Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 113 One Against Seven
"What do you want us to do?" Tian Yangsheng's heart was filled with turmoil as he looked at Old Prison and asked.

Old Prison laughed smugly and said, "It's simple. Come back with me to see my brother first. What a bunch of idiots. They sold you out, and you're still counting money for him."

At this point, Old Yu shook his head: "Get in the car with us, and don't think about revenge anymore."

Then, the old prison guard pretended to be unaware and asked, "By the way, where's the money you stole?"

Tian Yangsheng's heart was bleeding: "They're with the corrupt cops!"

"What an idiot," Old Prison chuckled.

Society is simple; it is people who are complex.

This was the shared feeling of the seven sons of Tianyang, who were acting as robbers for the first time.

What pained them even more was that Old Prisoner was arrogant and condescending all the way, ruthlessly trampling on their intelligence.

Driving all the way to Guojun Building, Old Yu, in a good mood, led the Seven Sons of Tianyang to the boxing gym first, then went to report to their boss and told him about the process.

Chen Jiajun nodded, puffed on a cigar, and took the elevator to the boxing gym. As soon as he entered and saw that baby face and the angry expressions in their eyes, he smiled and said, "You came back with my men like this, aren't you afraid I'll take care of a few of you?"

"If you wanted to get rid of us, you would have done it already."

Tian Yangsheng stared at Chen Jiajun and slowly answered, then immediately recognized Chen Jiajun's identity: "I remember now, we met in Central this morning?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "You're not too stupid. Let me ask you a crucial question: Who are the people who have seen your true faces?"

"Apart from that corrupt cop, no one else has ever seen our true faces."

Tian Yangsheng did not reveal Zhang Wenyao's name, because he was determined to get rid of Zhang Wenyao and take back the money when he had the chance, so that he would no longer have to live under someone else's roof.

Chen Jiajun saw through Tian Yangsheng's thoughts at a glance and asked, "Let's put that aside for now. You want to get rid of that corrupt cop?"

Tian Yangsheng turned his head away, not answering Chen Jiajun's question.

Chen Jiajun sneered, "The money is all in their hands. So much time has passed, it's probably been transferred somewhere long ago. Let's learn a lesson. It's normal to lack experience when it's your first time being a robber."

"What do you want from me? Do you want us to do things for you?" Tian Yangsheng didn't answer Chen Jiajun's question, but asked him instead.

"Be my subordinate, follow me," Chen Jiajun stated his purpose.

"On what grounds?" Tian Yangsheng said coldly.

"Just because I saved your lives, and now I have seven lives in my hands, but I value the seven of you. Follow me and you'll live a life of luxury and wealth."

After making threats, Chen Jiajun offered a pie in the sky.

"Beat me, and I'll follow you!"

Tian Yangsheng clenched his fists, wanting to vent his anger and really wanting to punch Chen Jiajun in his arrogant face.

"Let's play with my men first."

After Chen Jiajun finished speaking, Yaqi, Lao Yu, and Dumu strode forward, looking at the Seven Sons of Heaven with ill intent.

"Tian Yangsheng, I advise you not to be ungrateful. The seven of you are no match for me! Of course, if you are not willing to give up, I will let you experience my power."

Old Yu chuckled.

Tian Yangsheng roared and charged straight at Lao Yu.

However, in the next moment, he was shocked to find that the old prison guard in front of him had vanished into thin air, and a voice came from behind him:
"He's right behind you, you idiot!"

Old Yu turned his elbow into a knife and smashed it into Tian Yangsheng's back.

One minute later, all seven of Tianyang's sons were lying on the ground.

Old Prison, cigar in mouth, said, "Not bad, much better than Chen Haonan's bunch of sick cats. They're qualified to be the boss's underlings."

As the leader of the Hell Knights, his strength is on par with that of the Old Evil, the Titan Demon Lord.

He could raise seven sons in a day, but not enough for him to pinch with one hand.

"Things are getting tense lately, so you'll be staying in this building. We'll take care of your food, clothing, and lodging."

Chen Jiajun left with a remark and took Dum and the others away.

With his rising status, he now urgently needs talent to expand his team, whether from Hong Kong or within the system!

The seven sons of Tianyang lay helplessly on the ground, panting heavily.

They never expected that the seven of them couldn't even last two minutes against Old Prison alone, and judging from his appearance, he still had the strength to spare and didn't kill them.

"Brother, what do we do now?" Tian Yangzhi asked, panting heavily.

"Let's stick with him for now. Once we find Zhang Wenyao, we'll settle the score with him! We must avenge this!" Tian Yangsheng clenched his fists.

