Hong Kong Film: Starting Undercover from the Five Tigers!

well.

Hearing his subordinate's words, Liu Haowen's smile deepened.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Haowen's face revealed a strong murderous intent.

Since that's the case, then there's nothing to worry about.

Liu Haowen muttered coldly.

After saying that, a cold glint flashed in Liu Haowen's eyes, and he said coldly:

You can have the chairman's seat.

...

Around 6 p.m.

Liu Haowen walked out of the company's main entrance with a detached smile on his face.

Hey Wang, do you guys know the phone number of that new kid?

Yes, Chairman!

Then call him.

Okay, Chairman.

The two security guards nodded, then took out their phones and contacted Liu Haowen.

...

Liu Haowen has left the company.

Instead of taking a taxi, he walked to the bus stop, then took a bus to the house Liu Haowen rented.

He lives very close to his company, so he takes the bus from the bus stop near the company every night, which is something he does often.

Soon, he arrived at his destination.

As soon as Liu Haowen got off the bus, he saw two girls waiting on the platform.

They were all around twenty years old, dressed in black and white checkered shirts and jeans, looking very fashionable.

Upon seeing Liu Haowen, the two girls immediately ran over, then enthusiastically took his arm and sweetly called out:

Brother Liu!

The two girls were Li Jiaying and Liu Shihhan.

Chapter 1138: Mocking!

Dusk, like melting caramel, slowly crept over the bus stop, the orange-red sunset casting long shadows on the metal waiting benches. Liu Haowen unbuttoned the top button of his suit jacket, switched his briefcase to his left hand, and the moment his leather shoes touched the gray tiles, two fragrant figures came into his view. The scent of citrus and roses mingled in the evening breeze, and he instinctively held his breath—Li Jiaying's white plaid shirt collar still had specks of flour from her baking class, and a few stray hairs clung to her slightly sweaty forehead; Liu Shihan's jeans pocket revealed a half-exposed strawberry hair tie, the little accessory he had casually left behind when fixing her hair clip last week, now swaying gently with her cheerful steps.

“The company is requiring us to work overtime temporarily.” Liu Haowen took a half step back, his lower back pressed against the cold metal railing, the chill seeping into his skin through the fabric of his suit. A memory from three months ago suddenly flashed back: in the darkness of the old apartment building during a power outage, Liu Shihhan held up a flashlight, the flickering light dancing on Li Jiaying's eyelashes like two restless little flames. Now, those two flames burned even brighter; Liu Shihhan's bright red nails almost dug into the lines of his cuffs, while Li Jiaying's warm fingertips had already hooked his tie, the bow loosening in her palm into an ambiguous arc. When she looked up, there were still traces of unwashed cream on her collarbone, gleaming like pearls in the twilight.

"Be careful not to tear it." Before Liu Haowen could finish speaking, Liu Shihhan suddenly pushed aside her companion, and a scent of rose perfume mixed with citrus wafted towards him. The silver bell on her wrist jingled softly with her movement, and Liu Haowen then noticed her new manicure—a matte cherry red with two tiny rhinestones crookedly embedded in it, exactly like the hearts on cookie wrappers. As she deliberately leaned closer, Liu Haowen glimpsed a band-aid behind her ear, and through the peeling edges, he could vaguely see tiny scratches—whether from a pet or from their argument, he couldn't tell.

The distant hum of a bus reached Liu Haowen's tense shoulders, and just as he was about to relax, two hands suddenly wrapped around his wrists like vines. Li Jiaying's sweet voice, cool with the scent of mint, asked, "Who are you going to see?" Her fingertips unconsciously traced the strap of his watch, where a smudge of ketchup from their last dinner was still stuck. Liu Shihhan's nails left subtle marks on his skin, and the streetlights cast their long, distorted shadows, weaving a fine net on the ground. The wind ruffled the strawberry hair tie at the end of Liu Shihhan's hair, and Liu Haowen suddenly remembered that these two girls, who always looked at him with innocent eyes, had already trapped him in a gentle cage on countless nights when they offered him umbrellas and meals. Suddenly, the green light on the platform's electronic screen flickered, the countdown to the last bus flashing glaringly, as if mocking his inescapable predicament.

