Hong Kong variety show: Young Master Kun, the ultimate behind-the-scenes boss!

"You still remember?" He Min asked somewhat shyly.

"Of course I remember."

Li Xinxin smiled. The incident happened three years ago. She had joked with Amin that they should both marry the same man in the future so that their friendship wouldn't fade.

It was just a joke at first, but who would have thought it would actually come true?

Meanwhile, Chen Ziwen left the library and prepared to take action.

Now that he knows Li Xinxin and Amin are safe, he can act without any worries.

With that thought in mind, Chen Ziwen took a step and rushed into the teaching building, having already familiarized himself with the environment inside.

He knew which room was occupied and which was empty.

"Who goes there?" Inside the classroom, the terrorist was guarding several student hostages when the classroom door was suddenly kicked open. He turned around to look.

Before he could even see the other person clearly, everything went black and he collapsed to the ground, unaware of anything else.

This person was Chen Ziwen.

Chen Ziwen glanced coldly at the terrorist lying dead on the ground, then picked up his gun and left.

This scene left the student hostages completely dumbfounded.

Who is this person? So strong, so cool.

Chen Ziwen moved quickly; after dealing with the terrorists in one classroom, he moved on to the next classroom and repeated the process.

In just five minutes, Chen Ziwen had cleaned up about a third of the teaching building.

However, Chen Ziwen's whereabouts were also exposed.

"Boss, something's wrong. It looks like someone's sneaked in," Steven reported to Joseph.

"What happened?" Joseph asked with a serious expression.

He made so many arrangements in case something unexpected happened, and sure enough, something unexpected did happen.

“There are many brothers in the teaching building that we can’t contact,” Steven said.

In normal communication, they would report their situation every five minutes.

But now, five minutes have passed, and more than ten brothers have lost contact.

Communication is absolutely fine, so there's only one possibility: someone sneaked in and killed them.

"Immediately seal off the teaching building, then issue a warning to the police: if they continue their actions, kill the hostages," Joseph said coldly, his face grim.

He's a terrorist; killing a hostage would be incredibly easy for him.

"Yes, boss."

Steven responded, and then quickly called out to the police, demanding that the Hong Kong British authorities release their third-in-command and immediately order their men to stop. He warned that if they continued to attack them, the hostages would be killed.

When Huang Zhiyao heard the news outside the school, he was completely stunned and had no idea what had happened.

"What exactly happened? Who went in?" Huang Zhiyao asked, looking at Li Sir and the others beside him.

If he could have launched a direct assault, he would have done so long ago. It was only because of the hostages that he hesitated to act.

Now look what's happened! Someone actually went in without his permission. No wonder he's furious.

As for the terrorists' demand to release their third son, Huang Zhiyao couldn't make the decision himself and could only report it.

"No, not a single one of us is missing."

"We haven't lost a single person either."

"Chief, as you know, the only way to attack is to enter by helicopter from the air, and then launch a combined attack from inside and outside. There is absolutely no way anyone can get in from the ground," the Flying Tigers squadron leader said with a serious expression.

He absolutely did not believe that anyone could get in. First of all, the minefield was the biggest obstacle; to get in, one had to pass through the minefield.

If we're even a little slow, the terrorists will spot us; if we're too fast, the bomb could easily explode.

"No?" Huang Zhiyao looked at their expressions carefully and found that none of them seemed to be lying, so he was now unsure.

Could this be a trick played by terrorists?

Five more minutes passed, and Steven was really panicking now. The police still hadn't given a reply, and now he couldn't contact any of his brothers in the entire teaching building.

"Boss, what do we do now?" Steven asked Joseph.

"It seems the police really think we won't dare kill a hostage. Well then, we'll kill one to show them." Joseph said coldly.

"Yes, boss."

Soon, Joseph pulled one of the hostages out, grabbed him and ignoring his cries, took him to the balcony, and shot him in the head in front of the police.

After killing the hostages, he used a megaphone to shout at the police outside again: "This is what happens when you don't obey. If you police continue to act, we will kill one hostage every minute."

After saying that, Steven went back. He was also worried that a police sniper would shoot him dead.

Nothing is impossible. The police dare to send people in and ignore their threats. What else wouldn't they dare to do?

The moment the gunshot rang out and the hostage died, chaos erupted at the scene, especially among the media reporters who seemed eager to stir up trouble.

"They killed the hostage."

"These terrorists have gone mad, what are the police doing?"

"Do the police not value hostages?"

