Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 736 Undefended City

The neon lights, like blood, splashed across Gao Dongxu's sharply defined face as he stood before the railing, his hair ruffled by the night wind. He leaned on the railing, coldly surveying the decadent, glittering, and bustling city, the slight upturn of his lips appearing and disappearing in the shifting lights.

A bewitching purple light swept across his high, straight nose, illuminating his deep eyes like obsidian tempered with ice. A dazzling neon labyrinth was reflected deep within his pupils, yet always veiled by a layer of all-knowing, cold mist.

"People die for wealth, birds die for food—" His voice was so soft it was almost swallowed up by the noise of the street and the sirens of police cars, yet it carried a mocking sharpness.

Gao Dongxu wasn't very clear about the details of the story of this group of thieves, but that wasn't important.

Because all you need to do is keep an eye on a few key characters in the story, and once they succeed, you can take them down.

"Police have sealed off the casino—"

"Police are conducting identification..."

"Annie appeared, dressed as a hotel staff member, and blended into the crowd... She ran into trouble and refused to answer any police questions... Her accomplices appeared and distracted the police... She successfully escaped..."

Listening to the real-time reports over the walkie-talkie, Gao Dongxu smiled slightly. Suddenly, a cigar appeared in his hand, followed by a lighter. He bit off the cap of the cigar, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"It seems their theft failed."

"What is Park from Macau doing now?"

"Report: After entering the casino disguised as an elderly man with white hair, Park from Macau has not shown up since."

Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow slightly, and the next moment another report came in, "Chen Sheng and Chewing Gum got into a gunfight with the police in the underground parking lot. Chen Sheng was carrying a travel bag, which looked quite heavy—"

"They successfully got into the car... drove out of the encirclement... Number 3 could no longer follow them..."

Hearing this, Gao Dongxu shook his head and chuckled, "They're all up to no good. If this team doesn't get wiped out, it's only because the screenwriter is keeping them alive... No need to follow them anymore. Those two will either die or get caught."

"receive--"

"Report number 2: Popeye, Peggy, and Andrew have all been arrested. That lock-picking expert, Julie, is an undercover police officer..."

"Hehe, now apart from Annie and the Macau Park who hasn't shown up yet, it's basically a total wipeout." Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow and said jokingly.

At this moment, the sky was already showing a pale white, and the sky had turned bluish-gray. A few wisps of thin clouds were pulled into wisps by the wind and hung on the boundary between dawn and dusk.

"Report from the 3rd: Chen Sheng and Chewing Gum, who fled in their car, were involved in a car accident and have been confirmed dead. All the stolen cash has been recovered by the police..."

"Report number 1: Park from Macau has appeared, carrying a covered bowl... He flagged down a taxi and is already following... The taxi stopped at the subway entrance, and he got out and entered the subway station..."

Gao Dongxu nestled lazily in the soft, comfortable sofa, yawning as he listened to Number 1's continuous reports on Park's whereabouts in Macau over the walkie-talkie... a constant cycle of getting on and off the subway, then returning to rescue his old flame.

"...He came out of the dockside restroom, having removed his human skin mask... He probably realized he was being followed and deliberately raised his voice to make the phone call... Wei Hong, the diamond is truly beautiful, ten million US dollars. Come personally in Busan in three days..."

Upon hearing this, Gao Dongxu frowned slightly, picked up the walkie-talkie, and asked, "Number 1, have you been exposed?"

"He didn't spot me; it must be someone from the police. Although his counter-surveillance skills are very strong, I'm confident he can't detect me. Should we close in now?"

Thinking of No. 1's information, knowing that he wasn't just blindly confident or bragging, but genuinely capable, Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't rush to accept it. He knew the police were following him, yet he deliberately told them the time and place of the transaction. This is clearly a trap."

Since he wants to go fishing, I'll go with him. You'll have to go with him to Busan; we'll be there shortly.

"Yes--"

"Number 2, what's the situation with Annie?"

“Annie has already reunited with the other three who escaped.”

"Number 2, you can work a little harder and continue to track Annie. I believe that after being tricked by Macau Park, the four of them will definitely choose to retaliate, since the Tear of the Sun is in Macau Park's hands."

"Yes--"

After turning off the walkie-talkie, Gao Dongxu got up from the sofa, stretched his arms, and smiled at Wang Jianjun, who was also getting up, saying, "Get ready, let's go to Busan for some fun."

"Yes."

After Wang Jianjun left, Gao Dongxu took a shower and, quite immorally, woke up the sleepy-eyed Aning to practice ancient Indian yoga together.

After finishing his yoga practice, Gao Dongxu held Ah Ning, who was petite and delicate compared to him, in his arms like a doll and took a nap. Around lunchtime, Gao Dongxu told the women about his upcoming trip to Busan, South Korea for a few days.

The women were naturally reluctant to part. Initially, Gao Dongxu did not want to bring the two sisters, Aning and Ruxinruqing, but Aning's question, "You're abroad. What if there's an emergency and you don't have enough people?" changed his mind.

