Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 86 Yuan Qingnan's Prison Break

Afterwards, Song Zhaowen exchanged a few polite words with Han Bin and Thirteen Sister.

Just as the Hung Hing members stood still, several luxury cars slowly came to a stop on the other side.

The car door opened, and the first person to step out was a young woman dressed in a Chanel suit, exuding elegance and competence. She was Huang Lei, the heiress of the Huangtian Group.

"Mr. Song, congratulations." Her cooperation with Song Zhaowen went very smoothly. Wenji's expansion speed far exceeded expectations, making Huangtian Group very wealthy.

With money, everything is easy to talk about; any previous unpleasantness has long since vanished.

"Miss Huang, your presence is an honor to our humble abode." Song Zhaowen shook her hand gently.

"By the way, Mr. Song is having a charity event soon. I need a companion. Are you interested in joining me?" Huang Lei offered.

Charity galas are the best platform for the city's tycoons to get to know each other and make connections, but not just anyone can participate. It's by invitation only, and those who aren't prominent figures in the city can't even get an invitation. Even though Song Zhaowen has made some money recently and gained some status in the underworld, he's still an insignificant nobody in the eyes of the city's tycoons.

Huang Lei's invitation was undoubtedly meant to lead Song Zhaowen into a higher-level circle.

It seems like she sees him more than just a business partner.

Song Zhaowen naturally wouldn't refuse such a great opportunity to expand his network: "It's my honor to be invited by Miss Huang. I will definitely be there on time."

Huang Lei nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, then I'll have someone send you the invitation and details later." Her gaze swept over the Hung Hing members present, her brows furrowing slightly!

How could a privileged young woman like her associate with a bunch of thugs? After offering her congratulations, she considered her mission accomplished, got into her car, and left in a hurry, truly coming and going in a flash.

"Wow, Wen, that's incredible! Even the heiress of the Huangtian Group is taking a liking to you." Dafei leaned in, clicking his tongue in amazement. "A charity gala? That's real high society; we roughnecks can't even get close to it. You're trying to have connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles!"

Song Zhaowen smiled but didn't say much. He knew Huang Lei was different from other women; she was a realist who knew exactly what she wanted. Even though she seemed amiable on the surface, Song Zhaowen could still sense the pride in her bones. The fact that she was willing to set aside her pride and befriend him meant that, besides Wenji Beef Balls letting her prove her judgment to her father and a group of senior executives in the group, she must also be interested in his second-phase product and wanted to get involved to see if she could gain some benefits.

Immediately afterwards, a series of steady footsteps approached. Master Fu, in high spirits, strode in, surrounded by several bodyguards.

"Master Fu!" Song Zhaowen quickly stepped forward and respectfully helped him up.

"Ah Wen, good, you're very good!" Master Fu's voice boomed as he patted Song Zhaowen's arm. "Zhengxing hasn't seen a tough guy like you in a long time, someone who can both fight and make money. Double Flower Red Pole, well-deserved!"

"Hey, why didn't Uncle Guang and Li Tianyi come with you, Master Fu?" Everyone knew that since the incident of forcing him to drink, the two of them had a very bad relationship with Song Zhaowen, but he still asked on purpose.

Grandpa Fu's smile faded slightly, then returned to normal. He waved his hand, his tone tinged with disdain: "Those two old fools? Don't bother with them. They're just stuck in their little corner of Kwun Tong, their vision is so narrow! Seeing you young upstarts achieve success and make big money, they get envious and gossip behind my back. This morning when I left, they even pretended to be unwell and couldn't come. Humph, good riddance! It'll save me from getting upset and spoiling your fun, Ah Wen!"

"Master Fu, you flatter me. Uncle Guang and Brother Tianyi are veterans of the triad, and they may have some misunderstandings about me. I will ask them for advice when I have the chance."

Grandpa Fu patted the back of his hand and said with satisfaction, "Awen, you're sensible! Unlike those two guys, who are narrow-minded."

Uncle Xiang also stepped forward and said, "Uncle Fu, Ah Wen is a lucky man for Zhengxing. I think he is qualified to inherit your will in the future."

When these words reached Song Zhaowen's ears, he could easily tell that the two of them were working together to paint a rosy picture for him.

Just as Song Zhaowen was about to exchange a few polite words, Xiao Zhuoxiao walked up to him with a serious expression and whispered a few words in his ear, causing Song Zhaowen's face to darken instantly.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"What's wrong, Ah Wen?" Chan Ho-nam asked curiously.

Song Zhaowen took a deep breath: "Yuan Qingnan has escaped from prison!"

After his arrest, Yuen Ching-nam was initially detained in West Kowloon, awaiting transfer to Stanley where he would eat potatoes for the rest of his life.

But a major problem arose during the transfer.

Let's go back three hours.

West Kowloon Police Station, Special Detention Area.

Yuan Qingnan was held in solitary confinement in the innermost special cell. This cell was much smaller than the ordinary cells, with thickened concrete walls and even the ventilation openings were only the size of a palm, inlaid with steel bars as thick as a thumb. Apart from a metal bed fixed to the floor and a toilet that was also fixed in place, there was nothing else in the room.

At this moment, he sat on the iron bed, his back ramrod straight, still exuding an arrogance ingrained in his bones even in prison. He had already changed into an orange prison uniform, but even so, it could not conceal his fierce aura.

His hands were handcuffed to his body with heavy steel handcuffs, and his feet were also shackled, connected by a short, thick iron chain, restricting his range of movement.

That wasn't enough. To prevent this dangerous individual from causing massive damage with his bare hands, the police added two special alloy restraints around his waist and upper thighs, virtually restricting his upper and lower body mobility to the bare minimum.

"Splash!"

The observation window on the iron gate was opened, a pair of sharp eyes swept inside, and then closed again. Outside the gate stood fully armed, vigilant prison guards and detectives from the Major Crimes Unit.

"Time's up." Chow Sing-sing of the Flying Tigers glanced at his watch. Behind him stood seven or eight elite team members, each armed with a shotgun or MP5 submachine gun, ready for action. There were also four veteran prison guards from Stanley Prison, responsible for receiving and escorting the team.

"Zhou Sir, is this guy really that dangerous? Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?" A young prison guard couldn't help but ask in a low voice, looking at the layers of restraint equipment and thinking it was a bit exaggerated.

Zhou Xingxing glared at him and lowered his voice: "Dangerous? Let me tell you, three months ago..." Perhaps thinking of his unpleasant past, Zhou Xingxing couldn't finish his sentence: "Oh well, in short, this guy is an extremely dangerous individual. There can't be any mistakes during the escort! Everyone, be on your guard."

"Yes, Sir!"

The heavy iron door was slowly pulled open by an electric device, emitting a screeching sound. Four prison guards entered first, two of them armed and on guard, while the other two stepped forward to carefully check all the restraints on Yuan Qingnan's body. After confirming that everything was in order, they put a specially made electronic collar around his neck.

"What is this?" Yuan Qingnan finally asked.