Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

After Chen Fei took the five female artists away.

Ya Zi's gaze swept over the people in the private room one by one.

These four men, who were just moments ago impeccably dressed and pontificating, now looked like wilted eggplants, their faces drained of all color.

She clapped her hands: "Gentlemen, Councilor Lee can't walk on his own. Could you please help carry him?"

Nobody moved.

The four men stood motionless in place, like four wooden stakes.

Wang Jianjun threw out the body bag, then pulled out his gun and cocked it with a click.

"lift!"

Old Zhou was the first to react.

It wasn't because he was brave, but because he had already fired the shot and there was no turning back.

He bent down and grabbed Li Guomin's left ankle. The leather shoe was slippery, and it took him a couple of tries to get a firm grip.

Xiang Zhenbang also hardened his heart, bent down, and grabbed his right ankle.

Liang Jinrong and Gao Shichang exchanged a glance, one raising his left hand and the other his right.

Li Guomin's head was tilted back, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes wide open.

The four men put him into a body bag and carried him like a freshly slaughtered pig, swaying as they walked towards the door.

Outside the back door of the clubhouse, there is a narrow alley. At the end of the alley, there is a street lamp with a beam protruding from it, just big enough to hang things.

"Let's go there." Yako pointed casually.

Four men carried the body over and, under Lao Zhou's direction, put Li Guomin on the ground.

Xiang Zhenbang bent over, supporting himself on his knees, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat: "I... I can't do this..."

"You think you can handle this?" Ya Zi said coldly. "Aren't you good friends? It's only right to see a good friend off on his final journey. If you won't see him off, I will."

"No, no, I can do it, I can definitely do it!" Xiang Zhenbang hurriedly begged for mercy.

Old Zhou, on the other hand, was much calmer. He looked up at the lamppost.

He asked, "Do you have any rope?"

Clearly, the fact that Li Guomin slept with his wife greatly shocked him.

Wang Jianjun threw out a bundle of rope.

The gun was always pointed at the four men.

Old Zhou took off his coat, spat on his hands, and then huffed and puffed as he climbed up the lamppost.

The climbing speed was very fast, possibly due to the influence of adrenaline.

In no time, he climbed to the top, threaded one end of the rope through the crossbeam, and swung it down.

Gao Shichang, who was below, took the rope and quickly tied a sturdy lasso.

After Lao Zhou landed, the four of them worked together to lift the body up and tied the rope around Li Guomin's body.

Then they all huffed and puffed as they pulled the rope together.

Ya Zi took photos throughout the entire process.

Li Guomin's body slowly lifted off the ground, swaying and rising, the dim streetlights shining on his head, as if he were ascending to heaven.

The body was raised to the bottom of the crossbeam, and Old Zhou secured the rope to the iron hoop of the lamppost and tied a knot.

Li Guomin hung there under the dim streetlight, the yellow light pouring down from behind his head, creating a soft halo around his head, making him look somewhat like Jesus.

Unfortunately, Jesus could not save him.

Because Chen Fei said he would hang him from a street lamp.

Ya Zi used her camera to capture the bodies of Lao Zhou and Li Guomin, who were suspended in mid-air, on film.

Take a few more photos of Li Guomin's body separately.

He then put away his camera and said, "You've all worked hard. Now it's time to go home and get some sleep. As for the cause of Li Guomin's death, I'll teach you how to give a unified statement."

It's nothing more than Li Guomin offending someone, so he was shot and killed by unknown people who stormed into the banquet.

Despite the numerous loopholes, as long as Lao Zhou and his associates do not want to go to jail, they must stick to this one point.

After giving a thorough explanation, he sent these people away.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhou felt as if he had been spared from death and hurriedly left as fast as he could.

At almost the same time, a consensus formed in their minds.

Better to mess with the King of Hell than with Chen Fei.

Having been around for so many years, they've seen all kinds of people.

But I've never seen anyone like Chen Fei, who said he would hang Li Guomin from a street lamp and actually did.

And he didn't even have to lift a finger; it was a case of using someone else to do the dirty work.

These people, who were once high and mighty, became the knife in his hand in the blink of an eye.

Just thinking about it makes their scalps tingle.

This young man is extremely vicious!

After the others left, Ya Zi looked at Wang Jianjun: "Let's deal with the details first and confirm the statements."

She trained in England and knows how to handle these details.

……

Chen Fei's home in Kennedy Road.

