Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

Abandoned car repair shop in Yuen Long, New Territories.

The rain outside had completely stopped, but inside the auto repair shop, a crazy "rain of money" was falling.

"Splash—"

With the sound of a zipper being roughly ripped open, a whole ton of old HK$1,000 notes, packed in dozens of red, white and blue woven bags, cascaded down like a waterfall onto the oil-stained and dusty concrete floor.

The mountains of banknotes exuded the unique smell of aged paper and ink. Under the illumination of several high-powered searchlights, this sea of ​​money shimmered with a dazzling light that could even drive one mad.

"Hahaha! We're rich! Brother Qiang! We're really rich!!"

The fox pounced into the pile of money like a madman, grabbing two handfuls of banknotes and frantically tossing them into the air. The thousand-yuan bills falling from the sky hit his face, making him tremble with excitement.

Hong Jibiao, who was standing to the side, had lost his usual arrogance. He knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he clutched stacks of banknotes to his chest, muttering repeatedly, "I could never spend all of this in my lifetime... a billion... a real billion..."

As the key contributor to this shocking case, Dai Fuqiang was now spreading his arms wide, allowing Hong Jipeng to carefully help him remove the C4 bomb vest that looked like the Grim Reaper.

"drop--"

As Hong Jipeng pressed the final release command and cut the red main control line, the vest that was powerful enough to raze the entire Li family mansion to the ground finally lost power completely.

"call……"

The moment he took off his vest, Dai Fuqiang felt completely exhausted and collapsed onto the old wooden chair. Only then did he realize that his shirt underneath was completely soaked with cold sweat, so much so that it could be wrung out.

Wearing a bomb vest, surrounded by more than a dozen armed bodyguards, he confronted Li Chengjia face-to-face and spent the night with him.

The extreme thrill of dancing on the edge of a knife and twirling on a nuclear bomb sent his adrenaline soaring to its peak. And now, everything has settled down.

He won.

"Brother Qiang, you're awesome." Hong Jipeng pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, looked at Dai Fuqiang, and sincerely gave him a thumbs up. "You single-handedly stormed into Deep Water Bay to demand money and managed to escape unscathed. From today onwards, in both the underworld and legitimate society of Hong Kong, your name 'Big Rich Man' is truly legendary."

"Godhood my ass, all I want is money."

Dai Fuqiang took a few deep breaths, grabbed a bottle of Black Label whiskey from the table, bit off the cap, and gulped down half of it. The strong liquor burned like fire in his stomach as it went down his throat, finally bringing his soul back to its place.

He stood up, walked to the mountain of money, and kicked the banknotes on the ground.

"One billion and sixty-eight million. Old Li even emptied his coffin savings to save his son's life." Dai Fuqiang grinned maliciously, his eyes filled with the arrogance of a victor.

Just as these four hungry wolves were immersed in the extreme euphoria of suddenly becoming rich.

"Ring ring—ring ring—"

The black mobile phone placed on the metal bucket in the corner suddenly rang.

The shrill ringing was like a bucket of cold water poured into a boiling oil pan. Fox and Hong Jibiao instantly stopped picking up the money, and Hong Jipeng instinctively reached for the bomb remote control at his waist.

Only Dai Fuqiang, with a playful smirk on his lips, strode over and answered the phone.

"Hey, director."

On the other end of the phone, it was still that mechanical voice, processed with a voice changer and devoid of any emotion.

"Congratulations, big tycoons, that was fantastic. Well done, you've proven your worth to me."

"I have to thank the director for writing such a good script." Dai Fuqiang exhaled a breath of alcohol, his tone still carrying a hint of politeness, but the awe he had before taking action was gone.

Having money in your pocket naturally gives you more confidence.

"Now that we have the money, let's settle the accounts." Dai Fuqiang looked at the banknotes scattered on the ground and cut straight to the point. "According to the previous agreement, the 1 billion will be split equally among the three parties. Each party will receive 330 million."

"But..." Dai Fuqiang deliberately dragged out his words, his tone tinged with a hint of probing, "Besides the ten billion for the main meal, I also managed to get an extra sixty-eight million at the Li family yesterday. What do you think of this 'tea money,' Director?"

This was a test, and also a manifestation of inflated greed. Dai Fuqiang wanted to see just how big the appetite of this mysterious person hiding behind the scenes was.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, that familiar, contemptuous, and confident sneer came from the mobile phone.