The green light on the platform's electronic screen abruptly went out in the final ten seconds of the countdown. The sudden darkness caused Li Jiaying to let out a short gasp and instinctively press her entire body against the screen. Liu Shihhan's nails dug deeply into Liu Haowen's hand, the force so strong he suspected blood would be drawn at any moment. In the distance, the vibrations of a bus driving over a speed bump could be heard, but just before reaching the platform, it suddenly changed direction and disappeared around the street corner.

"Brother Liu, are you leaving us?" Liu Shihan's voice was trembling with tears, but Liu Haowen clearly saw a glint of excitement in her eyes. Li Jiaying took out her phone from her pocket, the cold white light of the screen illuminating her flushed cheeks. "We called a car, let's go back to the apartment together. I baked the new madeleine cake I learned to make." As she spoke, she turned the phone screen towards Liu Haowen; the ride-hailing app clearly showed three seats available.

Just as Liu Haowen hesitated, a black sedan slowly pulled up beside the platform. The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face—it was Xiao Zhou, the company's new intern.

Chapter 1139 How Will We Survive!

Seeing the scene before him, Xiao Zhou's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure: "Brother Liu, can I give you a ride?"

Li Jiaying and Liu Shihhan turned their heads almost simultaneously, their eyes gleaming like predatory beasts in the darkness. Liu Haowen seized the opportunity, forcefully breaking free from their grasp and striding towards the car. Behind him came Liu Shihhan's shrill scream: "Liu Haowen! You'll regret this!" The moment the car door closed, he heard Li Jiaying's tearful voice: "Why won't you accept our kindness…?"

After the car started moving, Xiao Zhou glanced at Liu Haowen through the rearview mirror, hesitating to speak. Liu Haowen rubbed his wrist, which had been gripped red, and smiled wryly, "Don't ask, it hurts." Outside the car window, the two figures remained standing on the platform, like two statues, until the car turned the next intersection and completely disappeared into the night.

Back at his apartment, Liu Haowen found his mailbox overflowing with small items: dried roses, cream-smeared cupcakes, and a scribbled note that read, "How can we live without you..." His hand trembled slightly as he held the note, suddenly realizing he seemed to be caught in a problem far more troublesome than work.

Late at night, Liu Haowen was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door. Through the peephole, he saw Li Jiaying and Liu Shihhan standing outside. Li Jiaying was crouching on the floor, hugging her knees and sobbing, while Liu Shihhan stared intently into the room, her eyes filled with obsession and madness…

The peephole's circular view was stained crimson. Liu Shihhan's pale fingers slowly traced the security door, dark red liquid seeping from under her nails, winding into twisted patterns on the cold metal surface. The hallway's motion-activated lights suddenly went out, and the rustling of fabric against fabric echoed in the darkness. Li Jiaying's sobs abruptly ceased. Moonlight streamed through the small window of the fire escape, illuminating her upturned lips—a smile as stiff as a frozen wax figure. The instant the silver key was inserted into the lock, Liu Haowen heard his own heart pounding so hard it hurt his eardrums.

As he backed away, his leather shoes crushed a glass on the coffee table, the sharp shattering sound colliding with the click of the door lock. In a panic, Liu Haowen grabbed his phone; the instant the screen lit up, his pupils contracted sharply—a glaring red cross stood out next to the signal bars. The bathroom drain groaned, like someone dragging heavy chains through the darkness, while the living room curtains moved erratically without wind, moonlight filtering through the sheer fabric and illuminating a dense array of photos outside the window: silhouettes of people jogging in the morning, side profiles of people working overtime, even blurry outlines of people changing clothes in their apartments. Each photo had a glaring red cross boldly drawn in the center, the lines repeatedly thickened until the paper seemed almost pierced.

