Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

Ma Zhixiong was the first to react and quickly squatted down to do the same.

The other correctional officers exchanged glances, then one by one showed a knowing look and began to "touch up their makeup."

Before long, the group of prison guards all looked as if they had just been pulled out of a pool of blood, disheveled yet "incredibly brave".

"Waaaaah—"

The sound of sirens grew louder as police cars, their glaring red and blue lights piercing the night, pulled up in front of the apartment building.

The car doors opened with a bang, and officers from the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit filed out.

The team was led by Senior Inspector Chan Ka-kui.

As soon as he opened the car door, he saw the mutilated corpse hanging on the banyan tree. Even though he was used to bloody scenes, his stomach churned.

"Qian Wendi!" Big Mouth, who was following closely behind him, shone his flashlight on the lowered head and exclaimed in shock, "It's that con man who escaped from Stanley a few days ago!"

Chen Jiaju's expression changed drastically, and he looked up at the broken window on the third floor.

Light shone from inside, casting several figures moving about.

"Hurry!" he growled, and dashed into the apartment building.

However, when the members of the Serious Crimes Unit rushed to the third floor, they saw a completely different scene—more than a dozen reporters with cameras and recorders surrounded Chung Cho-hung and his group.

The flashes of cameras kept going off, and Chung Chu-hsiung's face and head were covered in "blood," his body was wrapped in exaggerated bandages, and his "weak yet resolute" expression was exactly the standard look of a hero in a Hollywood movie.

"Director Zhong! Is this operation a special operation targeting the escaped prisoner Qian Wendi?"

"Director Chung! There are rumors that Wendi Chin is involved in a feud with a wealthy family. Could you reveal the details?"

"Director Zhong! Were the injuries on your face from the fight?"

The questions came at us like a barrage of bullets.

Chung Chu-hsiung "laboriously" raised his bandaged hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

He cleared his throat, his voice weak but clear: "Fellow citizens, friends from the media... tonight's operation is a microcosm of our Stanley Correctional Services Department's valiant struggle against criminals. Qian Wendi, on the surface, is a conman, but in reality..."

He caught a glimpse of Chan Ka-kui and his men squeezing in from the corner of his eye, and his acting urge immediately surged to another level.

"In reality, what's behind him is a feud spanning two generations of a wealthy family!"

Chung Chu-hsiung's voice suddenly rose, carrying just the right amount of indignation.

"Some people, for the sake of wealth, do not hesitate to murder their wives, frame their fathers-in-law, and collude with drug dealers in prison! Yet our colleagues in the Correctional Services Department, even under such circumstances, remain steadfast in their posts and fight against evil forces to the very end!"

The reporters were energized, their pens flying across their notebooks.

Secrets of the wealthy, dark secrets in prison, bloody murders—this is enough to make headlines for a whole month!

"Make way! Make way, everyone!" Chan Ka-kui struggled to squeeze to the front, flashed his police badge, and announced, "West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit! This area is now under our control!"

However, before he could finish speaking, the reporters who had obtained enough material had already scattered – they were in a hurry to get the news, and who had time to listen to the police's platitudes?

In just a few seconds, the corridor, which had been packed with people, became empty, leaving only Zhong Chuxiong and his group of "wounded" men and a mess.

Chen Jiaju opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Is this Inspector Chan?" Chung Cho-hung "struggled" forward, extending his hand, which was wrapped in bandages and "bleeding." "I am Chung Cho-hung, the security chief of Stanley Prison. These are the criminals we risked our lives to capture. Please... interrogate them thoroughly!"

When he said the last four words, he gave Chen Jiaju a meaningful look.

Chen Jiaju looked at the bloody hand, hesitated for a second, and then took it in his hand—it was warm and sticky to the touch. He cursed inwardly, but could only force a smile: "Mr. Chung, you've worked hard. You go and get treatment first. We'll take care of this."

"Chi-Hung," Chung Cho-Hung turned to Ma Chi-Hung and said, "You stay here and cooperate with Inspector Chan and the others in taking statements."

