Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

Upon hearing this, Chen Fei glanced at him, then at the foreigners behind him.

Could it be Yang Ning's assistant?

So he replied, "Since it's you, I'll give you the things."

Richard froze for a moment: "The transaction is happening right here?"

In his mind, weren't arms deals always done in remote places?

The two of them actually made their transaction openly in the busy parking lot.

I never expected the local gangs in Hong Kong to be so audacious.

No wonder they dared to send him over after killing someone.

And they only sent two people!

That's ruthless!

"What nonsense!" Chen Fei said impatiently. "Do you want it or not?"

Richard immediately said, "Yes!"

He tossed another envelope over, saying, "Here's the money. Do you want to count it?"

They still have money?

Yang Ning, this rich girl, is indeed very virtuous in her actions.

But how much money can you spend on these things?

Chen Fei dismissed it, saying, "No need, what's the point of having such a small amount of money?"

"That was straightforward, wasn't it?" Richard then asked, "Where's the goods?"

Chen Fei nodded to Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun placed the cardboard box on the front of the Mercedes-Benz next to him.

Cole rummaged the cardboard box to his side, looked down at the lid sealed with tape, and then looked up at Richard.

Richard said, "Open it and take a look."

Chen Fei frowned and pressed down on the box: "Fuck, what the hell is so interesting about this? Haven't you guys seen anything like it before?"

With just a few sacrificial offerings and sex toys, do you think I'm afraid of buying the wrong thing?

Foreigners really don't know how to think outside the box.

Richard quickly explained, "Friend, it's not that we don't trust you, we just..."

"Shit, have you guys ever done anything like this before?" Chen Fei said unhappily. "Are you guys worried that the goods inside are fake? You even want to inspect them? That's so unprofessional."

As soon as those words were spoken...

They've completely outmaneuvered Richard and the others.

If they won't let us inspect the goods, what's the point of buying them?

Furthermore, what constitutes professionalism?

Several foreigners looked at Richard.

Richard insisted, "I think it's better to inspect the goods beforehand; that way, we can be at ease."

"Do you want it or not?" Chen Fei asked impatiently.

Richard said, "Friend, we..."

Several of his men slowly reached for their waists, seemingly preparing to attack.

But Wang Jianjun acted even faster.

With lightning speed, he drew his gun, raised his hand, and pointed the muzzle, hidden in his sleeve, at Richard's forehead.

The movement was so fast it was like the blink of an eye; Richard didn't even have time to think about dodging before he saw the dark muzzle of a gun.

Cole and the others' hands froze in mid-air.

"Do you still want it?" Chen Fei was very unhappy. It was just a box of sanitary products and sex toys, yet they kept asking to inspect the goods.

You're insane!

Richard's expression suddenly changed, but he quickly regained his composure.

He stared at Chen Fei for two seconds, then raised his hand and pressed down on his men, signaling them not to move.

A few seconds later.

Richard slowly began, "I, Richard the White Glove, am known throughout America for my adherence to the rules. Since you trust me, I trust you too."

He hugged the box tightly with both hands. "Deal!"

They then slowly retreated.

Wang Jianjun did not put away his gun; the muzzle remained pointed at him.

Seeing that his brother had completed the transaction, Cole immediately opened the door of the car behind him.

Richard retreated all the way to the car, his forehead already beaded with sweat.

The gangs in Hong Kong are really too ruthless.

Several foreigners got into the car as well, and Cole asked in a low voice, "Boss, where are we going now?"

"Go outside and test your gun," Richard said.

The subordinate started the car, drove out of the parking lot, and the taillights flashed once at the corner of the exit before disappearing.

Chen Fei picked up the envelope on the front of the car, opened it, and glanced at it.

A thick wad of US dollars, at least fifty thousand.

I really don't understand the life of the upper class.

They actually gave so much money for buying these things.

No wonder Yang Ning would rob people when he had nothing better to do.

He put the envelope in his pocket. "Ah Jun, let's go!"

The two got into the refrigerated truck and drove out of the parking lot.

Inside a car in the corner.

One of the men put down his binoculars and picked up his walkie-talkie: "Inspector Wong, I just saw Richard and someone making a transaction in the Peninsula Hotel parking lot, but I didn't see what they were trading."

"Have you figured out who you're dealing with?" a voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"I took photos, what should I do now? They've split up."

"Bring the photos back first, and see who these people are."

"Yes!"

……

Richard had the car pulled onto a quiet side road and then stopped.

Cole sat in the back seat with the cardboard box on his lap.

Richard said, "Open it and take a look."

Cole quickly tore off the tape and lifted the lid.

They took things out of the box one by one.

The first thing is urgent, right?

Made of silicone, it bounced once in the carriage and rolled under the seat.

The pink vibrator, with the English words "Pleasure for Her" printed on the box, vibrates with a buzzing sound.

Then there are sanitary napkins, ultra-thin and soft, two packs.

Tampons, a box, the plastic packaging reflecting the light.

A pile of bright yellow paper money, and incense and candles.

Cole's hand remained suspended in mid-air, his face expressionless.

It's not that I'm calm, it's that my mind just can't process anything anymore.

Richard stared at the vibrating dildo still swaying on the seat, his pupils slowly dilating and then contracting.

He slowly took out a cigar and put it in his mouth, his movements very slow, as if afraid of doing something uncontrollable.

"Where's the gun?" he asked.

Cole opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"I'm asking you, where's the gun?" Richard asked through gritted teeth.

Cole rummaged through the box again, emptying all the paper money from the bottom and scattering it throughout the carriage.

There was nothing there.

"No guns," Cole said.

Richard picked up the vibrator, his lips trembling with anger.

"We spent 15 hours flying from the US to Hong Kong, then waited an hour on the mountain, another hour in the parking lot, and had a gun pointed at our heads, all for spending $50,000 on this expedited service, right?"

He slammed the vibrator against the car window.

With a bang, the car window didn't shatter, but the vibrator bounced back and landed on Cole's leg.

Cole quickly pushed it aside, as if he had touched a snake.

"And these too." Richard grabbed a handful of paper money and waved it in front of Cole. "What's this?"

The paper money drifted through my fingers like yellow snowflakes.

Cole said cautiously, "Brother, in Hong Kong, this is burned for the dead. I've seen it before."

"Burn it for the dead?" Richard's voice suddenly rose. "Are they cursing us?"

He flipped the cardboard box over, and the rest of the contents spilled out.

Another express delivery one rolled out, a double-ended one, pink, with raised dots on it.

The train carriage suddenly felt like a sex shop.

The subordinates in the front row couldn't help but glance back, then quickly turned back.

Richard stared at the double-ended thing and remained silent for three seconds.

Then he suddenly laughed.

It wasn't a happy laugh; it was a completely out-of-control laugh, on the verge of collapse.

"Fuck!" He slammed his fist on the back of the seat in front of him. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Cole huddled in a corner of his seat, too afraid to speak.

His subordinates also fell silent in fear.

Richard was panting heavily, veins bulging on his forehead.

He looked down at the carriage full of sex toys and paper money, gritting his teeth as he said, "The local gangs are so rude!"