Hong Kong variety show: I'm actually the villain Kwan Cho!

"Alright, that's enough for the sentimental moment!" Guan Zu's voice rang out.

Upon hearing Guan Zu's voice, the two who were hugging quickly separated, wiped the tears from their faces, and gave an awkward smile.

Su Jianqiu looked at Guan Zu: "Aunt, thank you!"

Guan Zu waved his hand and said with a smile, "Su sir, just don't blame me for threatening you!"

"Now that your personal matters are settled, let's talk business. Inspector Su, where is the body of Eight-Faced Buddha's son?"

"His body is unclaimed and should be in the police station's morgue now," Su Jianqiu replied without hesitation.

"Ahem, ahem!" Zhang Ziwei coughed awkwardly. "Well, I've already had the body stolen."

"What? You..."

"Su sir, don't worry about these details." Guan Zu quickly interrupted Su Jianqiu, otherwise the two brothers would continue to argue.

Su Jianqiu pursed his lips and remained silent, then Guan Zu continued to ask, "Brother Wei, what was your original plan?"

Zhang Ziwei took the bottle out of his pocket again, took a sip, and said, "My original plan was to set up Duan Kun, kill the son of the Eight-Faced Buddha, and take over his goods to lure him out."

However, I can't guarantee he'll definitely show up." He then turned to Su Jianqiu, saying, "Hey, I didn't plan to kidnap your wife and kids! That would be out of anger!"

Su Jianqiu finally realized what was going on!

"Are you so sure that the Eight-Faced Buddha didn't know what you did?"

Guan Zu frowned and asked.

"I... I'm not sure, I can only take a gamble!" Zhang Ziwei said helplessly.

Guan Zu recalled the plot developments in his mind. He had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

He then said, "I think we can do this: Inspector Su, you need to release the news as soon as possible, saying that Duan Kun was shot and killed, and the killer is missing. Keep them calm and don't let him act rashly and actually kidnap your wife and children for Duan Kun's sake!"

"No problem!" Su Jianqiu nodded solemnly. He knew that this concerned him, so there was no room for principles!

Guan Zu then turned to Zhang Ziwei and said, "Brother Wei, you know what to do, right?"

"knew!"

"It's settled then. Let me know when you've decided on the time and place for the cremation! We'll be there to capture the Eight-Faced Buddha!"

An abandoned pier in the outskirts of Sai Kung

A gentle sea breeze blew, and the air was filled with the smell of rotting seaweed in the soil.

Zhang Ziwei, dressed in a black suit, stood on the shore, quietly watching the sea in front of him.

On the sea was a piece of driftwood, on which lay the body of the eldest son of the Eight-Faced Buddha, covered with golden silk.

Two Thai monks dressed in robes stood nearby, their hands clasped together, chanting something softly.

Zhang Ziwei turned around and looked at his wife, Myna, standing beside him, as well as her two remaining brothers.

Then he turned his gaze to the distant sea, as if he were anticipating something.

Just as Zhang Ziwei was lost in thought, a car horn sounded. The group turned around and saw a convoy of cars approaching from the hillside not far away.

Zhang Ziwei's eyes sharpened, and he thought to himself, "They're here!" He then followed closely behind the group and walked up the hillside.

There was a muddy path on the hillside, and several cars were parked on it.

The group quickly stepped forward, walked to a black minivan, and clasped their hands together, saying, "Dad!"

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the iconic afro of the Eight-Faced Buddha. He adjusted his tinted sunglasses and said, "Start the engine!"

A man in black beside him immediately made a gesture to the monk next to the corpse.

Upon seeing the signal, the monk picked up a torch that had been prepared beforehand and lit the dry grass beneath the corpse. Flames leaped up, and in an instant, the entire piece of driftwood was engulfed in flames!

Seeing the flames shooting into the sky, Zhang Ziwei unconsciously clenched his fists tightly under his sleeves.

Just then, the roar of a helicopter came from the sky, and a beam of light shone down from the helicopter, shining directly on the group.

In an instant, the area where they were located was illuminated, and everyone's expression froze at that moment!