"Millionaire, you can simply give up on this pointless probing," the mechanical voice said calmly. "I, the 'director,' always act fairly and impartially."

"Of the agreed-upon 1 billion, I'll only take my 330 million. As for the extra 68 million you extorted, consider it your improvisation, I won't take a penny. That 68 million is the fruit of your labor, and together with the remaining 670 million, the four of you can divide it among yourselves behind closed doors."

These words stunned not only Fox and Hong Jibiao, but also Dai Fuqiang and Hong Jipeng.

Sixty-eight million! And they just handed it over without even blinking?!

That's what vision looks like! That's what being rich and powerful looks like!

Dai Fuqiang took a deep breath, his initial arrogance and resentment instantly suppressed by the other party's domineering aura. He finally understood that he and this mastermind were simply players on different levels.

"Director, you're so generous! So open-minded!" Dai Fuqiang laughed loudly, praising the other person.

"No need to rush to flatter him." The "director" on the phone changed the subject and brought up the second issue.

"Although the money is in your hands, you should be aware that this 1 billion yuan in cash is too much of a target. Although Li Chengjia dared not call the police, the serial numbers of these banknotes have probably already been secretly registered by him and major banks."

"With so much 'dirty money' in your hands, you'll find it hard to move an inch in Hong Kong. One wrong move and you could be double-crossed, or the Li family could take you and your money away. So, as we agreed before, I'll provide you with after-sales service."

A mechanical voice echoed through the empty auto repair shop: "Give me the money to launder. I have absolutely secure offshore accounts and underground money transfer networks in Switzerland, the Cayman Islands, and Southeast Asia. I guarantee that within a month, this money will be converted into clean, legally transferable foreign currency."

"Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Even close brothers should keep clear accounts; the handling fee is 35%."

Money laundering with a 35% commission is considered extremely fair, even a favorable price, in the underworld. Many underground banks that launder large sums of money directly take 50% or even 60%.

Hong Jipeng pushed up his glasses, looked at Dai Fuqiang, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

From a technical expert's perspective, this is indeed the safest approach. With legal money, they could buy a small island abroad and live comfortably for the rest of their lives.

but……

"I appreciate the director's kindness."

Dai Fuqiang pondered for a moment, then suddenly sneered and refused decisively.

"Oh? You think it's too expensive?" The person on the other end of the phone seemed a little surprised.

"It's not that it's too expensive. It's that it's unnecessary."

Dai Fuqiang stepped on a stack of thousand-yuan bills, his eyes revealing the desperate air of a suicidal man.

"Director, have you forgotten? Yesterday at the Li family's house, I wasn't even wearing a hood. Li Chengjia, his son, and his whole family of bodyguards all saw my face clearly."

"Even if I laundered money, I'm still Hong Kong's most wanted criminal. My name, Dai Fuqiang, will soon be on Interpol's red notice list!"

Even if you help me launder the money and successfully deposit it into a Swiss bank, it's still dirty money to me!

Looking at the rain and mist outside, Dai Fuqiang laughed arrogantly, "To others, this money is a hot potato. But to me, a tycoon, dirty money is good money!"

"I'll take this cash and buy weapons in the Golden Triangle, splurge at casinos in Macau, and book out entire venues in Thailand. In the underworld, cash is king! I don't go to that damn high society; I'm not laundering this money!"

These words, spoken with extreme arrogance, are also filled with the cruel logic of reality. What use is clean money to a ruthless bandit destined to live a life of exile in the shadows?

"Hot, what about you?" The mechanical voice didn't press Dai Fuqiang, but instead asked Hong Jipeng.

Hong Jipeng touched his nose and smiled憨厚ly.

"Director, Qiang is right. We're all living on the edge." Although Hong Jipeng didn't show his face in the heist, he was an extremely suspicious person at heart. "Besides... entrusting hundreds of millions of dollars in cash to a god we've never even met. I'm a little uneasy about it. What if you accidentally 'disappear' one day, Director? Where would we poor folks go to cry? So, it's safer to keep the money with us."

Declined.

Both of them refused.

One reason is that they don't need it, and the other is that they don't dare to trust it.

The "director" on the other end of the phone was not angry at the two people's rejection; instead, he let out a low laugh.

"Very good, cautious, and realistic. Since none of you need money laundering services, just pretend I never made this suggestion."

The mechanical voice became more relaxed, as if it were truly just a heart-to-heart talk with a few old friends.

