Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

"We at Qianmen have always been doing shady business," Jin Tianqi said, hugging Lili tightly, as if encouraging himself or convincing her. "We're poor at midnight and rich at dawn. Today we might be eating abalone rice, tomorrow we might be squatting on the street eating instant noodles. It's rare to meet a boss like Liu Yaozu, who is both generous and powerful. This is an opportunity given by heaven!"

His eyes gleamed with greed, almost overflowing. "Boss Liu has already advanced one million as a settlement fee. As long as things go smoothly and we get Robinson's share, the remaining twenty million will be deposited into my account immediately!"

"When the time comes, Brother Zu will get the Lu family assets he wants, and we'll get our share!"

Jin Tianqi seemed to have already seen that scene, his voice filled with ecstasy.

"Then we'll immediately run away! To Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand, where there's sunshine and beaches, nobody knows us. We'll use the money to start a legitimate business, or maybe gamble a couple more times and start all over again!"

He held Lili's right hand, which was painted with bright red nail polish, tightly, rubbing his fingers together, and kept muttering about how he would buy a yacht, live in a mansion, and squander the money once he got it.

A man's mouth, a liar.

Lili leaned against him, a fawning smile on her face, but her heart was filled with cold calculations. She didn't believe a single word of Jin Tianqi's nonsense.

Run away together? With this ugly man who's plain-looking, cunning, and has yellow teeth?

Do not make jokes.

She was quickly calculating in her mind how to shake off Jin Tianqi at the last minute, or even... take all the money for herself?

Perhaps we could also discuss terms with Liu Yaozu?

A hint of ruthlessness flashed deep in her eyes.

Jin Tianqi enjoyed Lili's compliments and tenderness, a fake smile on his face.

Fleeing far away? Sharing wealth and honor? He sneered inwardly.

Once the money is in hand, the first person I'll deal with is this woman who knows too much and is insatiably greedy.

You can't take a man's words seriously, especially in bed!

Once you have money, what kind of woman can't you find?

In what they considered an absolutely safe haven, the two spoke freely, brazenly mocking Wendi Qian's foolishness and painting a picture of a fantastical future.

Unbeknownst to them, just below the attic, in a narrow gap filled with clutter, a pair of bloodshot eyes were staring intently at their blurry figures, their ears catching every word of their triumphant conversation.

Qian Wendi leaned against the cold, damp brick wall, his tightly clenched lips bleeding, the salty, fishy taste spreading in his mouth.

His eyes were like poisoned knives as he coldly listened to the despicable couple talking about him in the most flippant and vicious tone, as if he were nothing more than a dead dog that could be trampled on at will.

From the moment he was inexplicably tricked into Stanley Prison, Qian Wendi had a huge knot in his heart. He tossed and turned countless nights, unable to figure out where things went wrong.

Now, everything makes sense!

It turns out that the Joker was himself all along!

His so-called brothers and women had long since joined forces to stab him in the back!

A surge of emotion, a mixture of the excruciating pain of betrayal, extreme anger, and chilling killing intent, erupted from the deepest recesses of his heart like volcanic lava, rushing straight to his head!

My temples were throbbing, and my vision even went black for a moment.

He remained motionless, like a lifeless stone statue, until the rustling sounds of dressing, packing, and the footsteps of the man and woman laughing and joking as they left from the attic gradually faded away and disappeared.

The last shred of conscience that remained in my heart regarding past feelings and morality vanished completely at this moment, replaced by something darker and harder.

With 300 million in unnamed debt, he could live out the rest of his life in anonymity and comfort.

However, the burning sensation in his chest—the feeling of being deceived, betrayed, and manipulated like an idiot by the person he trusted most—was branded deep within his soul and could not be erased.

Those two despicable people must die!

And there's also the mastermind behind it all, Liu Yaozu!

A vicious plan instantly surfaced in his mind, which was filled with anger and hatred.

Don't you like to pretend to be a good person, a successful person, or a Casanova?

Okay, I'll fucking expose your true colors, ruin your reputation, and leave you with no place to be buried!

He loosened his clenched teeth, revealing a deep wound on his lower lip. Blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, slid over his chin, dripped onto his dirty collar, and then flowed down his neck into his chest, carrying both body heat and endless cold.

He raised his hand, clutching a miniature recording device the size of a matchbox, which clearly recorded everything that had just happened in the attic.

He gripped it tightly as if it were a bomb, and then, following a route he had already figured out, he slipped away like a ghost through another hidden exit piled with junk.

In Mong Kok, the forest of neon lights never completely goes out, even in the early morning.

Behind a bustling street filled with the smells of fish balls, beef offal, and newspaper ink, on an old building with tacky pink tiles on its exterior, the sign for "Regent Hotel" is missing a few strokes.

Third floor, room 125.

Zhang Wenjie pushed open the peeling wooden door, and a warm breeze mixed with the smell of mildew, cheap air freshener, and some other indescribable odor rushed towards him.

He frowned and looked around the room: it was so cramped that you could barely turn around, an old bed with springs that probably had failed, a bedside table with peeling paint, an old-fashioned television with a yellowed exterior and two telescopic antennas, and suspicious water stains and graffiti on the walls.

This environment is even more uncomfortable than the cells in Stanley Prison.

He had to admire human adaptability and the "professionalism" of certain marginal trades in Hong Kong.

Simply put, this hotel doesn't require you to register your ID card or anything else that can prove your identity for check-in.

There are many similar "apartment hotels" in Mong Kok, but most of them are occupied by prostitutes and their clients. The men coming and going are just like those in the men's restrooms of an international airport, with all sorts of "sexy" men and women, making it noisy and chaotic.

Although the environment here is extremely polluted, "rats have their paths and snakes have their ways," and where there is demand, there is supply and demand.

Most of those who choose to come here are people with some "problems" who need absolute secrecy.

After leaving Fatty Wang behind, Zhang Wenjie went to great lengths and spent a considerable amount of "morality points" to visit the villa at No. 4, Xiafei Road, Mid-Levels—the former home of Robinson Crusoe, now owned by the Liu family.

Once a person becomes arrogant, they always want to maintain a false sense of dignity.

Liu Yaozu, who presented himself as a gentleman, would naturally not make any ostentatious alterations to the villa's layout, given that there were still many veterans within the Lu Group who had watched Robinson rise to prominence.

If he goes too far and reveals his eagerness to erase Robinson's traces, it will be easy for those old foxes to seize on his weakness, and even give Robinson, who is still in prison, a chance to turn the tables.

If it weren't for the need to extract the huge amount of bearer bonds that Robinson refused to reveal, which were hidden somewhere, why would Liu Yaozu have spared Robinson's life?

Those old bastards from those groups had long been purged from the organization by him using various means.