Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

"And you..."

Liu Yaozu patted Qian Wendi's swollen face and shook his head regretfully.

"You killed that slut who cheated on your brother, and that brother who betrayed you... but you can only bear the stigma of an escaped convict and a murderer, hiding here like a stray dog, and in the end... you still have to die by my hand."

He stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from his suit, as if a huge burden had been lifted, and felt light as a feather, with an urge to confide surging in his chest.

Facing a "listener" who is about to disappear completely, he can finally unleash his long-suppressed secrets and twisted sense of accomplishment without any restraint.

"However, you don't need to worry too much."

Liu Yaozu was smug and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Soon, all of this will be none of your business. You will disappear completely, taking your anger, your resentment, your secrets... with you."

"You damned bastard!! You'll die a horrible death!! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!!!!"

With his last ounce of strength, Qian Wendi roared hoarsely, his voice broken and shrill due to the injury to his throat, like the curse of a demon.

His bloodshot eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets as he stared intently and venomously at Liu Yaozu, as if trying to etch his image into the depths of his soul.

"I'm so scared! Hahaha!"

Liu Yaozu patted his chest exaggeratedly, followed by another burst of unrestrained laughter.

"Crocodile bastard! What are you waiting for?! Chop him into eighteen pieces! Let's see if he can be chopped into eighteen pieces even as a ghost!!"

He gave the order to the crocodile man behind him, his tone as relaxed as if he were telling him to add an extra dish for dinner.

The crocodile man stepped forward with a machete, but his face revealed a fawning and ugly smile, showing his yellow teeth.

"Boss, I think this kind of... 'fun' thing is more meaningful if you do it yourself!"

"After all, Qian Wendi is, in a way, a 'benefactor' who did you a huge favor, boss! Sending off our 'benefactor' on his final journey should be done in person, boss, to make it a truly grand occasion, right?"

His clownish, deliberately obsequious yet cruel demeanor amused Liu Yaozu, who burst into laughter once more, greatly satisfying his vanity.

"Interesting! Well said!"

Liu Yaozu pointed at the crocodile man, took the machete he was offered, but then frowned in disgust and threw the machete back to the crocodile man.

"Using a knife is too dirty. This is cleaner."

He pulled out the specially made, almost silent miniature pistol again.

He walked up to Wendy Chin and, seeing the despair, anger, and curses swirling in her eyes, spontaneously began to twist his body.

He performed an extremely clumsy, awkward, yet malicious "execution dance," with the gun barrel waving back and forth between Qian Wendi's forehead, heart, and other vital areas as he swayed his body.

"Farewell, my dear... scapegoat." Liu Yaozu smiled and slowly pulled his index finger toward the trigger.

At that crucial moment that determined life and death—

"BOOW—!!!"

A deafening, small-scale explosion-like bang suddenly erupted from outside the door without warning!

The heavy, old wooden door wasn't kicked open; it seemed to have been smashed open from the outside by a tremendous force!

Countless shattered pieces of wood, sawdust, and dust shot inward like shrapnel!

Liu Yaozu, who was immersed in the role of "executioner" and dancing awkwardly, was terrified by the sudden, terrifying loud noise that rang almost right next to his ears!

He was jolted upwards as if electrocuted, and his heart almost stopped!

The index finger on the trigger twitched slightly involuntarily in the shock...

"Bang!"

A low but deadly gunshot rang out amidst the lingering sound of the wooden door shattering.

The bullet that could have shot towards Qian Wendi's head was deflected due to Liu Yaozu's arm trembling, but it still carried a scorching heat and the aura of death as it pierced into Qian Wendi's left abdomen!

"Ughh ...

Blood gushed out instantly from the bullet hole in his left abdomen, like a flood bursting its banks!

The blood quickly soaked through his tattered clothes, dripping onto the blood-stained floor and pooling into a small, glaring red stain.

His face turned deathly pale at a visible speed, his breathing suddenly became rapid and weak, and his life was slipping away at an alarming rate.

"Police! Everyone, don't move!! Hands up!!"

A powerful, authoritative command pierced through the pervasive dust and stench of blood, reaching clearly into everyone's ears.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a figure could be seen, holding a sturdy-looking wooden baton in one hand. Like a demon descending from the sky, he stood steadily at the doorway, stepping over the broken pieces of the door panel scattered on the ground.

He wore a neat police cap and a crisp dark green police uniform, his epaulets gleaming coldly in the dim light, clearly a "Hong Kong Police Officer"!

It was Zhang Wenjie in disguise!

"Kill him!!"

Liu Yaozu recovered from his initial shock. Seeing that the hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth were about to be in his hands, and that his biggest secret might be exposed, his extreme fear instantly turned into a frenzied killing intent!

He didn't care whether the police were real or fake; he had to silence them!

He raised his still-smoking pistol, intending to shoot the "police" at the door.

However, his finger had not yet pulled the trigger again—

"Thump!!!"

A dull, teeth-grinding thud rang out!

Liu Yaozu felt a piercing pain in his right wrist, and the pistol flew out of his hand, falling to the ground some distance away with a "tap".

He turned his head in astonishment and saw that the crocodile man who had been fawning over him just moments before was now filled with terror, his eyes darting around, and the heavy threaded steel water pipe in his hand was still in a swinging posture!

Just now, it was him who slammed a water pipe hard into Liu Yaozu's wrist, where he was holding the gun!

"You crocodile bastard! I'll throw a nut at you!! Are you out of your mind?! Where are you going to hit me?!"

Liu Yaozu was both shocked and furious, cursing loudly, completely unable to understand why this foolish subordinate had suddenly turned against him!

The crocodile man's lips trembled; he wanted to speak but dared not. He only glanced quickly at the "policeman" at the door with eyes full of fear and pleading.

More precisely, it was the "police officer's" right hand hanging by his side, which seemed to be casually holding an inconspicuous little black device that resembled a car remote control.

It was that "death switch" that could remotely control the subcutaneous bomb in the back of their necks!

Zhang Wenjie didn't even glance at the panicked Liu Yaozu and the group of silent, trembling henchmen.

He calmly strode into the messy house, his leather shoes crunching on the blood and broken wood.

He stepped on the specially made pistol that Liu Yaozu had dropped.

Then, still holding the wooden baton in his left hand, he casually pressed the miniature earpiece hidden under his collar with his right, and said to the air in a flat tone, "The short film is well made. Send the tape to Fatty Wang immediately and watch him edit it. Tell him I want the most shocking and informative version. If he has any 'strange' thoughts, or if he's up to no good... you know what to do."

He paused, then added two words in an icy voice: "Kill."