"What are you hiding from, Brother Liu?" Liu Shihan's voice, laced with sticky panting, slipped through the crack in the security door. The metallic scraping sound suddenly intensified, the lock began to vibrate violently, and tiny wood shavings seeped from the seam between the door frame and the wall. Liu Haowen tore off his tie and wrapped it around his scratched wrist, the bloodstains on the silk fabric quickly spreading. His gaze swept over the kitchen knife rack, the sharp blades gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Just then, a muffled "bang" sounded, and the first crack appeared on the surface of the security door, dark red liquid seeping from the spiderweb-like pattern. His memory suddenly flashed back to a rainy night three months ago, when Liu Shihan held up a flashlight to illuminate the electrical box. The beam swept across a metal box deep inside, and he clearly saw more than a dozen medicine bottles neatly stacked inside, labeled "Liu Haowen," with English labels such as "Sleeping Pills" and "Antidepressants" printed on the bottles.

Chapter 1140: The Chase!

Liu Wenhao sensed something was wrong with the two women and quickly shook them off.

However, this also allowed the current leader of Tung Sing to find his whereabouts!

three days later.

The rain poured down as Liu Wenhao ran frantically through the narrow alleyways, rainwater mingling with sweat blurring his vision. Behind him, the shouts of Dongxing members rose and fell, a relentless, death knell. He gripped the dagger at his waist, his heart filled with regret and resentment. The glory of once being one of Dongxing's Five Tigers had now become a deadly blade.

"Liu Wenhao, you traitor, today is your death day!" A familiar roar came from behind; it was Ah Hu, Dongxing's newly recruited henchman. Liu Wenhao knew that his departure from the gang had thoroughly enraged his boss, and now the entire Dongxing gang was hunting him down, with Ah Hu at the forefront of the hunt.

Turning a corner, Liu Wenhao knocked over a roadside trash can, attempting to use it to slow down his pursuers. But this was merely a temporary measure; Ah Hu and the others quickly overcame the obstacle and continued their relentless pursuit. The rain intensified, and the streets were almost deserted. Liu Wenhao felt despair; he had nowhere to run, and every familiar place could potentially harbor Dongxing's spies.

Suddenly, he noticed a dilapidated minivan parked at the alley entrance, its door ajar. Without thinking, Liu Wenhao rushed over, pulled open the door, and jumped inside. The interior reeked of gasoline, and the key was still in the steering wheel. He started the engine, slammed on the gas, and the minivan shot off like an arrow.

However, before he could even catch his breath, several motorcycles appeared in his rearview mirror; Dongxing's men were catching up. The motorcyclists wielded iron bars and machetes, their eyes gleaming with ferocity. Liu Wenhao gripped the steering wheel tightly, swerving and accelerating wildly on the slippery streets, trying to shake off his pursuers.

A motorcycle approached, and the rider swung an iron bar at the car window. With a loud bang, the window cracked. Liu Wenhao swerved the steering wheel, forcing the motorcycle to the side of the road. The rider lost his balance and fell to the ground, but the pursuers quickly closed in.

At an intersection, the red light was on, but Liu Wenhao showed no sign of slowing down. He ran the red light, narrowly avoiding oncoming vehicles, the screech of brakes and honking of horns echoing around him. The Dongxing gang also ran the red light, completely disregarding traffic rules, their sole aim being to kill Liu Wenhao.

The van entered a remote mountain road, where conditions worsened. The muddy road made driving difficult, but Liu Wenhao dared not stop. He knew that stopping meant certain death. The motorcycle behind him gradually pulled away, but Liu Wenhao remained vigilant; he had to find a safe place to hide as soon as possible.

The mountain road wound its way through the area. Relying on his memory of the region, Liu Wenhao drove towards an abandoned factory. The factory gate was rusty, and weeds grew rampant around it, clearly indicating that no one had been there for a long time. He drove the car into the factory, quickly found a corner to hide in, and then cautiously observed his surroundings.