……

After leaving the boxing gym, Chen Jiajun called Lao Yu aside and took out a packet of cyanide, saying, "Lao Yu, you immediately go and find out where Hong Lepiao is. Hide this packet of medicine in his house. Remember, hide it in his house, not for you to poison him."

"I understand!" Old Prisoner took the cyanide.

That evening, the Hong Kong Royal Police Headquarters deployed two fully armed squads of Flying Tigers members in Tai Po, along with members of the Major Crimes Unit for assistance.

However, after waiting all night, they got nothing but a swarm of mosquitoes to feed.

Moreover, the police heavily guarded the entire Kowloon and New Territories area, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, at the Hong Kong headquarters, Zhang Wenyao waited all night in a conference room with senior Hong Kong police officers. They would occasionally remotely direct the front lines by phone and discuss the case.

It wasn't until the next day, after hearing the feedback from the Flying Tigers and the Major Crimes Unit, that Zhang Wenyao understood that the Seven Sons of Tianyang had probably noticed the strangeness near Tai Po, or that the Seven Sons of Tianyang had left Hong Kong through other channels.

But all in all, this is bad news for him!

Because the Seven Sons of Heaven know his true identity, their survival is like a thorn in his side!
At daybreak, Han Yili, Commissioner of Police of the Royal Hong Kong Police Force, convened a meeting of all senior officers above the rank of superintendent and invited the victim, American Bank, which is Citibank's branch in Hong Kong, to attend.

Commissioner of Police Han Yili, an Englishman, cleared his throat and said, “Let me give you a brief overview of the current situation. Last night we deployed a lot of police officers in Tai Po, but it is clear that the target has not shown up. They are very cunning.”

"We also deployed numerous police officers in the New Territories, but found nothing unusual."

"I'd like to ask first, why were our police forces on Hong Kong Island so insufficient yesterday?"

“Under normal circumstances, if such a major shooting occurred in Central, the robbers would have no chance of escaping.”

Chief Superintendent Hu Zhuoren of the Anti-Triad Unit coughed and said, "Director Han, I need to explain this point. Our Anti-Triad and Major Crimes Units are investigating the death of Chiang Tin-sang, the former leader of the Hung Hing Society. In order to prevent the two gangs from fighting each other, we have deployed a lot of police officers."

Han Yili was somewhat annoyed. He looked at Mr. Bai Daren, the head of the Universal Bank, and said, "Mr. Bai Daren, you, as the victims, should speak first."

"This 100 million US dollars is from our Citibank and is intended to be transported to HSBC for the development of banking business. There are a total of four people on the armored truck: two drivers and two fully armed escorts in the truck."

"The armed escort is dead, and I hope the police can help us clear the two drivers of suspicion."

"In addition, I hope the police can catch the robbers as soon as possible, because the $100 million is all in non-consecutive serial numbers, so we can't track it down."

Bai Daren, as a victim, gave a detailed account.

Han Yili asked about a detail: "Are you sure they're not consecutive numbers?"

“Yes.” Bodaren nodded firmly.

Han Yili frowned even more deeply. He immediately looked at Chief Superintendent Hu Zhuoren of the Anti-Triad Unit and said, "Hu Sir, temporarily suspend the surveillance of the triads. Our focus now is the Central robbery. Your Anti-Triad Unit members are also ready to obey orders from headquarters at any time!"

"YES, SIR!"

Hu Zhuoren and the anti-gangster team members immediately spoke in a firm and powerful voice.

Han Yili added, "From now on, all police officers will have their leave cancelled. That gang of robbers is very likely still in the Kowloon Peninsula to the New Territories area. We must strive to arrest them as soon as possible!"

"YES, SIR!"

All the high-ranking police officers, including superintendents and commissioners, stood up and responded.

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living room.

"A rare guest indeed! Brother Zhong, it's been a long time. I heard you're retiring, congratulations in advance." Chen Jiajun personally poured Chen Guozhong a cup of tea, placed it in front of him, and took out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes.

Chen Jiajun still has a good impression of Chen Guozhong. This senior inspector of the anti-triad unit is not bound by rigid rules and knows how to make choices.

"No need for congratulations. The doctor said my condition is already very serious, and I only have a few months left at most."

Chen Guozhong took the cigarette and smiled frankly.

Chen Jiajun was slightly taken aback. After sitting down, he said, "What did the doctor say? Should I send you abroad for treatment?"

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. I went to Mary Hospital."

Lighting a cigarette, Chen Guozhong said with a wry smile, "Ah Jun, I know you still have a kind heart, which is why I haven't arrested you all this time."

"Have good intentions?"

Chen Jiajun, puffing on his cigar, chuckled and said, "Brother Zhong, thank you for thinking so highly of me."

(End of this chapter)