"Great deal! This billion-dollar transaction went very smoothly. I'm very satisfied with your professionalism. Hong Kong is a huge market, and perhaps we'll have the opportunity to work together again in the future."

"May your military prowess be great."

Hearing the other party's politeness, Dai Fuqiang smiled and replied, "Thank you for your kind words, Director. So, how are you going to receive your share of 330 million in cash? Should I have Fox drive a truck to deliver it to the designated location?"

The cash, amounting to 330 million yuan and weighing over 300 kilograms, was something Dai Fuqiang assumed the other party would specify a remote dock or abandoned warehouse for the handover.

however.

On the phone, however, came the "director's" extremely bizarre and chilling reply.

"No need for that."

"I'll take my own money."

"Look behind you."

Click.

The phone hangs up.

Upon hearing the words "Look behind you," Dai Fuqiang and Hong Jipeng felt their scalps tingle instantly, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads!

The two men turned around abruptly, and Fox and Hong Jibiao immediately raised their AK-47s, pointing the muzzles at the dilapidated roller shutter door of the repair shop in terror.

"Splash—"

Without any warning, and without the sound of any car engines, the rusty roller shutter door of the repair shop was suddenly yanked open from the outside.

In the rain and fog outside.

Twelve ghost-like figures appeared silently in their sight.

They were all dressed in identical black combat uniforms, without any badges. Each person wore a black Kevlar tactical helmet and a tactical visor with night vision goggles, completely obscuring their faces.

In their hands, they were all carrying German-made MP5 submachine guns equipped with silencers and red dot sights.

What made Dai Fuqiang and the others feel most desperate was that the moment the roller shutter door was opened, at least four deliberately exposed red dots were locked onto the four of them between the eyebrows and their hearts.

silence.

A deathly silence.

These twelve men were like killing machines that had crawled out of hell; they made no sound, not even the slightest rise and fall of their breath. They spread out in tactical formation, blocking all escape routes for the repair shop.

Compared to them, Dai Fuqiang and his gang of thugs wielding AKs were like child soldiers with sticks.

"Don't...don't move! Nobody move!"

Dai Fuqiang's hand gripping the gun was sweating profusely. He had no doubt that if he dared to even slightly pull the trigger, the enemy's concentrated firepower would turn all four of them into a pile of mangled flesh in a fraction of a second.

The fox was so frightened that its legs went weak, and the gun in its hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

This is the power of a "director"!

This is just the tip of the iceberg of the terrorist organization hiding behind the scenes!

Amidst extreme fear and confrontation, four people emerged from among the twelve black phantoms.

They ignored Dai Fuqiang and the others, who were stiff with shock, and went straight to the mountain of banknotes.

The four men moved with remarkable skill and efficiency, taking out several military-grade waterproof bags and beginning to fill them with money.

One bag, two bags, three bags...

They didn't need to count them; they simply relied on extremely accurate visual estimation and weight calculation to quickly fill several large bags.

The entire process lasted no more than three minutes, and no one spoke.

After filling the bags with money, the four men carried them back into formation.

Then, just as they had appeared, this twelve-man ghost unit, guns in hand, covered each other and silently withdrew from the repair shop, disappearing into the vast rain and fog outside.

"Splash—"

The roller shutter was pulled down again.

Inside the repair shop, darkness and deathly silence returned.

"Huff... huff..."

Hong Jipeng's hand holding the detonator went limp, and he released it, panting heavily. His back was completely soaked. Although he was confident he could detonate it before the enemy fired, they had just received a huge sum of money and didn't want to die here for no reason.

"Brother Qiang... those people just now..." Hong Jibiao's face was pale, and he could barely speak.

Dai Fuqiang remained silent.

He looked at the massive mountain of money on the ground, clearly missing a piece but still enormous. He knew that what the other party had taken was precisely the 330 million that belonged to the "director."

Not a penny more, not a penny less.

They didn't steal all the money, nor did they kill them to silence them.

This "rule" of taking only what is rightfully theirs filled Dai Fuqiang with more fear and awe than simply eliminating them all.

"Put the money away, right now."

Dai Fuqiang wiped the cold sweat from his face and gave the order in a hoarse voice.

"After splitting the money, we're done. Never mention this again in Hong Kong, never."

Looking at the pile of banknotes on the ground, Dai Fuqiang felt for the first time that this money was burning his hands.

Because he finally understood what a terrifying beast lurked beneath this seemingly prosperous city. And they were nothing more than a few rabid dogs that this beast occasionally unleashed to bite.