Not long after, the sounds of pursuers returned. Liu Wenhao held his breath, hiding behind a pile of dilapidated machinery. He heard Dongxing members searching the factory, their footsteps and shouts echoing through the empty workshop. Suddenly, a familiar voice pierced the air: "Wenhao, stop hiding! Do you think you can escape here?"

It was Chen Tianba, the current leader. Liu Wenhao's heart skipped a beat, memories flooding back. Six months ago, he proposed transforming Dongxing's business from underground casinos and loan sharking to legitimate trade, but this was met with strong opposition from Chen Tianba. Chen Tianba, obsessed with making money through violence, believed that Liu Wenhao's idea was cutting off Dongxing's source of income, leading to a heated argument between the two.

Afterwards, Chen Tianba secretly colluded with other forces to undermine Liu Wenhao's power and falsely accused him of embezzling gang assets. To protect himself, Liu Wenhao had no choice but to withdraw, but Chen Tianba refused to let him go, vowing to eliminate this man who had once threatened his position.

"Chen Tianba, we've been brothers for a while, why must you be so ruthless?" Liu Wenhao stepped out from behind the machine, forcing himself to remain calm.

Chen Tianba sneered, toying with a sharp dagger in his hand: "Brother? Ever since you tried to take my cake, we're no longer brothers! Today, you must pay the price for your stupidity!" Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the thugs behind him pounced on him like hungry wolves.

Liu Wenhao gripped his dagger tightly, a resolute glint in his eyes. He knew this battle was a fight to the death!

Chapter 1141 War Begins!

The rain stung his skin like countless silver needles, and Liu Wenhao's wound on his left arm began to bleed again. He gritted his teeth and turned a sharp corner in the narrow alley. His soaked shirt clung to his back, indistinguishable between rain and cold sweat.

"Fuck you!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, his right hand still resting on the military knife at his waist. This knife had been with him for seven years, and the black duct tape wrapped around the hilt had been worn smooth and shiny.

The roar of motorcycles behind him grew closer. Liu Wenhao suddenly slammed on the brakes, turned around, and kicked over a pile of gas cylinders on the roadside. The metal cylinders rolled on the slippery ground, colliding with the first motorcycle rushing towards them.

boom--

The explosion made his eardrums ache, and a wave of heat, mixed with rain, hit his face. Liu Wenhao didn't turn around to check the results; he knew this kind of petty trick wouldn't last long. Dongxing had sent out their elite troops this time, especially the newly appointed Ah Hu, who was said to have fought in underground boxing in Myanmar and whose attacks were always deadly.

As he turned the third intersection, Liu Wenhao's vision was blurred by the rain, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes. He wiped his face and suddenly saw the silver minivan at the alley entrance—the door was ajar, and the key was still in the ignition.

Heaven hasn't forsaken me. He grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth.

Liu Wenhao lunged into the driver's seat, the engine revving like a rumbling ox. In the rearview mirror, three motorcycles had already broken through the wall of fire; the one leading them, wearing a red helmet, was Ah Hu. The other man raised a machete, its blade gleaming coldly in the rain.

"Come on, you bastards!" Liu Wenhao slammed on the gas, and the van shot forward like a wounded beast. Rain cascaded down the windshield, forcing him to lean forward to see the road.

boom!

The passenger-side window suddenly shattered, shards of glass splattering all over his face. Liu Wenhao instinctively turned his head and saw Ah Hu's motorcycle almost parallel to the car door, the other man about to strike again with an iron bar.

"Fuck you!" He swerved the steering wheel sharply to the left. With a screech of metal clashing, the motorcycle was shoved into a fire hydrant on the side of the road. Ah Hu jumped off at the last moment, but the rider behind him wasn't so lucky; he and his motorcycle crashed into a stone pillar, tumbling twice in the air before landing.

The red light at the intersection was blindingly bright. Liu Wenhao glanced at the cross traffic and saw that it had begun to move, but he made no attempt to slow down. A fully loaded container truck blared its horn as it whizzed past him, and as his rearview mirror was torn off, he heard an even more devastating crash behind him—at least two pursuing vehicles hadn't managed to avoid it.