"Yes, Sir!" Ma Zhixiong stood at attention and saluted, the bandage on his head almost falling off.

With the help of a group of "injured" people, Chung Chu-hsiung staggered down the stairs.

The prison van from Stanley Prison was already waiting downstairs. When Crocodile and his gang were put into the van, they were all dejected, a stark contrast to their fawning attitude towards Zhang Wenjie just moments before.

As for Lau Yiu-cho, he was carried onto a separate ambulance and sent to Isabella Hospital, the most expensive private hospital on Hong Kong Island.

Two officers from the Major Crimes Unit escorted him the entire way. The neon lights outside the car window swept across Liu Yaozu's face, which was swollen like a pig's head. In his barely open eyes, there was only a deathly gray of despair.

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Kowloon Police Station Major Crime Unit interrogation room, 4 a.m.

The fluorescent light emitted a buzzing sound, making the crocodile man's dark face shine.

He sat on an iron chair, his hands cuffed to the table, opposite Chen Jiaju and Da Zui, both with gloomy expressions.

"Liu Yaozu killed his own wife and then framed his father-in-law, Robinson. Qian Wendi was planted in Stanley by him specifically to kill Robinson. The purpose was to obtain the three hundred million in bearer debt."

The crocodile man spoke very quickly, and sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Tonight, Qian Wendi was also shot by Liu Yaozu himself, and he was the one who ordered him to be thrown off the building. Also... Liu Yaozu is involved in drug trafficking, and I know where his warehouse is!"

Chen Jiaju and Da Zui exchanged a glance.

Big Mouth leaned close to Chen Jiaju's ear and whispered, "Jiaju, if what this guy said is true... it's a huge case."

Chen Jiaju didn't speak, but stared at the crocodile man for a long time before suddenly sneering, "Whatever you say goes? Where's the evidence? Liu Yaozu is a Justice of the Peace, and he just donated 500,000 to the police force last month to buy new equipment. Without evidence, why should I believe you?"

Crocodile Man grew anxious, leaning forward, his handcuffs slamming against the iron table with a clang: "I want to become a witness for the prosecution! I'll help you find evidence! The warehouse is in Warehouse No. 7 at the old Kwun Tong pier, the key is in the safe in Lau Yiu-cho's office, the password is his dead wife's birthday, 760315!"

In the observation room next to the interrogation room, Senior Inspector Tung Piu of the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit crossed his arms and stared at Crocodile Man through the one-way glass.

Several senior police superintendents stood beside him, all with solemn expressions.

"Uncle Biu," a superintendent whispered, "if this is true... the media already knows, and when the papers come out tomorrow, the whole of Hong Kong will be watching us."

Dong Biao didn't say anything, but picked up the internal phone: "Jiaju, take some men to Kwun Tong Pier. Remember, be quick and keep it a secret."

He hung up the phone, turned to his subordinates, and said, "Notify the Commercial Crime Bureau to investigate the accounts of all companies under Liu Yaozu's name. Notify the Narcotics Bureau to prepare for the operation. And..."

Before he could finish speaking, a policewoman pushed open the door and entered, her expression strange. "Uncle Biao, news has come from Stanley—Robinson has been released on bail. A top-tier team of twelve lawyers, personally led by Queen's Counsel Robert Smith, is currently in Stanley processing the paperwork. Also…"

She paused, her voice even lower: "The legal team has filed a lawsuit with the High Court, accusing the Correctional Services Department of negligence and the police of incompetence in handling the case, which led to Mr. Robinson's wrongful imprisonment. They will hold a press conference at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

The observation room was deathly silent.

Dong Biao slowly took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

The sky outside the window was beginning to lighten, a new day was about to begin, and he knew that this storm had only just begun.

In the distance, in a VIP ward at Isabella Hospital, Liu Yaozu lay on a hospital bed, his body wrapped in bandages.

He stared at the ceiling, Zhang Wenjie's last words still echoing in his ears: "You still have a great use..."

What's the use?

He couldn't understand it, but a chill ran down his spine and straight to his head.