Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 195 Pantomime

They were all wealthy and influential figures in Hong Kong.

Many people who own factories, shops, companies, and banks know each other.

Once you get to know them, it feels like a small party.

People started whispering.

"Are you really that unlucky?"

"Aren't you one too?"

"I'm worse off than you. Look where I'm squatting; I'm closest to that dead man."

"You're unlucky, I'm in a terrible situation. I just lost three million at the casino."

"What's three million? I lost ten million."

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The sounds became increasingly mixed and louder.

The bandit leader's face darkened.

He strode over, snatched a long gun from a bandit in red, and fired several shots directly at the top of his head.

This is a kidnapping, not a game!

The hostages then realized what was happening.

His face turned pale.

I dared not speak again.

The gang leader snorted coldly and strode onto the stage.

He stood beside Captain William's body, not even glancing at it, and pulled a list from his suit pocket.

The list was folded neatly, clearly prepared with care.

He stood in front of the microphone with one hand in his pocket.

He smiled.

The smile remained gentle and polite, but paired with the corpse on the ground and the dark gun barrels around it, it was unsettling no matter how you looked at it.

"ladies and gentlemen."

His voice came from the speakers, clear and loud, echoing throughout the bar.

Let me introduce myself.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below the stage.

"My name is Donald, and my surname is Mai."

"You can call me McDonald."

Below the stage, Chen Yuan squatted in the crowd and looked up at him.

Just one glance.

A very casual glance.

McDonald continued.

He spoke the prepared remarks, each word clear and forceful.

"We're just after money, not murder. As long as you cooperate, everything will be fine."

"We are principled in our work; we only take money and don't harm people."

"But if anyone doesn't cooperate, don't blame us for being impolite."

As he spoke, he waved the list in his hand and made various gestures.

They talked for quite a while.

suddenly.

He realized something was wrong.

Is this speaker... broken?

Why can't I hear my own voice?

He tried to speak.

"Mr. Robinson..."

Still no sound.

He tried again.

Mr. George...

Still no sound.

What's going on?!

He frowned, leaned closer to the microphone, and patted it.

Two clear slapping sounds came from the speakers.

There is sound.

Why can't I hear anything when I speak?

He cleared his throat and tried again.

"ladies and gentlemen..."

No.

Not at all.

He stood frozen on the stage, his mouth still open, completely at a loss for words.

The guests who had been crouching with their heads in their hands below the stage had already noticed something was wrong.

At first, they thought McDonald was preparing something, or waiting for someone to translate.

But no matter how long they waited, all they saw was McDonald's on stage, opening and closing his mouth and talking nonstop, but there was no sound from the speakers.

Someone mustered up the courage to raise their head.

I saw McDonald standing on the stage, his mouth moving, his hands waving, and his expression very focused, but he didn't make a sound.

It's like watching a silent film.

Everyone was filled with doubt.

Is this a practice session?

Do robbers speak this formally now? Do they even need to rehearse beforehand?

Some people were muttering to themselves.

"What is he saying?"

"I don't know, there was no sound."

"Is the microphone broken?"

"Even if it's broken, it shouldn't be completely silent, right? There was sound when I tapped it just now."

"Then why is he talking about it so enthusiastically?"

"Maybe... he didn't know it was broken?"

"This robber is so unprofessional!"

The sound was very soft, but in this quiet environment, it still drifted into McDonald's ears.

McDonald's expression changed.

He tried opening his mouth again.

There was still no sound.

He started to panic.

The red-clad bandits surrounding them also noticed something was wrong.

Why is the BOSS just opening his mouth but not saying anything?

But their rank was too low, so they dared not approach and ask questions rashly.

McDonald is a man of unpredictable temper.

One of his men asked an extra question, and he shot him dead.

Who would dare to go up there and risk getting into trouble?

Everyone pretended not to see, keeping their heads down, but their eyes were secretly glancing upwards.

Beside the stage, Jimmy, the second-in-command of the gang, stared at McDonald on stage, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Jimmy has always had a dream: to become number one.

But with McDonald around, he can only be number two.

Now, it seems like an opportunity has arrived?

He slightly curled the corners of his mouth up, then quickly suppressed it.

He stepped forward and strode onto the stage.

McDonald's.

He stood in front of McDonald, his brow furrowed, looking concerned.

"What are you doing? Acting?"

McDonald opened his mouth.

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Jimmy only saw McDonald's mouth moving, but there was no sound.

"What are you doing?"

McDonald opened his mouth again.

Still no sound.

Jimmy's brow furrowed even more, as if he were pondering some serious problem.

"Say something."

McDonald opened his mouth again.

Still no sound.

Jimmy:

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The two stood on the stage, one opening his mouth wide and the other frowning furrowing his brow, creating an extremely bizarre scene.

The guests below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment.

What's going on?

Internal transfer?

Or was it some kind of special code used by the robbers?

McDonald's is getting anxious.

He ran off the stage and searched around the bar, finally finding paper and pen in a bag.

I quickly typed a line of text.

"I don't know why I can't speak."

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Jimmy took the paper, looked at the line of text, and gave McDonald a suspicious look.

Then I looked at the words on the paper again.

Then I looked at McDonald's.

A barely perceptible hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly suppressed his joy, straightened his expression, and became serious.

"Then I'll speak."

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McDonald's:

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Well, that's the only way.

He handed the list to Jimmy.

Damn it, what on earth happened?!

Jimmy took the list and walked to the microphone.

He cleared his throat.

"ladies and gentlemen."

His voice came through the speakers, clear and loud, even better than McDonald's had been.

"Due to some unforeseen circumstances, I will now announce the rules of the game."

He paused, then put one hand into his pocket, mimicking McDonald's gesture.

"My name is Mi, my last name is Ji, you can call me Jimmy."

Chen Yuan looked up again from below the stage.

Just one glance.

A very casual glance.

Jimmy held up the list, ready to read out the names.

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

Then he discovered...

I seem to have lost the ability to speak.

He tried to open his mouth.

"Mr. Robinson..."

No sound.

He tried opening his mouth again.

"Mr. George..."

There was still no sound.

He raised his voice, almost shouting.

There was still no sound.