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

Chapter 88 Chassis Bomb, Old Fu Became the Scapegoat

Our focus returns to Tin Shui Wai.

Hearing that Yuan Qingnan had escaped during the prison break.

Song Zhaowen's good mood vanished instantly, and he cursed inwardly that the cops were just good-for-nothings.

Although Song Zhaowen was not afraid of this defeated opponent.

But as the saying goes, it's not the thief who comes to your door that's scary, it's the thief who's eyeing you. Who can guarantee that this madman, Yuan Qingnan, won't turn on his own men?

"Ah Wen, why do you suddenly look so pale?"

Although Master Fu didn't hear what Xiao Zhuoxiao said, judging from Song Zhaowen's expression, he guessed that something tricky had happened.

"Uncle Fu still remembers that Japanese guy, Hara Aoi, who fought with the Flying Tigers three months ago. He was kidnapped by the East City Gang on the way to Stanley. The police suffered heavy casualties."

"He suffered a great loss last time. Given his personality and the stubbornness of the Japanese, it would be strange if he didn't seek revenge. Moreover, the fact that he dared to use rockets to hijack the prison van this time shows that he is completely unscrupulous. He will probably become even more outrageous next."

"What?!" "Holy crap!" "Are you crazy! They're even using heavy weapons?!"

The expressions of the people around him changed drastically, especially Jiang Tiansheng. Yuan Qingnan was a vengeful madman, and everyone present had a grudge against him. If this guy escaped, he would definitely be a major threat.

Fu said in a deep voice, "Ah Wen, should we transfer some men from the gang? Yuan Qingnan is no ordinary gangster; he has the entire Yamaguchi-gumi behind him, and this guy is like a wild beast. We have to be careful."

Song Zhaowen shook his head: "Ordinary people would just be offering themselves up as a death sentence if they faced him. Master Fu, you have no idea how terrifying this guy's skills are."

It must be admitted that Yuan Qingnan's martial arts will and talent are among the best. Ordinary people have no chance of winning against him. If this guy hadn't fought Song Zhaowen head-on, but instead had used guerrilla tactics to target his subordinates, none of the people present would have escaped.

Song Zhaowen turned to Xiao Zhuoxiao and instructed, "Xiao, immediately notify Feiji and Wu Zhaoyong to call back all the brothers from the venues and tighten the defenses, especially at night. Also, transfer a reliable team from the Mad Dog Group to my villa in Kowloon Tong to protect Miss Fang 24 hours a day. She is not allowed to go out without my permission."

"Understood, Brother Wen!" Xiao Zhuoxiao immediately went to do it.

Song Zhaowen then looked at Chen Haonan: "Haonan, be careful in Causeway Bay too. Yuan Qingnan is a madman, he might not be looking for just me."

Chan Ho-nam nodded: "Don't worry, I'll make sure the brothers are alert."

Dafei patted his chest: "Ah Wen, just ask if you need anything, and we can get the guys in Kwun Tong to come over anytime!"

"Thank you, Brother Fei."

Yuan Qingnan's escape from prison dampened everyone's spirits, and with everyone preoccupied with their own thoughts, the ensuing banquet was naturally hastily concluded.

After seeing off the other guests, Song Zhaowen accompanied Master Fu to a silver Mercedes-Benz.

"Ah Wen, this is your new car, damn, it's awesome!"

"Uncle Fu, you can have it if you like it."

"That would be so embarrassing!"

"Starting your old car is more exciting than banging drums and gongs, so consider this new car an early birthday gift from your humble servant."

Looking at the gleaming, sleek silver Mercedes-Benz S600 in front of him, Mr. Fu's face showed a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Ah Wen, this is too valuable! This car must cost over a million, right?" Master Fu touched the smooth car door, admiring it, but still spoke politely. People his age may seem indifferent, but they actually value face the most. Seeing how sensible and capable Song Zhaowen was, he was extremely pleased.

Song Zhaowen smiled and opened the car door: "I'm glad you like it, Master Fu. I owe my success entirely to you giving me opportunities. Come on, give it a try. I specially ordered this car from Germany; it just arrived yesterday."

Xiao Zhuoxiao chimed in from the side, "Yes, Master Fu, Brother Wen picked the best one—bulletproof glass, reinforced chassis, it's very safe!"

Grandpa Fu laughed heartily, stopped refusing, and happily got into the driver's seat. Although the old man was old, he was in good health and preferred the feeling of driving himself.

"Alright, Ah Wen, you're very kind; this old man accepts it." Grandpa Fu patted the steering wheel happily. "With this motorcycle, going to tea or sauna will be so impressive!"

"As long as Master Fu likes it." Song Zhaowen stood outside the car, smiling and waving his hand. "Take care on the road."

"Don't worry! I drive very steadily!" Master Fu skillfully started the engine.

The engine let out a deep, powerful roar, then calmed down.

However, at the very moment the engine started...

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar, far more violent and furious than any previous explosion, suddenly erupted from under the car without warning.

The silver Mercedes-Benz was as if it had been violently overturned and tossed up from below by an invisible giant hand. A blinding orange-red fireball instantly engulfed the entire car body, turning it into a ball of expanding, rolling flames and thick smoke.

The violent shockwave swept outwards like a tsunami, and Song Zhaowen, Xiao Zhuoxiao, Uncle Xiang, and others who were closest to it were hit as if by a heavy hammer and were instantly thrown away! Song Zhaowen's mutated body reacted extremely quickly. In mid-air, he subconsciously protected his head and face, but he was still slammed into the concrete ground several meters away by the shockwave. He rolled several times, his ears were ringing, and he felt nauseous and stuffy in his chest.

Crash! Crack! Pop!

Shattered car parts, glass, and burning debris rained down in all directions! The windows of several nearby cars were shattered, and sirens blared incessantly.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen, are you alright?!" Fei Ji and Wu Zhaoyong rushed out of the factory with their men, and were all stunned by what they saw.

Song Zhaowen staggered to his feet, looking at the hellish scene before him. A wave of scorching heat hit him, and the air was filled with the strong smells of gasoline, gunpowder, and—the pungent odor of burning flesh.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's a chassis bomb!"

Song Zhaowen felt a chill in his heart. If he hadn't impulsively given the car to Lao Fu, he would have been the one to die! Lao Fu could be said to have become his scapegoat.

The only person capable of doing this, and also of completely killing him, is Yuan Qingnan.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

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The heavy Yamaha motorcycle stopped across the road. Yuan Qingnan, dressed in a leather jacket, and Song Zhaowen stared at each other, with Yuan Qingnan raising his left hand and making an international hand gesture.

Then, with a drift and a burst of acceleration, it sped away.

A blatant provocation!

"I'll eat your mother, Yuan Qingnan!!" Wu Zhaoyong's eyes were bloodshot as he turned to chase after him, but Song Zhaowen grabbed him tightly.

"Don't chase!" Song Zhaowen's voice was hoarse, yet carried a cold, chilling calm. He stared in the direction where Yuan Qingnan had disappeared, his eyes like ice, his anger and killing intent forcibly suppressed deep within his heart: "He wants to provoke us, to throw us into chaos. If we chase now, besides inhaling exhaust fumes, we might fall into an ambush."