Nominal: My senior brothers are all big shots

Qi Tongwei didn't delay. After making arrangements, he secretly went to Hong Kong Island.

Wangbeilou, an intelligence organization headquartered on Hong Kong Island but with members all over the mainland, was the source of the information that Lin Feng guessed was from Wangbeilou.

The North Tower is the headquarters on Hong Kong Island, located on the top floor of the Central Building on Hong Kong Island. It is a place of secluded luxury and privacy, and it is also a place that Zhao Ruilong often visits.

Qi Tongwei went directly to Liu Sheng, the person in charge here, and asked to see Du Bozhong. Lin Feng told Qi Tongwei that Du Bozhong was in Wangbeilou.

Not long after, the door to the private room where Qi Tongwei was located was pushed open, and Liu Sheng walked in with a middle-aged man. This was Du Bozhong, who had originally cooperated with Zhao Ruilong and was the person Qi Tongwei was looking for this time.

"Director Qi, you wanted to see me?" Du Bozhong's voice trembled slightly, clearly afraid that Qi Tongwei was sent by Zhao Ruilong to deal with him.

Qi Tongwei didn't turn around, but lit a cigarette, took a puff, and looked out the window.

"Du Bozhong, Mr. Du, there's no need to be nervous." Qi Tongwei slowly turned around, his gaze landing squarely on the other man's face. "I'm not here to cause you trouble."

Qi Tongwei flicked off his cigarette ash, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable sense of pressure, "Let's get straight to the point. Hand over the photos or videos you have, and I'll pay for them. Don't deny it—I know they're in your hands."

"Director Qi, I... I do have an encrypted hard drive." Du Bozhong's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice dry, "But that's a backup plan I kept to save my life. If I give it to you..." Du Bozhong didn't finish his sentence, but he believed that Qi Tongwei would understand what he meant.

"Name your price." Qi Tongwei took a half step forward, his eyes suddenly sharpening. "You can refuse. But if you refuse—you should be prepared to run for your life forever."

Qi Tongwei exhaled the last puff of smoke, his voice lowered, emphasizing each word, "You know I can do it."

"Director Qi, you know I've offended the Zhao family. This thing... is my only lifeline." Du Bozhong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice low. "If I hand it over, I'll truly be meat on the chopping block."

Qi Tongwei slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, which drifted between the two men. He didn't answer immediately, but instead walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a small glass of whiskey, and gestured for Liu Sheng to hand a glass to Du Bozhong as well.

"A life-saving charm?" Qi Tongwei chuckled, his tone tinged with a cold mockery. "Old Du, you're a smart man. You should understand—some things, if kept in your possession, won't save your life, they'll hasten your demise."

Qi Tongwei gently placed the wine glass on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Zhao Ruilong is already looking for you. You know better than I how ruthless he is. You think you're safe just because you've hidden in Hong Kong Island? Can Wangbei Tower hide you for a while, or for a lifetime?" Qi Tongwei took two steps closer, his gaze like a knife.

"Give me your things, and I'll not only give you enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life, but I'll also arrange for your safe departure. Go to Southeast Asia, or even further away, change your identity, and start over."

Du Bozhong's fingers, gripping the wine glass, turned slightly white. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because you have no choice now." Qi Tongwei sat back on the sofa, relaxed, yet exuding an undeniable sense of oppression. "Zhao Ruilong wants you dead, and all I want is something. With me, at least there's a deal to be made; with him, you won't even have a chance to speak."

A brief silence fell over the room, broken only by the faint sound of ship horns drifting from Victoria Harbour outside the window. Liu Sheng stood quietly by the door, like an expressionless statue.

"Fifty million," Du Bozhong finally said through gritted teeth. "Cash, old banknotes, not consecutive serial numbers. Also, I need a clean identity, a direct flight to Canada, and... your people to escort me until I enter the country."

Qi Tongwei did not agree immediately. Instead, he slowly stubbed out his cigarette and glanced at his watch.

"Thirty million. Identities and escort can be arranged, but after landing, we're even, never to meet again." Qi Tongwei raised his eyes. "These are my final conditions. Agree, and we'll proceed with the handover now. Disagree—"

Qi Tongwei didn't finish his sentence, but Du Bozhong already felt a chill run down his spine.

Du Bozhong's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally nodded dejectedly, "...Okay. I've hidden the hard drive in a safe in Kowloon. It requires my fingerprint and password. That's all I have; there's no backup."

Qi Tongwei then revealed a very faint smile. He nodded slightly to Liu Sheng, who understood and immediately went out to arrange vehicles and manpower.

"A wise choice." Qi Tongwei stood up, patted Du Bozhong on the shoulder with a light touch, and said, "Remember, if I find out there are backups, you know what will happen to you."

Qi Tongwei's veiled warning sent a chill down Du Bozhong's spine.

Two hours later, in an unassuming private bank vault in Kowloon, Du Bozhong trembled as he entered the password and pressed his fingerprint. The door popped open, revealing only a black metal hard drive inside.

Qi Tongwei personally took it and handed it to a technician wearing white gloves beside him. The technician immediately connected it to a portable device, quickly scanned and confirmed the information, and then nodded to him.

"The money, Mr. Liu will transfer to your designated overseas account in batches within 24 hours." Qi Tongwei carefully put away the hard drive, then glanced at Du Bozhong one last time. "Mr. Liu will also arrange for you to leave tonight. Mr. Du, take care."

Qi Tongwei didn't say another word, turned around and quickly left with his men.

In Lin Feng's residence in Jingzhou, Qi Tongwei and Lin Feng sat facing each other. On the rosewood tea table between them, an antique purple clay teapot was bubbling away, releasing a fragrant aroma of tea.

Qi Tongwei had just taken off his coat, leaving him only in a shirt with the top button undone at the collar, looking slightly tired.

Qi Tongwei picked up the tea that Lin Feng had poured, blew on it to cool it down, and didn't drink it immediately. "Xiao Feng, I got the hard drive. It cost 30 million."

Lin Feng was gently stirring the teacups on the tea tray with tea tongs when he heard this. The corners of his mouth curved upwards in a knowing smile. He nodded and gracefully placed a small cup of clear tea in front of Qi Tongwei.

"Some things are worth spending any amount of money on," Lin Feng said softly, but each word was clear. "But it needs to be dealt with as quickly as possible."

"I understand," Qi Tongwei replied, then put down his teacup, his expression becoming more serious. "In addition, the Standing Committee approved today that Chen Hai has been dismissed. The document should have reached the Provincial Procuratorate by now."

Lin Feng's fingertips paused on the warm, smooth purple clay teapot, and when he looked up, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Your teacher Gao is very quick." Lin Feng's tone remained calm, as if he were just commenting on a trivial matter.

"We have to hurry. Teacher Gao set the tone, Li Dakang fully agreed, and the other Standing Committee members... didn't have much reason to object. The procedural flaws are too obvious." Qi Tongwei took a sip of tea, feeling the warm tea slide down his throat, temporarily dispelling some of his fatigue. "Chen Hai has run into trouble this time. With Secretary Sha not here, it's difficult to change anything, mainly because there are indeed procedural problems."