One left. Liu Wenhao licked his dry, cracked lips. In the rearview mirror, the last motorcycle clung to him like a persistent leech. The rider took off his helmet; it was Scarface Qiang, Chen Tianba's henchman, notorious for his ruthlessness.

The mountain road grew narrower and narrower, and the van's undercarriage scraped against protruding rocks. Liu Wenhao's right hand stealthily reached under the seat—where a shotgun with its barrel sawed off was hidden, his last resort.

The loud crash as the abandoned factory's iron gate was smashed open startled a flock of crows. Liu Wenhao slammed the car into a weed-covered clearing, grabbed his shotgun, and rolled out of the driver's seat. He moved quickly, but Scarface was faster; the cold barrel of the gun was already pressed against the back of Liu Wenhao's neck.

"Run? Why aren't you running anymore?" Scarface pressed the gun barrel against his neck. "Brother Ba wants to see you one last time."

Liu Wenhao's temples throbbed. He smelled the heavy stench of smoke and blood on the other person, and felt a sharp pain from his own wounds. But what alarmed him even more was the approaching footsteps—at least twenty people were coming.

Wenhao, it's been a long time.

Chen Tianba emerged from the shadows, his gleaming leather shoes splashing through the puddles. He wore a custom-made suit, his left hand holding two jade walnuts, while his right hand carried a butterfly knife, its tip still dripping blood. Liu Wenhao noticed the skull ring on his ring finger—the token of the East Star leader.

You even personally came to catch me? Liu Wenhao forced a smile. Should I feel honored?

Chen Tianba's knife suddenly pressed against his throat: "I should have cut out your tongue half a year ago when you suggested doing legitimate business." The cold metal slid down his neck, prying open his blood-soaked collar. Alas, Liu Wenhao, the leader of the Five Tigers of Dongxing, is now like a stray dog.

Liu Wenhao's pupils suddenly contracted. He saw the red light flashing on the walkie-talkie clipped to Scarface Qiang's waist—meaning more people were on their way. Time was running out.

"You think getting rid of me will keep those casinos and drug dens running forever?" He deliberately raised his voice, while subtly releasing the safety on his shotgun. "The cops have been watching you for a while, Chen Tianba. Without my intervention, Tung Sing will collapse within three months!"

Chen Tianba's expression finally cracked. In that instant of distraction, Liu Wenhao suddenly leaned back, his head slamming heavily into Scarface Qiang's nose. The shotgun spat fire, and the three closest thugs fell to the ground.

In the chaos, Liu Wenhao rolled behind a rusty punch press. Bullets struck the metal machine tool, sparks flying. He pulled out a military dagger and bit it in his mouth, then took out a miniature remote control from his inner pocket—an unexpected find he had discovered in the van, which contained half a ton of high explosives.

With his last chance, he spat out the blood and foam in his mouth, pressed the remote control button, and said, "Either we die together, or you let me go."

A deafening explosion echoed in the distance, shaking the entire factory area. Chen Tianba's expression finally changed; he raised his hand to stop his men: "Are you fucking crazy? That car is..."

"This is what you were planning to use to blow up the station." Liu Wenhao grinned. "Now, want to bet whether this thing in my hand is a detonator?"

The shockwave from the explosion shattered the glass into a silvery rain. Liu Wenhao huddled behind the punch press, feeling the scorching air rushing over his head. He counted to three, then suddenly sprang up, his military dagger slicing across the throat of the first thug who charged at him.

The seventh. He counted silently in his mind, rolled to dodge two bullets, and the shotgun roared again. The recoil caused his wound to burst open, but this shot blasted open the chain of the warehouse side door.

Chen Tianba's roar was particularly jarring amidst the aftershocks of the explosion: "I want to see him alive or dead!"