"Listen up, everyone! Stay where you are! Those in the vehicles, please get off. You are surrounded. Don't resist!"

The sound came from the loudspeaker on the helicopter. Looking around, seven or eight police speedboats were coming from the sea, shining searchlights on the area. Lights kept flashing in the bushes around them, like the eyes of a pack of wolves.

The people of the Eight-Faced Buddha are no pushovers; they are all ruthless criminals who live on the edge, so how could they possibly surrender obediently?

A gunshot rang out, signaling the start of the battle. Immediately following was the rapid-fire of submachine guns, and the entire scene descended into chaos.

The van carrying the Eight-Faced Buddha started moving, preparing to escape. Just as the van window was halfway up, Zhang Ziwei, who was standing right next to the window...

Draw your gun and fire! Two shots were fired at the Eight-Faced Buddha, and the two bullets instantly pierced through the Buddha's face.

"Zhang Ziwei! What are you doing?" The second son of the Eight-Faced Buddha shouted at Zhang Ziwei, raised his gun, and fired a shot at Zhang Ziwei. At that critical moment, Zhang Ziwei felt himself being tackled to the ground. Looking closely, he saw it was Mina.

Just as he shot and killed Myna's father, Myna still bravely used her own body to shield Zhang Ziwei from the bullet fired from her brother's gun!

Songwang was stunned for a moment when he saw that he had shot his own sister.

"Zhang Ziwei, you fucking deserve to die!" He raised his gun to fire, but when he was halfway through raising it, he was hit by a bullet that came from the woods next to him.

The force of the bullet knocked him down, and he never got up again.

The Flying Tigers enter the field.

More than twenty fully armed Flying Tigers members appeared from all directions, and the situation instantly turned one-sided.

These drug dealers are alright when they're prepared, but they were caught off guard this time. They ran into Hong Kong's most elite Special Duties Unit (SDU), and now they're left with nothing but regret in Hong Kong!

The M4 machine guns in the hands of the Flying Tigers were like the scythe of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of drug dealers on the scene.

Everyone standing at the scene was hit by bullets coming from all directions and fell to the ground one after another.

Only Zhang Ziwei sat on the ground, holding Myna tightly in his arms.

Shaking her head, her lips trembled, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Tears streamed down her face as if they were free.

A hand stained with blood slowly rose and gently touched Zhang Ziwei's face.

Zhang Ziwei grabbed her hand and pressed it hard against his face. "No, no!"

"Honey, I'm sorry, I love you!"

After saying that, Myna tilted her head and fell into Zhang Ziwei's arms.

Mina's "I'm sorry" before she died may have been because of her father, or perhaps because of her, that she forced Zhang Ziwei to stay for five years!

Myna's "I love you" before she died was proof that she truly loved you!

"No!" Zhang Ziwei, holding Mina's head, roared to the sky.

In an instant, memories of Myna flashed through Zhang Ziwei's mind like a slideshow:

"The girl who rescued him from the crocodile pit five years ago!"

For a full six months, that girl took meticulous care of him without ever taking off her clothes!

That girl who was determined to marry him, despite all obstacles and her father's objections!

For five years, in that hellish place, the girl was there to keep him company and give him a ray of light.

For the past five years, every time he was in danger, that girl was always the first to bravely shield him, protecting him and holding him back!

The memories gradually faded, and this time was no exception. It was still that girl who, without hesitation, stood in front of him at the first moment.

But this time...

She paid for it with her life!

When Su Jianqiu and Ma Haotian, fully armed, appeared at the scene.

Amidst the pile of corpses, Zhang Ziwei, sitting on the ground, was tightly embracing Myna, lowering his head and pressing his face against Myna's forehead.

His eyes were lifeless, and he remained motionless!

Su Jianqiu and Ma Haotian both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Zhang Ziwei was alright.

Ma Haotian stepped forward and reached out to pat Zhang Ziwei, but before he could finish, a hand grabbed his.

I looked up.

It was Su Jianqiu, who shook her head at him.

Neither of them spoke.

He simply looked around at the scene.

Suddenly, Su Jianqiu seemed to have discovered something.

"Hey, where's the Eight-Faced Buddha?"