looked it over with great interest, marveling, "Brother Hao, I really can't believe that someone as rich as you is so low-key, driving a car from Japan."

Lin Zhihao walked straight to the driver's seat, and said as he opened the car door, "Get in, you give directions, I'll drive."

Zhong Chuxiong got into the car as instructed, and Lin Zhihao immediately started the vehicle.

As soon as the car started, Zhong Chuxiong keenly realized that this car was completely different from the cars he remembered from Japan.

He curiously examined the interior of the car and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Hao, did you modify this car yourself?"

This is absolutely amazing! Aside from the exterior, nothing inside is original. Listening to the engine, feeling the speed and comfort—it's truly fantastic.

Lin Zhihao's face was full of smugness. He glanced at Zhong Chuxiong and said, "Oh, I didn't know that, Killer Xiong, you have a good eye. You actually know a lot about cars?"

Zhong Chuxiong tried to appear humble, replying, "I only know a little bit; I'm just a bit interested."

Lin Zhihao pressed down slightly with his feet, increasing the car's speed and speeding towards the dock like lightning.

Upon arriving at the pier, he spent HK$5 to charter a speedboat. The speedboat sped across the sea and arrived at Tai O smoothly in less than 30 minutes.

The docks at Ooku were bustling with activity, with vehicles waiting to take passengers to various hotels and casinos at any time.

Once passengers board the bus, the driver will take them to their destination for free. Of course, this requires waiting for several other passengers going the same way to share the ride.

If passengers are willing to pay an extra tip, the driver will naturally be happy to make a special trip to provide more convenient and personalized service.

Zhong Chuxiong explained, "The place I frequent most is Wynn Palace. Mr. He is the person in charge of the casino there. If you win money there, you can definitely take it all back. His credibility is absolutely guaranteed."

However, some casinos are owned by other partners, such as Liu Yaozu from Hong Kong and the Pig Face Gang from Taiwan; they also have a stake in them.

Upon hearing Liu Yaozu's name, Lin Zhihao's heart stirred. After a moment of thought, he said, "Wait a minute, I need to give myself a complete makeover and go over with a brand new image."

Zhong Chuxiong looked at Lin Zhihao with a blank expression, clearly not understanding what "changing his image" meant.

Lin Zhihao patiently explained, "What are you thinking? Haven't you seen disguise techniques in movies? My methods are even more powerful than those disguise techniques; they can be described as a complete transformation."

Upon arriving at Wynn Palace, the two went straight to the alley outside.

Zhong Chuxiong waited quietly at the alley entrance. Not long after, a bald, fat man slowly walked out of the alley, swaggered up to Zhong Chuxiong, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go, Assassin Xiong."

Zhong Chuxiong stared wide-eyed at the bald, fat man in front of him, his mouth slightly agape, and stammered, "You, you are, Brother Hao?"

The bald, fat man snorted in dissatisfaction and said in a gruff voice, "From now on, don't call me Brother Hao, call me Brother Baldy, got it?"

Zhong Chuxiong still looked incredulous. He involuntarily reached out and gently touched the bald head and round, fat face. He even tried to lift the bald fat man's clothes, but Lin Zhihao pushed his hand away and knocked it aside.

Lin Zhihao quickly pulled out a thick wad of 400,000 yuan from his pocket, handed it to Zhong Chuxiong, and said impatiently, "Now, do you believe me?"