The moment Liu Wenhao burst into the warehouse, he realized he'd fallen into a trap—it was filled with oil drums, clearly a snare. He slammed on the brakes and turned around, only to see Scarface Qiang and five other men blocking the doorway, all of them pointing their guns at him.

The remote control is fake. Scarface grinned, revealing his gold-plated front teeth. "We moved that car last night."

Sweat mixed with blood slid into his eyes. Liu Wenhao rubbed his thumb against the raised edge of the remote control, then suddenly laughed: "Then guess what I'm pressing right now?"

He pressed the button. The fire sprinkler system on the warehouse roof suddenly activated, and high-pressure water jets poured down. Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's vision was blurred, Liu Wenhao slammed into the nearest pile of oil drums. He tore off a rusty chain, which coiled around Scarface Qiang's neck like a venomous snake.

With a sharp click, Liu Wenhao had already snatched the man's pistol. Five bullets, five men down on the ground. He panted heavily and looked out of the warehouse; Chen Tianba's figure had already disappeared into the rain.

Brother Wenhao... Scarface knelt on the ground, his fingers digging into the iron chain around his neck, begging for...forgive me...

Liu Wenhao tightened the chains and whispered in the dying man's ear: Tell me the armory password, and I'll give you a quick death.

After getting the number he wanted, he knocked the other man unconscious with a chop to the neck. Suddenly, the sound of an engine came from the east side of the factory, and Liu Wenhao's pupils shrank—it was the sound of an armored vehicle. Chen Tianba had actually used the gang's trump card.

With his ammunition nearly exhausted, he tore off a piece of his shirt to bandage his wounds, his gaze sweeping over the electrical distribution box in the corner of the warehouse. A crazy plan took shape in his mind.

As the armored vehicle crashed through the wall, Liu Wenhao was standing in front of the electrical distribution box. He raised his shotgun at Chen Tianba, who rushed in, and the latter grinned maliciously behind the bulletproof glass.

Goodbye, brother. Liu Wenhao pulled the trigger—the last bullet shattered the high-voltage transformer.

The entire factory was plunged into darkness instantly, followed by a blinding blue arc of electricity. The armored vehicle became the perfect conductor, and the current spread along the rainwater. Amidst screams, Liu Wenhao had already climbed up to the rooftop through the ventilation ducts.

The rain intensified. He staggered towards the edge of the rooftop, only to find the area below crowded with Dongxing's men. Chen Tianba was already standing on the opposite rooftop, the red dot of his sniper rifle aimed directly at Liu Wenhao's heart.

"You've forgotten," Chen Tianba's voice came through the rain, "I was the one who taught you how to use a gun back then."

The instant the gunshot rang out, Liu Wenhao leaped towards the nearby billboard. The excruciating pain of the bullet grazing his ribs almost made him let go, but his survival instinct made him cling tightly to the metal frame. Suddenly, a screeching sound of brakes came from below, and a black sedan without license plates crashed through the crowd.

Jump! A man wearing a baseball cap leaned out of the car window.

The moment Liu Wenhao let go, the sniper rifle fired again. He slammed heavily onto the car roof, hearing the muffled thud of a bullet piercing metal. The car drifted into the alley, and Liu Wenhao clung desperately to the roof rack.

As they rounded the third bend, the man in the baseball cap suddenly threw out several smoke bombs. Through the thick smoke, Liu Wenhao felt someone grab him by the collar and tumble into the sewer entrance.

Don't breathe too hard. The stranger takes off his baseball cap, revealing his burned left cheek. There's a tracking agent in the smoke.

Liu Wenhao's vision began to blur. In his last moments of consciousness, he saw the other person take out a bronze token from his pocket—a token of the Hong'an Gang that had disappeared for ten years.

Liu Wenhao was suddenly awakened by the pungent smell of disinfectant.

He instinctively reached for the military dagger at his waist, only to find that the weapon had already been taken away. Before him was a simple basement, with yellowed maps and circuit diagrams pasted on the walls, and a dim desk lamp casting flickering shadows on the wooden table.