The media reporters went crazy, believing that the hostage's death was caused by the police's obstinacy.

Despite the terrorists warning the police to cease all further action, threatening to kill the hostages if they did, the police continued to act as they pleased.

"Can anyone tell me who that guy inside is?" Huang Zhiyao was almost going crazy.

Now that one hostage has died, things have become very serious. Going from zero to one is difficult, but going from one to two is easy.

The terrorists have declared they will kill one hostage per minute; if too many people die, they will be held responsible.

"Chief, we really didn't send anyone in." Inspector Lee gave a wry smile; she truly hadn't done so.

Cao Dahua and Zhou Xingxing were both by his side, as were the other police officers; not one was missing.

"I can guarantee that the Flying Tigers did not make a move," the Flying Tigers' squadron leader assured.

Without his orders, his subordinates wouldn't act, and even if they did, it wouldn't be an ordinary person; at least, he himself wasn't confident he could enter this minefield.

"I don't care what methods you use, the hostages cannot die again," Huang Zhiyao said coldly.

He could bear the loss of a few hostages, but he couldn't withstand the pressure if too many died.

"Yes, sir."

The higher the rank, the more powerless they become. After Huang Zhiyao gave the order, they could only try their best to find a solution, but it wasn't easy to come up with one.

The school was surrounded by terrorists like an iron barrel, making it impossible to get in. If they tried to enter from the air, it would cause too much noise, and the terrorists would definitely kill another batch of hostages.

Just when the police were in a very passive position, Chen Ziwen made his move again.

The police were afraid of the hostages dying and dared not take any action, but Chen Ziwen had no such concerns.

As long as he guarantees that Li Xinxin and Amin are safe, he doesn't care about anything else.

So what if he died? Everyone has to die eventually, it's just a few decades earlier. Besides, he wasn't the one who killed him, so he had absolutely no psychological burden.

Compared to the previous search of the teaching building which took twenty minutes, this time Chen Ziwen only took ten minutes to clear out the terrorists from the teaching building.

Chen Ziwen's speed was incredibly fast; he struck in a split second, giving the terrorists no time to react.

Thirty meters is covered in the blink of an eye. In an open space, they might have some time to react, but the environment inside the building is too complex. This speed is practically a bug.

After Joseph ordered Steven to kill the hostages, he informed his men via walkie-talkie that someone had broken in.

But the result was still as expected. Even though they were prepared, they all died inexplicably, without even having a chance to fire a shot.

Chen Ziwen was like a dragon returning to the sea; after cleaning the teaching building, he spent seven minutes cleaning the dormitory building as well.

However, those seven minutes also allowed Joseph and his men to kill seven or eight hostages in a frenzy. In comparison, Chen Ziwen saved far more people; there were at least a hundred people in the teaching building and dormitory building combined.

"Now that we've cleared out the small fry, it's time to get serious." Chen Ziwen looked towards the conference room not far away.

Besides the large number of terrorists in the auditorium, this meeting room was also crowded.

He knew that once he made his move in the conference room, he would be completely exposed to the terrorists.

However, it doesn't matter. With Chen Ziwen's speed, they don't even have time to aim.

After a slight adjustment, Chen Ziwen held an AK47 in each hand, all of which had been seized from them.

They rushed towards the conference room, and just as they turned the corner, two gunshots rang out. The terrorists guarding the conference room door fell to the ground dead before they could even react.

"too weak."

Chen Ziwen curled his lip. Once he got serious, these terrorists were nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs.

The moment the gunshot rang out, all fifteen terrorists in the conference room were on high alert.

They watched warily as the man with the gun pointed towards the door, realizing that the terrifying guy their boss had mentioned had arrived.

"Everyone get ready, open fire as soon as the door opens," the terrorist leader said sternly.

Based on various pieces of evidence, it can be inferred that this terrifying creature is extremely fast, so the only option is to strike first.

"Yes."

All the terrorists were highly focused. If Chen Ziwen dared to go in at this moment, they were absolutely confident that they could riddle the enemy with bullets.

Even if Chen Ziwen is traveling at 30 meters per second, so what? The bullet travels at hundreds of meters per second the instant it leaves the barrel; he absolutely cannot dodge it.

Just then, an explosion suddenly came from the direction of the door, and with the sound of the explosion, the entire door was reduced to fragments.

The already highly tense terrorists, upon hearing and seeing this scene, instinctively pulled the triggers and began firing wildly at the doorway.