Michelle, Wei Qiuhua, and the other three huddled in the corner of the sofa, like five mice cornered by a cat, none of them daring to move or speak.

Chen Fei picked up a bottle of wine from the coffee table, poured himself a glass, glanced at the five women, and then raised the bottle: "Would you like some?"

No one answered.

Michelle shook her head, the movement so small it was almost imperceptible.

"Don't be nervous." Chen Fei took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his chair. "I'm not a bad person."

Upon hearing this, the group felt as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.

They forced so many of us to kill a congressman, yet they still keep saying they're not bad people.

As if reading their minds, Chen Fei continued, "Are you trying to say that I forced you to kill people and that you're not bad people? But you fired the guns yourselves, and you killed Li Guomin yourselves. I just lent you a few guns."

Wei Qiuhua raised her eyes and glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head again.

"Let's not talk about that." Chen Fei put down his wine glass. "Let's get to know each other first. My name is Chen Fei, and I run a magazine publishing house, as you all probably know. Although I know who you are, I'd rather hear it from you yourselves."

Wei Qiuhua and the other four people looked at each other in bewilderment.

For a moment, I couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

Michelle spoke first, her voice a little dry: "I am Michelle."

"I am Carol Cheng."

"Wei Qiuhua".

"Hello Mr. Chen, my name is Wen Liumei," said the woman in the white lace top.

The girl in the red dress followed up, saying, "My name is Yu An'an."

Chen Fei smiled slightly: "Do you know why I wanted to keep you here?"

"Mr. Chen, just tell us what you want us to do," Michelle said. "No need to beat around the bush."

"I like straightforward people, because I am a straightforward person." Chen Fei leaned back in his chair. "Besides, I've never been a gentleman. I only have two major virtues: greed and lust. So tonight I want to test my kidneys. You guys are all smart enough to understand what I mean."

Michelle and the others looked at each other, but none of them took the initiative to step forward.

"In that case, I'll conduct a blind selection." Chen Fei stood up, walked to the group, and said, "You all line up and kneel down. Each of you will do thirty repetitions. Whoever I finish with can go home first. Is that fair?"

That's what they say.

But these people have experienced so much tonight, completely overturning everything they've ever encountered before.

All of them were completely exhausted, both mentally and physically.

My thoughts just stopped working, my spirit completely collapsed, and my brain shut down.

So after the first round of activities...

Some people fell asleep first and couldn't remember whether it was thirty or fifty.

In the end, it became even more unclear from whom Chen Fei received the credit.

The wheel spun for half the night.

Chen Fei also fell asleep.

The next morning, Li Guomin's body was discovered.

"Murder!"

A scream shattered the silence of the alley in the early morning.

Within twenty minutes, three police cars arrived with sirens blaring.

When the officer leading the team got out of the car and saw the hanging corpse, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Put it down first."

Several police officers slowly laid the body down.

More and more onlookers gathered, craning their necks to peer inside the cordon.

The forensic doctor crouched down, gave a cursory examination of the body, and then gave his findings: "There are gunshot wounds on the body. Although there are ligature marks on the neck, the cause of death is gunshot. The estimated time of death is between 10 PM and midnight last night..."

They then found some of Li Guomin's identification documents.

Comparing the body to the deceased, he read aloud, "The deceased is Li Guomin, um, a Legislative Council member..."

These words were clearly heard by several onlookers in the front row.

"Li Guomin? Is that the Representative Li?"

"Which Representative Lee? The one exposed in 'Black Gold' magazine? What, you haven't even read 'Black Gold'?"

"My God, who killed him and hung him on a street lamp? What kind of deep hatred could there be? Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but hanging him up in public is to make sure everyone sees it."

"Serves him right, this kind of person should be hanged from a street lamp."

"..."

The discussion spread like ripples on water, and more and more people joined in.

Some people gloated, while others enjoyed watching the spectacle.

Although this alley is not in a bustling area, it is not some remote corner either.

The murderer dared to hang the person here, clearly not afraid of being seen, or even deliberately wanting to be seen.

As everyone was discussing it.

Chen Fei, who was inside the room, had just turned over. He groggily reached out and touched the side, where he felt a smooth arm. He then placed his hand on it without any qualms and continued to sleep.

Everyone slept until after nine in the morning before waking up one after another.

Chen Fei was also woken up by the noise.

Facing the group of people with varying expressions, he spoke first:

"I'm a straightforward person, so I speak directly."

"Being my woman means enjoying rank but not hardship, and besides, you don't want me to snitch on you, right?"