Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

"this……"

Ten million! That's definitely not a small amount!

He instinctively reached out, picked up the check, and flipped it over.

The unique security pattern, bank seal, signature... everything looks authentic and genuine, unlike a forgery.

"You can send someone, or use a method you absolutely trust, to the bank to confirm and exchange the money first, then we can discuss it further."

Robinson seemed to see through his hesitation, took a puff of his cigar, and said leisurely, "As for how to exchange this money safely and without attracting anyone's attention... I think, with your methods and connections, Warden Liang, I don't need to say anything more, do I?"

Warden Liang remained silent.

If the money is too little, he can resolutely refuse it for the sake of principles and risks.

But this is ten million!

It's enough to make many people take risks, and enough to make his "conscience" and "principles" temporarily take a back seat.

Even a wrecked ship has three pounds of nails. Mr. Lu is indeed... well-versed in many things.

Warden Liang gently placed the check back on the table, but his fingers did not leave it, and his tone softened considerably.

"I believe that with Mr. Lu's abilities, this is just a temporary setback. It is only a matter of time before he makes a comeback and achieves great things."

Once they've received the money, their attitude naturally changes.

But he still had reservations: "However, prisons have their own rules, and judicial procedures have their own authority. I'm just a lowly warden with limited power. Imprisonment and release are not decisions I can make on my own. I'm afraid... I can't help you."

He made it clear upfront: accepting money was fine, but anything beyond his authority or too risky was out of the question.

"Release?" Robinson laughed again, as if he had heard a joke. His laughter was full of confidence and a cold sarcasm. "Warden Liang misunderstands. Why do I need you to 'release' me? In a few days, someone will respectfully 'invite' me out of Stanley."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Warden Liang like a hawk's: "I, Robinson, have spent most of my life navigating the business world. What storms haven't I weathered? What conspiracies haven't I encountered? Yet, I've fallen for Liu Yaozu, this ungrateful wretch I personally promoted! But..."

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Heaven has opened its eyes and given me a chance! A chance... a chance that's enough for me to turn the tables and make those who betrayed and framed me pay a hundredfold price!"

"I've come to Warden Liang today not to beg you to release me, but to hope that... after I leave, Warden Liang can 'take good care' of Liu Yaozu and his accomplices who acted as his henchmen and framed me."

Robinson emphasized the word "take care of" with particular force, his tone revealing an undisguised chilling murderous intent.

"Ideally, they should spend the rest of their long lives 'peacefully' in Stanley, or another prison that is more suitable for them."

Warden Liang frowned, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

This is no small matter.

Liu Yaozu now wields considerable power, and there may be connections behind him.

"Mr. Lu, regarding this matter... I'm afraid I'm powerless to help." Warden Liang sighed, beginning to evade the question. "I'm not young anymore, and I can't stay in this position for much longer. I might have to retire next year. Once I'm gone, I'll be forgotten..."

"Retirement?" Robinson interrupted him abruptly, shaking his head, his tone becoming incredibly seductive. "Warden Liang is joking. I see you're in your prime, full of energy and experience—right at the peak of your career!"

"There are still many higher positions vacant in the Correctional Services Department and even in the Security Bureau system."

"For the long-term stability and prosperity of Hong Kong society, talented individuals like Mr. Leung, who are capable, principled, and know how to 'adapt,' should shoulder heavier responsibilities and climb higher peaks! How can he so easily give up?"

Robinson unceremoniously shoved a tempting pie, brimming with promises of power and advancement, right up to Warden Liang's lips. The aroma was irresistible, an irresistible temptation.

Warden Liang's breathing quickened slightly.

Power is an irresistible poison for men. Retirement?

That would mean losing the foundation and influence that had been built up in Stanley for many years.

However, a promotion without new and strong support behind it is likely to become an empty shell, subject to constraints at every turn.

Seemingly sensing his final hesitation, Robinson threw out another heavyweight offer.

He slowly sat up straight, a meaningful smile spreading across his face. "Also, congratulations to Warden Liang on finding a promising young man, a 'perfect son-in-law.' Only by passing on the torch can we ensure the stability and prosperity of our cause and our community for generations to come. Am I right, Warden Liang?"

Upon hearing this, Warden Liang was first taken aback, then his pupils contracted slightly, and a look of realization and shock flashed across his face, which eventually turned into a helpless and completely resigned bitter smile.

Robinson knew perfectly well the relationship between himself and Chung Chu-hsiung, as well as Chung Chu-hsiung's connection with Cheung Man-kit (or rather, the forces behind Robinson!).

This is not merely a promise of money and power, but also a subtle reminder and a binding force—we are all in the same boat now.

Warden Liang took a deep breath, finally stood up, and put on a formal, even somewhat respectful smile. He extended his hand to Robinson: "Well then... I, Liang, will be here to await Mr. Robinson's 'good news'."

Robinson also stood up and extended his right hand to shake hands with Warden Liang.

He still held the small cigar in his left hand, and as the two shook hands, he gently twisted his wrist and exhaled a light puff of smoke carrying the aroma of expensive tobacco.

"Likewise, we rejoice together."

Just as their hands clasped tightly together, several vehicles bearing the Correctional Services Department logo, flashing their lights (but without sirens), sped out of Stanley Prison and headed towards the tenement building where Wendi Chin was hiding!

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The back alley of the tenement building.

After arranging everything, Zhang Wenjie felt his bones were stiff.

He moved his neck and shoulders, making a slight "crack" sound.

He walked back to the van, opened the door, and took out a neatly folded, dark green Hong Kong police uniform.

He deftly took off his coat, put on his police uniform, buttoned it up, and straightened his tie.

Then, he inserted a sturdy wooden baton into a specially made leather sheath at his lower back.

Finally, he picked up a police cap, put it on his head properly, and pulled the brim down.

He walked to the rearview mirror of the van and, in the dim light, carefully straightened his slightly disheveled collar and epaulets.

The mirror reflected a young, aloof face devoid of any superfluous expression, and a pair of unfathomable eyes.

He raised his hand and gave himself a salute in the mirror that was not quite standard, even somewhat awkward, but carried a certain mockery and coldness.

A barely perceptible smile curved his lips as he spoke softly to his reflection in the mirror in slightly accented English:

"Good morning, sir!"

Night had fallen, the hunting grounds were cleared, and the actors were in position.

The time to close the net has come.