Yes, this is a world of film and television. He himself cannot be sure how many characters and storylines exist in other countries' film and television worlds. Korean films and television dramas have always been known for their large scale and willingness to film anything.

Therefore, we might encounter unexpected situations when we go to South Korea, so we decided to bring Ah Ning and the other two girls with us.

Although Xiaoxue, Su Yan, and Gu Shengnan were reluctant to part, they knew that Gao Dongxu was going to South Korea on official business. Besides, it would only be a separation of three or four days, so the three women didn't dwell on it for long.

However, the original plan to continue sightseeing in the afternoon was canceled, and the three of them took the initiative to stay at the hotel, where they played a farewell mahjong game with Gao Dongxu.

Because the two sisters, Aning and Ruxinruqing, could stay by Gao Dongxu's side, they did not participate and instead devoted their time to Xiaoxue and the other two.

The following morning, the group parted ways at Macau International Airport. Xiaoxue and her two friends returned to Shanghai under the protection of Fugui, Erpang, and Fusheng.

Gao Dongxu, along with the three women, A Ning, and Wang Jianjun, flew to Busan.

Busan Metropolitan City, or Busan for short, is located in the southeastern part of South Korea. It is the largest port and the second largest city in South Korea, and one of the busiest ports in the world.

This is a city gently caressed by the sea breeze.

After leaving the airport, Gao Dongxu and his entourage boarded a car rented by his subordinates who had arrived in Busan earlier, and headed straight for the city.

The sunlight cascaded down like a golden waterfall, enveloping the scenery along the way in a dazzling display of colors.

In the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel, Gao Dongxu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at Haeundae Beach not far away, and a slight twitch appeared on his lips.

I hope they don't touch on the storyline of Haiyuntai, otherwise I'll be really depressed.

To be honest, with his current abilities, he's not worried about encountering any kind of plot, except for disaster movies.

After his subordinates reported on the situation of arriving in Busan, Go Dong-wook accompanied Ah-ning, who was visiting Busan for the first time. The three women, who were deeply in love with each other, headed towards the shopping street.

Nampo-dong is one of Busan's busiest shopping districts, often referred to as Busan's Myeongdong. Centered around Gwangbok-ro, it is surrounded by major department stores, fashion streets, and underground shopping malls.

Here, you'll find a dazzling array of brand stores, unique trendy boutiques, and enticing food stalls, catering to the diverse needs of different consumer groups.

As Gao Dongxu led the three women to sample the fragrant snacks at various food stalls and strolled through one boutique after another, a group of thieves, employing sophisticated theft techniques that were difficult for ordinary people to detect, swept through the entire commercial street amidst the bustling and crowded streets.

Right at the heart of this boiling fire, the four people worked silently like a set of precisely meshed gears.

They are scattered, yet they are a unified whole.

A man in a gray hoodie leaned against a lightbox in a cosmetics store, seemingly engrossed in browsing promotional posters, but his peripheral vision scanned the surging crowd with radar-like precision.

He locked onto his target—a middle-aged woman carrying a designer handbag, engrossed in taking a selfie with her companion. He subtly raised his chin.

The signal was sent.

A young man dressed in a stylish denim jacket, who looked like a student, immediately stepped forward. He seemed to be laughing so hard at his companion's joke that he "accidentally" bumped into the woman.

"Oh dear! Mianneyo! (I'm so sorry!)" He smiled brightly, his tone sincere, and casually patted the other woman's arm with both hands, his perfect apology instantly defusing any potential unpleasantness. The woman's attention was completely drawn to this little accident.

In that instant of concealment, the third person moved. He had been casually strolling behind, a copy of the Chosun Ilbo tucked in his hand. The newspaper hung naturally, perfectly obscuring the bottom of the target's bag.

Behind the newspaper, another hand, like a venomous snake with its own life, silently reached out. A sharp blade, gleaming coldly, was held between the fingertips, slicing a tiny, precise gash across the bottom of the thick leather bag—a technique as skillful as surgery. He didn't even look down.

Almost simultaneously, the fourth member, a young, sexy, and beautiful woman who appeared to be picking out hair clips at a nearby stall, deftly reached out and hooked a bulging wallet through the tear, as if by magic, and it fell into her hand. The whole process took less than two seconds, as fluid as a dance rehearsed a thousand times.

succeed.

The newspaper folded, the razor blade concealed. The young man who had hit the person smiled, bowed goodbye, and blended into the crowd. The "observer" in the distance left the lightbox. The woman slipped her purse into her pocket, picked up her sunglasses, and smiled at the sunlight.

Without exchanging glances or hesitating for a moment, the four of them, like drops of water flowing into the ocean, instantly disappeared into the never-ending crowds of Nampo-dong, searching for new targets.

The crowd surged forward, and the brief but precise crime left no trace, as if it had never happened.

(End of this chapter)