Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

"Brother Yao! That bastard Qian Wendi, along with his slutty girlfriend and his golden finger, are all hiding in that room over there!"

Crocodile Man moved closer to Liu Yaozu, lowered his voice, and the fat on his face twitched slightly with a mixture of excitement and fear.

He took a heavy threaded steel water pipe from the henchman behind him, waved it twice in the air, making a "whooshing" sound as if to embolden himself or to show his master his determination.

"Also, the other residents of this tenement building have all been... uh, 'invited' away by our people, so no one will be in the way for the time being."

Liu Yaozu was adjusting the cuffs of his expensive suit when he heard this. He paused and turned his head in surprise to look at his subordinate, who was known for being "good at fighting but brainless".

"Oh? How did you get them to leave?"

He was a little curious about when his stupid, pig-like underling had finally figured things out and knew how to clear the area before doing anything.

Crocodile Man forced a hideous smile, a mixture of flattery and smugness, and said boastfully, "Easy! A few of us changed clothes, impersonated city officials and health department staff, and went door-to-door saying that the main sewer downstairs had 'bursted,' causing sewage to overflow and toxic gases to leak. For safety, we had to evacuate immediately, and temporary shelters were all prepared..."

He described it vividly, even wanting to describe in detail how his men acted so realistically, pinching their noses and pretending to smell a foul stench.

"That's enough! No need to say anything more!"

Liu Yaozu immediately interrupted impatiently. Just hearing the words "exploding latrine" made him feel nauseous, as if he could really smell that stench.

He waved his hand in disgust, his eyes regaining their sharpness and greed as he looked at the tightly closed, rather dilapidated door.

"Grab your weapons, get ready to do it! I can't wait to see that shrewd conman, Qian Wendi, kneel before me, weeping and wailing like a fool!"

He could almost see himself getting the bonds, completely controlling the Lu Group, and trampling everyone under his feet.

"What are you still looking at?! Hurry up!" Liu Yaozu shouted at his gang of henchmen.

The henchmen immediately sprang into action, brandishing steel pipes, machetes, and some even pulling out Black Star pistols, quickly setting up their positions in the narrow stairwell, exuding a murderous aura.

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inside the house.

Qian Wendi had just witnessed Jin Tianqi being severely injured by Lili's vicious attack, and was curled up in pain.

A twisted sense of pleasure appeared on his face as he was about to pull out the folding machete from his back waist to give his former "brother," now his enemy, a final end.

Just then—

"Knock knock knock...!"

The dense and heavy footsteps, like the beating of drums, suddenly came from the corridor, quickly approaching from afar!

Clearly, there were more than just one or two people!

Qian Wendi's expression changed drastically. His hand, which was just reaching for the cleaver, stopped abruptly. He listened intently, his heart pounding.

Are they Liu Yaozu's men? Or police? How could it be so fast?

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he made a decision in an instant!

No matter who comes, let's take down this pair of scoundrels first!

We cannot let Liu Yaozu get the bonds easily, nor can we let them fall into the hands of others alive!

Without further hesitation, he drew his folding machete with lightning speed, swung the blade away with a "whoosh," stepped forward, grabbed the wet hair of the groaning Jin Tianqi with his left hand, forcing him to tilt his head back, and held the machete in his right hand with the sharp blade about to slash across the exposed throat!

At this critical moment—

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion!

The old wooden door was violently shoved open by several burly men outside using their shoulders!

The door frame was shattered, and wood chips were flying everywhere!

The glaring hallway light, mixed with the stale air outside, suddenly rushed into the dimly lit room.

Qian Wendi's movements were slightly startled by the sudden loud noise of the door being broken down.

In that moment of hesitation, the knife in his hand, using the force of pulling his hair and tilting his head back, along with the momentum of the backhand swing, still managed to slash out!

"Pfft—!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade slicing through flesh and blood vessels sounded particularly clear and eerie amidst the lingering echo of the door being broken down.

Warm liquid with a strong metallic smell gushed out like a fountain from the severed carotid artery in Jin Tianqi's neck!

Under the light streaming in through the doorway and the reflection of the flickering, dim yellow light bulb inside, the gushing blood mist took on an eerie and terrifying dark red hue, like a blooming flower from hell, drenching Liu Yaozu and his henchmen who burst through the door!

The confident, greedy smile on Liu Yaozu's face froze instantly.

A few drops of still-warm blood splattered onto the corner of his mouth and his glasses.

He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his face, looking at the glaring crimson blood on his hand. He then looked at Qian Wendi, who stood in the room holding a knife, half of his body splattered with blood, his eyes like those of a vengeful ghost, and at Jin Tianqi's feet, whose neck was still gushing blood and whose body was convulsing violently...

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

The overwhelming stench of blood instantly filled the small space.

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Inside a bread cart in the back alley of a tenement building.

Zhang Wenjie closed the old military laptop, and the monitoring screen disappeared.

He had just confirmed that all the miniature recording devices and the receiving terminal were connected stably and normally, and the signal was clear.

He pushed open the car door and got out, leaning against the cold car body. He knocked a cigarette out of the pack and lit it.

I took a deep breath, the smoke swirling in my lungs as if carrying a heavy weight, before I slowly exhaled, turning into a pale wisp and dissipating in the damp night air.

He turned his head and looked at Liao Zhiwei, who was squatting in the corner, head down, fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on the damp ground, seemingly counting ants.

"Hey," Zhang Wenjie spoke, his voice not loud, but it made Liao Zhiwei immediately look up. "What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to call the police? As law-abiding citizens of Hong Kong, how can we just stand by and watch crime happen before our eyes and let criminals escape the law?"

"Oh, right! Call the police! Call the police right now!"

Liao Zhiwei seemed to snap out of a daze and quickly replied.

He subconsciously raised his left hand and touched his smooth cheek, now free of any of the hideous scars of the past, a trace of disbelief and excitement still lingering in his eyes.

Just a few hours ago, Zhang Wenjie simply applied and rubbed some paste that looked like mud on his face. After washing it off, the conspicuous scar that had followed him for many years and represented his ruthless past disappeared without a trace!

Even his skin has become much smoother. Although he can't be called handsome, he at least looks like a "normal person," and even has a touch of refinement.

This is simply a miracle!

At that moment, he knelt down on the ground, almost calling Zhang Wenjie his second parents!

"Remember to wear sunscreen when you go out from now on," Zhang Wenjie said, exhaling a smoke ring as he glanced at him with a hint of teasing in his voice. "Did you really think being a 'pretty boy' was so easy? Your skin is too delicate; it can't withstand the sun."