Hong Kong variety show: My Boss, Thirteen Sister

"Mr. Jiang!"

"The leader, follow them." Jiang Lai stood by the window, watching the direction the two had gone, and instructed Scorpion behind him.

"If they can leave, let them leave. If anything unexpected happens, bring them back to me alive."

"Yes!" the scorpion nodded in response.

Everyone has their own choices. Little Ma chose to take back what belonged to him, and Jiang Lai wouldn't force him to.

All he could do was try his best to save their lives.

After hearing Jiang Lai's instructions, Scorpion gathered a group of men and secretly followed Little Ma and Song Zihao.

the other side.

After the two left Jiang Lai's place.

Song Zihao found a phone booth and made a call.

"Uncle Yao, I need to talk to Cheng." The person who answered the phone was Mr. Yao, a veteran of the Flying Tigers Gang. Song Zihao immediately requested to speak directly with Tan Cheng.

"Brother Hao, you're joking like that. Let's talk this over!" Tan Cheng took the phone from Mr. Yao's hand, his usual arrogance gone, and spoke softly, putting aside his usual haughtiness.

"Bring two million US dollars to the temple tonight at ten o'clock and exchange it for the tapes with me." Song Zihao had already seen through Tan Cheng's character, so he stopped wasting words with him and directly stated his conditions: "Then prepare a boat for me to go out to sea."

"Is it really that simple?" Tan Cheng asked, somewhat skeptical, after hearing Song Zihao's conditions.

"If you want cash, bring it yourself!" Song Zihao said and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Tan Cheng gripped it tightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, his gaze filled with hostility.

"Hey, what did Ah Hao say?" Mr. Yao asked Tan Cheng nervously.

Tan Cheng turned his head away, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes: "He said he'd come to have dinner with you tonight."

"Huh? Okay, okay!" Mr. Yao was taken aback at first, but then immediately agreed.

If Ah Hao is willing to come and have dinner with him, this matter will be simple.

Tan Cheng ignored the excited Mr. Yao, and instead gave him a strange look, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

Tan Cheng turned and left, leaving Mr. Yao in a state of excitement.

"Tell the brothers to grab their weapons and lie in ambush near the temple," Tan Cheng instructed his men as he walked out of the villa.

"Understood!" the younger brother replied.

After giving instructions to his underlings, Tan Cheng led his men directly to the bank and withdrew two million US dollars.

"Boss, are we really going to give them two million?" Tan Cheng's henchman asked with some doubt.

Tan Cheng's expression was indifferent, but a slight smile played on his lips: "Give it to me, why wouldn't I?"

He can take out two million and get it back.

Although I was puzzled, I dared not ask any further questions.

"Two minutes ago, Boss Cheng withdrew two million US dollars from the bank." The police received the news two minutes after Tan Cheng withdrew the money.

"Cancel all leave and be ready to act at any time!" Chief Mo of the police station gave the order directly.

"Director Mo, please let me participate in the operation!" Song Zijie pleaded, his arm in bandages.

"The doctor won't let you leave the hospital, so what are you doing out here?" Director Mo scolded, ignoring Song Zijie's request.

"I'm fine, just a minor injury," Song Zijie explained.

"I'll give you a few days off, go back and rest," Director Mo said directly.

"My older brother is a thief, not me!" Director Mo's attitude caused Song Zijie to break down emotionally in an instant, and he shouted loudly.

"I'm a police officer too, why won't you let me go?"

"Precisely because you are a police officer, you should be even less likely to go."

“I’m the one in the police station who knows this case best, why won’t you let me participate?”

The two engaged in a heated argument in the police station office.

Director Mo was unwilling to let Song Zijie participate in this operation because of his identity.

But Song Zijie really wanted to prove himself.

"Would you handcuff him yourself?" The argument grew more heated, and Officer Mo asked loudly.

Song Zijie hesitated for a moment, then immediately said, "I will handcuff him myself."

"I can!"

To convince himself, Song Zijie repeated it, though a hint of uncertainty flashed in his eyes.

Seeing Song Zijie's agitation, Officer Mo pressed down on his shoulder: "Zijie, let's be realistic!"

After saying that, Officer Mo left the office.

Ultimately, they refused Song Zijie's request.

Song Zijie sat in his office, his eyes glazed over, his blank face filled with resentment and indignation.

"How is it?" Song Zihao returned to Xiao Ma's side, and Xiao Ma asked in a low voice.

