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The two exchanged a glance, clearly tempted. Ding Haokun chuckled inwardly, maintaining his arrogant persona, and continued to entice, "What have you gained by following that leader?"

Being a bandit means being chased by the cops, living a life of hardship, often going hungry, and possibly getting shot in the head while you're sleeping. If you're injured and crippled, will your leader give you a settlement allowance and let you go home?

I doubt it. He'll just ruthlessly abandon you, let the cops arrest you, and send you to prison. You'll be crippled, unable to resist, and in prison you'll become someone else's toys, dying a humiliating death!

But your leader, he might be living a life of luxury, surrounded by beautiful women, and eventually burn out his kidneys and die in his manor.

What kind of bullshit ideals are these? The most important thing is to have money in your own pocket. As long as you do as I say, cooperate with those you can and kill those you can't, you'll soon be worth hundreds of millions.

After you leave here, go get plastic surgery somewhere, and who will even recognize you? You'll have at least a hundred million in your accounts by then. You'll be billionaires in any country, with endless delicious food and countless women to sleep with, right?

"Damn it, I'm done. I've been following the leader for over a year, and apart from three gunshot wounds, I'm constantly being chased like a dog, and I haven't gotten any benefits at all. I'm done. I'm going to be a tycoon, and I'm going to have an endless number of women to play with."

"Dom, do you want to work for me?" As he spoke, the muzzle of the gun was subtly pointed at the man; if he didn't agree, he would shoot.

Another guy named Dom nodded, "I'll do it too. Let's go find the boss. If he doesn't agree, we'll kill him first, and then we'll try to persuade the others."

I refuse to believe they wouldn't be tempted by billions or even tens of billions; that's a hundred or two hundred million pounds!

"Alright, let's go!" He approached Ding Haokun from behind, gun in hand. "You go first, come with us to see the boss. Don't try anything funny, or I'll shoot you!"

Ding Haokun shrugged and smiled, "You should be most at ease with me. There are more than a dozen coal mines in my family waiting for me to inherit. Why would I rebel? After you leave, I will still be a superior person."

"If I hadn't been so bored at home, I wouldn't have even come to Hong Kong. This tiny place has so little to do!"

The two men exchanged a glance, their guard lowering slightly, and led him into the teaching building. Upon arriving at the principal's office, they found a foreigner sitting in the principal's seat, while two middle-aged men huddled in a corner, trembling. These were presumably the principal and the head of student affairs.

"You, repeat what you just said to the boss, quickly!"

"Wait, those two are outsiders. If they hear what I say, and they're not dead, how am I supposed to live in Hong Kong after this? If you ask me, I'll kill them first!" Ding Haokun pointed at the two men.

The man sitting in the principal's seat revealed a dangerous smile. "Want them to die? Go ahead!" He slammed a military dagger on the table, looking on with an air of detached amusement.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ding Haokun walked to the table, picked up the dagger, and shook his neck, as if possessed by Ah Ji, saying, "I love stabbing myself in the neck; the feeling of blood spurting out is so exhilarating!"

He staggered up to the two men, and just as they were about to beg for mercy, the dagger was plunged into the principal's neck. He pulled it out abruptly, the serrated edge of the dagger tearing through flesh and blood, causing the discipline master to scream in terror!

"So noisy!" With a grumble, the dagger plunged into his neck, and blood spurted out again.

"Now that things are finally quiet, I can talk about my plans."

Three minutes later, the leader stared dangerously at Ding Haokun and his two accomplices. "You want to listen to his plan and betray the leader's will?"

"Boss, you're a smart guy. We're following the leader, not for independence or ideals. But we're broke. We might as well listen to him, make a fortune, find a place to live a life of luxury, wouldn't that be great!"

"Fine, since you want to betray the leader, then you can die!"

The two men were on guard and were about to fire when they heard this, but the leader was faster and threw two throwing knives, killing them both instantly.

The throwing knife shot out of his brain and embedded itself in the wall, disappearing all the way down to the hilt, demonstrating its immense power!

"Kid, you're smart, but smart people don't always live long. If you join us and have your father provide the funds, you can live, and I might even take you to see the leader. Otherwise, you die right now!"

Ding Haokun shook his head helplessly. "You're fucking crazy. I'm starting to suspect you're a superhuman, and that you've been brainwashed by your leader. Or maybe your leader is also a superhuman whose ability is to control others."

If this were at Tokyo University, I would believe you were acting out of ideals and beliefs, but in other countries, don't be ridiculous. My plans have been ruined by you, so I have no choice but to take action!

The two men moved at the same time. The leader quickly drew his gun, while Ding Haokun leaped like a tiger over a ravine! The other man had just drawn his gun and hadn't even had time to aim when Ding Haokun was already there, punching his wrist.

As he expected, the leader was indeed a superhuman, with bulging muscles, wrists twice as thick as before, and increased speed.

Another hand came at him, and he pulled back the hand holding the gun to dodge the punch, but the gun was still knocked away.

His full-force punch was caught by Ding Haokun's elbow. With a "thud," the two were pushed back at the same time, creating a distance of about three meters between them.

"Are you a superpowered person too?"

