Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

"He—tui!!!"

In response, Qian Wendi used all the remaining strength he had to squeeze out a mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with blood, saliva, and utter resentment from his swollen throat and broken teeth!

It sprayed straight at Liu Yaozu's face, who was standing right next to him!

Liu Yaozu reacted extremely quickly, suddenly turning his head to dodge.

Thick phlegm flew past his ear and hit the wall behind him, leaving a stain.

"A little trick."

Liu Yaozu took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped away non-existent stains from his cheeks, but his eyes turned completely cold, like a frozen pool.

Without further ado, he waved to the Crocodile Guy and his men waiting on the left, "Give our Mr. Qian a good 'welcome'. Be careful not to actually kill him; I haven't gotten what I want yet."

"Understood, boss!" Crocodile grinned, clenching his fists, and led several burly henchmen to surround him.

The next moment, a barrage of punches and kicks, like heavy drumbeats, landed on Qian Wendi, who was tightly bound to the chair!

"Bang! Bang! Snap! Thud!"

Every punch lands with a visceral impact, every kick delivers a powerful blow!

The dull thuds of blows hitting flesh, the crisp cracking of ribs breaking, Qian Wendi's suppressed, agonizing groans and screams squeezed from the depths of his throat, mixed with the perpetrator's heavy breathing and cursing, echoed repeatedly in this small, bloody space, forming an extremely cruel symphony.

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Outside.

Zhang Wenjie, like a ghost, tiptoed silently to the door of the apartment.

He didn't even need to press his ear against the door; the continuous, teeth-grinding sounds of punches and bodies colliding, along with Qian Wendi's increasingly faint but still painful groans and screams, could be clearly heard through the not-so-soundproof door.

"Tsk tsk..." Zhang Wenjie shook his head slightly, a look of pity, mockery and indifference on his face, and whispered in a voice only he could hear.

"What a bunch of... social cancers with no bottom line and boundless violence. Law and order are trampled by scum like them."

inside the room.

The violence lasted for nearly a minute.

Qian Wendi had been beaten beyond recognition. His once handsome face was swollen into a purplish-red "pig's head". His eye sockets were ruptured, his nose was crooked, his lips were curled up, several teeth were out, and blood covered his entire face. His clothes were also torn to shreds, and his exposed skin was covered with bruises and cuts.

Liu Yaozu signaled his men to stop.

He personally stepped forward, squatted down in front of the dying Qian Wendi, pinched his swollen chin with his left hand, and patted Qian Wendi's bloodied cheek with his right fist, not too hard, not too soft.

"Tell me...where is it?!"

Liu Yaozu's voice carried a playful and cruel tone, like a cat catching a mouse.

"Tell me, maybe... if I'm in a good mood and take pity on you, I might actually let you go, who knows?"

His tone was full of hypocritical seduction.

"Heh...hehe..." Qian Wendi barely opened his swollen eyelids, his unfocused gaze focused for a moment, looked at Liu Yaozu, and let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh like a broken bellows, "If I...if I say it...I won't die? Hahaha...cough cough..." His laughter aggravated his injuries, and he coughed up more blood and foam.

"Tell me what's good for you. Sometimes, I, Liu Yaozu, do keep my word."

Liu Yaozu coaxed and persuaded, but his eyes were sharp as knives, fixed on Qian Wendi's eyes.

He was trained in medicine and knew that when people are in extreme pain and on the verge of collapse, their psychological defenses are most vulnerable, and they are most likely to expose what they care about most.

He observed every subtle tremor in Qian Wendi's pupils and every instinctive shift in his gaze.

"Heh... Let me go? Did I hear that right?"

Qian Wendi's voice suddenly rose, filled with biting sarcasm and hatred, as if in a final burst of energy before death.

"You...you'd even kill your own wife for the sake of your inheritance! And that wasn't enough, you framed your father-in-law! You think you're trustworthy?! You think you'd let me go?! Hahaha...Liu Yaozu, you fucking kidding me! I, Qian Wendi, may have fallen, but I'm not stupid enough to believe a heartless wolf like you!!"

"Trying to frame me?!" Liu Yaozu's eyes flashed with murderous intent as Qian Wendi pointed out his most secret crime, but at the same time he became even more certain that Qian Wendi knew the whereabouts of the bonds!

Moreover, when he was speaking just now, his peripheral vision seemed to have very slightly and uncontrollably glanced quickly towards a corner of the room!

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for Liu Yaozu to catch it!

"Find it for me!" Liu Yaozu suddenly stood up and pointed in the direction Qian Wendi had just glanced at—that inconspicuous low cabinet.

"Search that entire place! And every single hiding spot in this house! Look carefully!!"

His henchmen immediately swarmed over the place like locusts, and began an even more frenzied ransacking of the place.

The old furniture was overturned, the mattress was slashed, and the walls were pounded on...

Soon, one of the henchmen found the file bag sealed in a thick plastic bag in a hidden recess on top of the low cabinet!

"Boss! Found it! It's here!" the henchman shouted excitedly.

Liu Yaozu rushed over in three strides and snatched the plastic bag almost as if he were grabbing it.

His fingers trembled slightly as he tore open the seal and pulled out the stack of beautifully printed documents with intricate anti-counterfeiting patterns. In the dim light, he eagerly examined them closely.

After confirming the bank logo, face value, and most importantly, the bearer clause on the document...

"Hahaha...hahaha!!!" Liu Yaozu could no longer contain his joy and burst into laughter!

His mouth stretched wide, almost reaching his earlobes, his entire face contorted with extreme excitement and greed.

"Got it! Finally got it! Robinson! You old devil! So what if you hid it so well?! In the end, it still fell into my hands, Liu Yaozu!! Hahaha!!"

He laughed so hard he was shaking, and it took him a long time to finally stop. He turned around and looked at Qian Wendi, who was sitting on the chair, barely breathing and with a look of despair in his eyes, with the gaze of a victor looking down on an ant.

"Really... I really need to thank you, Mr. Qian Wendi." Liu Yaozu's tone was full of insincere gratitude. "Without your 'help' me escape from prison, without your 'help' me 'deal with' that old geezer Robinson, without your 'help' me find and 'keep' this thing safe... I really don't know how much effort it would have taken to extort this treasure worth hundreds of millions from that stubborn old devil!"

He took two steps closer, squatted down, and looked Qian Wendi in the eye, as if sharing a secret: "You know what? Actually, we have a lot in common. We are both... very courageous, and decisive in taking action against women who betray us."

He paused, a cold smugness creeping into his voice: "The difference is, I killed my greedy wife who wanted a share of my fortune, and then... conveniently pinned the blame on my dear father-in-law, Robinson. And what happened? I got a multi-billion dollar conglomerate for free, and was 'forced' to become the hero son-in-law who saved the company."