Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

"Hehe..." Zhang Wenjie chuckled, but there was no warmth in his laughter; instead, it sounded even colder.

"I admire you, Mr. Guo. Trying to bribe me? Hah... Very well, who doesn't like money?"

Guo Zhiqiang felt relieved, thinking there was a chance for things to turn around.

But Zhang Wenjie's next words plunged him into despair: "However... I'm a little greedier than you think."

He tilted his head slightly, and his gaze behind his sunglasses seemed to penetrate the lenses and fixate on Guo Zhiqiang's face.

"I don't care about Robinson's commission. What I want... are the shares of the Robinson Group that you hold."

"you--!"

Guo Zhiqiang's pupils contracted sharply, and he gasped.

Greed knows no bounds; even a snake can swallow an elephant!

How could these be hired thugs or bodyguards?

This is clearly a vicious wolf lurking nearby, ready to devour its prey whole!

Robinson's old face flashed through his mind instantly. Could it be that all of this was a scheme set up by that old fox?

Luring yourself into a trap?

"Why think so much?" Zhang Wenjie seemed to see through his thoughts, his tone carrying a hint of impatient mockery.

"Now, I've got you cornered. Sign this, and your whole family, including your precious grandson, can go home safely and continue being rich."

As he spoke, he released his left hand from the steering wheel (the car was equipped with a simple cruise control system, allowing for brief hands-free driving on straight roads) and picked up a black leather briefcase from the passenger seat.

He skillfully unzipped the zipper with one hand, pulled out a pre-prepared document, and casually tossed it onto the chair in front of Guo Zhiqiang.

The document cover is a cold white, with the striking bold text printed on it: "Equity Transfer Agreement".

"Not signing... is fine too." Zhang Wenjie's voice suddenly turned cold, like the Siberian wind. "However, as for the consequences... I think you're a smart man, Mr. Guo, so I don't need to say more, right? Perhaps tomorrow, or tonight, you'll receive some not-so-good 'delivery'."

With trembling hands, Guo Zhiqiang picked up the document and quickly flipped to the last page.

When he saw the name "Robinson" neatly printed in the "Equity Transferee" column, the hairs on his body stood on end! A deeper chill ran down his spine!

I see! I see!

He still thought that the ruthless man in front of him was greedy and wanted to double-cross him.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be Robinson's most loyal and vicious henchman!

All of this was Robinson's planned counterattack from prison!

Having been schemed against by Liu Yaozu, he is now facing retribution from his "former" boss, Robinson!

"Robinson Crusoe...you old scoundrel..." Guo Zhiqiang squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, his voice dry and hoarse, filled with resentment and despair, "I lost...not unjustly!"

He accepted his fate.

Caught between two demons and with his family's lives threatened, he had no choice.

With trembling hands, he pulled an ordinary-looking black ballpoint pen from the pen holder inside the folder.

He knew that these pens often had special ink or anti-counterfeiting marks, and once signed, there was almost no chance of going back on one's word.

The other party even considered such details; their vigilance and professionalism were terrifying to the extreme.

As the pen fell, Guo Zhiqiang used all his strength to sign his name at the "Transferor" signature area, but he still couldn't control the trembling of his wrist.

These two words, worth over 200 million Hong Kong dollars, also represent a mortgage on half a lifetime of hard work and dignity.

"Slurp...slurp..."

The faint sound of paper scratching was particularly clear in the quiet carriage.

After signing the papers, Guo Zhiqiang felt as if all the bones in his body had been removed. He slumped into the spacious back seat, his face ashen and his eyes vacant.

Even the pen used for signing the contract was specially made. The other party's meticulousness and ruthless decisiveness made him unable to even entertain the last thought of a desperate, all-or-nothing confrontation.

Then his daughter, who is studying overseas... has she also been monitored or even controlled by the other party?

Guo Zhiqiang dared not think any further.

Now, he can only gamble, gamble that old man Robinson still retains a little bit of so-called "trust in the underworld" or "old friendship".

"The choice of a smart person." Zhang Wenjie saw everything through the rearview mirror, his tone still calm.

He maneuvered the car around a bend, and not far ahead, a European-style villa with a garden and wrought iron gate came into view—that was Guo Zhiqiang's home.

The car slowly came to a stop outside the villa gate.

When Guo Zhiqiang saw the scene at his doorstep, his heart tightened again. An old bread truck, the same model as the one he was currently riding in, was parked there quietly.

The bread cart's sliding side door was open.

"Get out of the car," Zhang Wenjie said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Guo Zhiqiang pushed open the car door with trembling hands. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he saw his son, daughter-in-law, and several grandchildren crammed together like sardines in the van. Their mouths were taped shut, and their eyes were covered with black cloth. They were whimpering in terror.

Two burly men dressed in black tracksuits, wearing masks and baseball caps, stood expressionless beside the car.

"Release them." Zhang Wenjie, sitting in the driver's seat, rolled down the window and said simply to them.

The two burly men obeyed orders, roughly dragging Guo Zhiqiang's family members out of the car one by one, tearing off their blindfolds and duct tape, and then shoving them onto the lawn in front of the villa like trash.

The women and children were trembling with fear, and their cries filled the air.

"Hey! You—!" Seeing his family treated this way, especially the clear tear stains and fear on his grandson's face, Guo Zhiqiang felt a surge of anger mixed with humiliation. He gripped the car door, turned around abruptly, and wanted to angrily rebuke Zhang Wenjie for breaking his promise.

However, before he could finish speaking, he felt a cold, hard cylinder pressing hard against his right kidney through his thin suit jacket.

That was the muzzle of a gun.

Zhang Wenjie, who was holding a gun, had turned around halfway at some point, his arm sticking out of the car window, the muzzle of the gun precisely pressed against him.

For the first time, Zhang Wenjie's face revealed a clear, cruel grin.

With his left hand, he skillfully cocked the pistol's hammer; the "click" of the firing pin pulling back was like a thunderclap in Guo Zhiqiang's ears! Then, his right thumb rested firmly on the trigger; a gentle pull was all it took...

"You old devil," Zhang Wenjie's voice was low, but every word was like a knife, "You have a problem with that?"

All of Guo Zhiqiang's anger and words were abruptly silenced by the cold muzzle of the gun and the undisguised killing intent in the other person's eyes.

His face turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. His Adam's apple bobbed violently several times.

"No...no objection!" He practically gritted his teeth, spitting out these three words one by one, each word carrying a bloody humiliation.