“I’ve already told him to personally bring two million to the temple at 10 p.m.,” Song Zihao replied to Little Ma.

“Okay, after we take care of him tonight, we’ll take the money and leave Hong Kong.” A cold glint flashed in Little Ma’s eyes as he spoke in a chilling tone.

Night is falling!

Tan Cheng led his men to Mr. Yao's villa.

"Ah Cheng, where's Ah Hao? The food's all cold!" Mr. Yao asked with displeasure as he saw Tan Cheng enter.

Tan Cheng didn't speak, his gaze sharp as a knife, a cold glint flashing as he pulled out his pistol.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Under Mr. Yao's astonished and terrified gaze, Tan Cheng fired three shots at him.

"Well!!!"

Mr. Yao screamed and slid off the chair, lifeless.

"You know what to say, right?" one of the henchmen threatened the servants in the villa.

After killing Mr. Yao, Tan Cheng wiped the fingerprints off the gun.

The maid standing to the side was trembling with fear. Hearing her younger brother's words, she nodded timidly.

Chapter 128 Kidnapping

The grand temple under the cover of night carries an air of mystery and awe.

The temple is a single-entrance hall with three bays. The main hall enshrines the statue of the Goddess Tianhou. On the vermilion floor in the middle, there is an incense burner, with a bronze candle holder on each side. There is a bronze bell in the right side hall.

The moonlight, like water, and the candlelight, like radiance, illuminated the solemnity of the statue, filling people with piety and awe.

Inside the temple, Brother Ma lit a cigarette, leaned against the statue without saying a word, and stared at the statue with calm and serene eyes.

Song Zihao glanced towards the doorway to see if Tan Cheng's men had arrived.

Seeing that there was no movement, he turned to look at Little Ma and asked inexplicably, "Do you believe in God?"

Little Ma exhaled a puff of smoke!

He seemed completely at ease in his own backyard, showing no sign of panic, and calmly said, "Believe, I am God!"

Smoke drifted from his lips and nose, and specks of the idol's radiance shone on his cheeks.

He paused slightly, then said, "Gods are also human; those who can control their own destiny are gods."

“Sometimes, you can’t control it even if you want to.” Unlike Little Ma’s tone, Song Zihao said with a sense of helplessness.

Upon hearing Song Zihao's words, Brother Ma took a deep breath.

A glint of light flashed in his cold, aloof eyes, and he said calmly, "Gambling also has winners and losers."

In the darkness, in the dim light of the temple, the cigarette butt on his fingertips flickered with a scarlet glow.

Just as the two were lost in thought.

The wind chimes in the temple rang out, making a tinkling sound.

Little Ma and Song Zihao's expressions tightened, and they stared intently at the temple entrance.

Tan Cheng, dressed in a white trench coat, led several men in black and carried an exquisite leather suitcase as he strode toward the inner hall.

"Don't move!" Song Zihao threatened, holding a submachine gun to Tan Cheng's temple as Tan Cheng stepped into the hall.

Tan Cheng's eyes narrowed as he looked at Song Zihao, but he did not make any move.

With a gun in one hand and the other hand removing the weapon from Tan Cheng's body, Song Zihao asked, "Where's the money?"

Tan Cheng slowly raised the suitcase to his chest and asked, "Where's the tape?"

Song Zihao snatched the suitcase from Tan Cheng's hand and tossed it to Little Ma: "I'll give it to you when we get to the dock!"

Little Ma took the suitcase, weighed it in his hand, then placed it on the table, preparing to open it.

"Don't open it yet, there's a bomb inside. Do you think I'm going to listen to you?" Tan Cheng threatened.

Little Ma paused, his body stiffened, and his hand on the suitcase felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"You're scared of this? How are you going to play with me then?" Tan Cheng continued teasingly.

Blood from the corner of Little Ma's eye soaked the gauze, his face wore a resolute expression, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

"Snapped!"

Under Tan Cheng's mocking gaze, Brother Ma resolutely opened his leather shoes.

Seeing the suitcase full of US dollars, Little Ma breathed a sigh of relief and quickly closed the suitcase.

"Fuck your mother." Realizing he had been tricked, Little Ma was furious and turned around to punch Tan Cheng in the face.

"Don't move!" Seeing Tan Cheng being beaten, his henchmen prepared to take action, but Song Zihao shouted at them and pressed the muzzle of his gun firmly against Tan Cheng's head.

Tan Cheng turned around and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.