"Heh, in Dongda University you're called an 'Outcast,' but you're wrong. I'm not an Outcast, I practice ancient martial arts. For a country like China where most history is fabricated, you wouldn't understand what cultural depth is. Come on!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two started moving again. The leader was over two meters tall and looked like Nima Toguro, his whole body covered in muscles, even his head had muscles growing out of it.

Ding Haokun was surrounded by blue mist, his skin turned bluish-black, and he lost a lot of weight, but his muscles were as tough as cast iron, all of them stretched out!

With a punch of full power, Ding Haokun sent the leader flying. Before he even landed, a large crater appeared in the ground beneath his feet, and he had already given chase.

The leader's superpower is muscle enhancement, which greatly increases his strength and defense. However, after his physique becomes larger, speed becomes his weakness, and his reaction time cannot keep up.

A figure appeared to his side. Before he could even turn his head, three heavy punches landed on his kidneys, liver, and heart.

With a loud bang, he flew out sideways, smashing the heavy desk, sliding back more than a meter before crashing into the wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood!

"How is that possible!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"Heh heh, you barbarians, you scoundrels who sell their heads for profit, there are plenty of things you haven't seen before!" A large amount of black mist appeared on Ding Haokun's body, and two real dragon tattoos flew out from his arms, tightly binding the foreign devil, and the dragon mouth bit his shoulder!

The intense pain, coupled with the unknown fear, made the foreigner's eyes widen in terror. Before he could even cry out, a large, dark blue hand covered his mouth.

A powerful pressure appeared, and from his unseen perspective, the phantom of the Taotie appeared, devouring him completely, leaving not even a trace!

Feeling the energy within his body, Ding Haokun nodded in satisfaction. The taste of the alien was truly sweet and delicious!

I couldn't help but wipe my mouth, push open the door and walk out, a smile still on my lips. I really didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain this time!

Half an hour later, he had conned seven or eight people, promising that after receiving the money, they would split it 20/80, with him getting 20% ​​and the others 80%. He would arrange a boat to take them away, and as for those who couldn't be conned, they were all already dead.

With them leading the way, more people chose to ask for money, and the terrorists in the school all turned against them.

Inside the school's basketball court, hundreds of students and teachers had gathered. Ding Haokun slowly walked over, raised his hands, and said, "Everyone, quiet down. I've already talked to these terrorists. They don't need to hold you hostage anymore. John Bull has released you!"

Upon hearing the news, the students cheered. This was wonderful; they no longer had to worry about being killed.

Ding Haokun gestured with his hand, "Although we don't need to release them, they want money. For wealthy families, it's HK$100 million, and for less wealthy families, the amount decreases accordingly. Transfer the money to the designated account, and they will release them once they receive the money."

"As the person negotiating with them, I, Long Aotian, will be the first to pay—one hundred million Hong Kong dollars. I hope everyone will cooperate, otherwise I can't stop them from killing!"

"Why should I? My father is a consul at the embassy. I have no money, I can't give it to him! If you dare kill me, the cops outside won't let you get away with it!"

Those terrorists had heard Ding Haokun say that such a person existed. With a bang, they shot him in the knee, blood spurting out, causing him to fall to the ground, screaming in agony.

"Listen to me, all of you! We are the Church of All Things, not Christianity. If you don't pay, I'll send you to meet God."

Seeing the man's miserable state on the ground, everyone quieted down. Ding Haokun, seeing that the time was right, quickly spoke up, "I see they're all willing to pay. Give me the satellite phone, I'll contact my dad to give me the money first."

"Okay, but you better behave yourself, or our bullets won't hold back!"

"Don't worry, anything that can be solved with money isn't a problem. My life is more valuable!" These words were actually meant for the students.

"Uncle William, do you remember me? I'm Ding Sheng's nephew, my name is Long Aotian. I've been kidnapped at school by terrorists. Please contact my father immediately and have him prepare 100 million RMB and transfer it to the Swiss bank account at XXXXX XXXXXXX."

"I can't call him myself, he'll think I'm lying to him. He'll definitely believe you cops when you call. Thank you, Uncle William!"

He was able to become the Assistant Commissioner of Police not only because of his family's help, but also because he was smart enough to immediately understand what was meant.

"No problem, I'll contact your father right away. Don't worry, the money will be transferred to the account the criminals specified very soon!"

Just then, explosions and gunshots were heard outside, along with the sounds of rocket launchers firing and warheads exploding. The noise subsided after five minutes.

A foreign soldier with two gunshot wounds ran in. "Damn it, the cops outside have been breached by the Flying Tigers! Luckily we had landmines ready, but six of our brothers still died. We need to retreat as soon as possible!"

These terrorists originally numbered over thirty, but seven were killed for disagreeing, and six more just died, leaving only twenty.

The new leader was immediately displeased. "Since they don't care about these people's lives, let's teach them a lesson! These school staff are useless, kill them all!"

A barrage of gunfire erupted, and all the teachers and leaders were killed. Ding Haokun felt no sadness; in fact, he almost laughed. Every single person working at this school was a "banana" (yellow on the outside, white on the inside).

These people are dying, which is purifying the environment of Hong Kong Island, and that's wonderful.