Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

Zhao Yazhi remained silent for a while before saying, "I'm going to divorce him."

"Okay, we'll have to separate sooner or later anyway," Chen Fei said. "The sooner we can resolve this, the better. You can move to my place later."

Although he rarely talks about feelings, he cannot tolerate someone surnamed Huang hitting his child.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Adam Cheng and several crew members arrived in a hurry.

Chen Fei stopped talking.

After everyone entered the ward, they showed Zhao Yazhi all sorts of concern and care.

Zhao Yazhi forced a smile, indicating that she was fine, but needed to rest today.

Everyone expressed their understanding, saying that they could go back and film other scenes first, and then reshoot today's scenes after Zhao Yazhi recovered.

Chen Fei called Zheng Shaoqiu aside.

"Mr. Chen, what's wrong?" Adam Cheng asked, puzzled.

Chen Fei explained, "Mr. Qiu, I know that Miss Shen has always been straightforward, and you are often embroiled in scandals."

Upon hearing this, Adam Cheng looked somewhat embarrassed.

Chen Fei continued, "When you get back, you must make it clear to Miss Shen that Miss Zhao is pregnant, but it has nothing to do with you, so that the media won't report things indiscriminately and cause Miss Shen to misunderstand."

"Huh?" Adam Cheng looked shocked. "She's pregnant? Mr. Chen, don't worry, Ah-Chi and I are partners, and there's been no inappropriate behavior between us. I'll explain it to her when we get back."

After discussing the matter, Adam Cheng returned to his ward and, on the grounds that Zhao Yazhi needed to rest, took the crew members back with him.

As for Zhao Yazhi, she didn't want to stay in the ward either, so Chen Fei simply took her to his room.

Anyway, it wasn't her first time here.

As for her wanting a divorce, she can definitely find a good lawyer to help her resolve the issue.

If she goes back, and the man surnamed Huang wants to have marital relations with her, he'll feel like he's being cuckolded.

……

in the afternoon.

Inside a coffee shop.

Yako was holding a cup of coffee, and Cyril was sitting opposite her.

"Meiko..."

"Please call me by my full name, Ms. Le Huiyao, or you can call me by my title, President Le." Ya Zi's tone was very unpleasant.

Because she remembered how this foreigner had treated her half a month ago.

Cyril said sincerely, "I admit that my tone last time was a bit impulsive, but there was a reason for it. So many police officers died in Gao Yingpei's villa, and I was under a lot of pressure. I hope you can understand."

"Alright, why did you summon me so urgently this time? Is there some new instruction?" Yako asked.

Cyril said, "There are still no leads on Li Guomin's death, and the higher-ups are very unhappy. So I wanted to ask you, have you found anything out during this time?"

"What can I possibly find out? I'm already completely bogged down by those company matters. I thought if you helped me, I could free up some time to investigate, but because of your excuses, I have to waste my time dealing with those official duties."

Yako's tone was harsh. "Do you really think that if I infiltrate a criminal organization and don't participate in the crimes, they'll trust me? They'll accept me as one of their own?"

Faced with Ya's aggressive questioning, Cyril suppressed his anger and said, "I admit it's difficult to infiltrate his core in such a short time, but hasn't he shown anything unusual about himself?"

Ya Zi shook her head and said, "No, even the company's funds are from legitimate sources. As for those newsstands and such, before he got involved, they weren't clean either; they were all obtained through extortion."

"Then why did Zhou Qixian and the others suddenly side with him?" Cyril asked.

"Maybe he has dirt on these people. Do you think everyone is clean?" Yako said. "If he does anything unusual, I will definitely report it to you."

"OK!" Cyril finally heard a satisfactory answer and continued, "You're right, it's not easy for an undercover agent to gain the trust of a target, so I've devised a perfect plan to ensure you're accepted as one of his own."

"What plan?"

Cyril said, "In two weeks, the Cointreau Hotel will host an exhibition of Tsarist jewels. Every piece of jewelry on display is priceless. Criminals from all over Southeast Asia will flock here like sharks smelling blood, but there will be very few who actually have the means to steal them."

"If anyone wants to steal those jewels, they will never succeed with their bare hands. We have already taken down most of the arms dealers in Hong Kong. At that time, multiple police departments will also increase patrols, and they will only be able to purchase them locally."

At this point, Cyril leaned forward and lowered his voice, "I'll spread the word that Chen Fei has the goods, and then the robbers will come to him to buy weapons."

"Do you really think Chen Fei is an arms dealer?" Ya Zi asked.

Actually, she had been thinking about this issue for a while.

Because the MP5 Chen Fei gave her that day had just been issued to the military, and it was almost impossible to find it on the black market.

Moreover, she had sufficient reason to believe that the standard weapons found at Jiang Tiansheng's nightclub were framed by Chen Fei.

But how did Chen Fei obtain those standard-issue weapons?

Could it really be related to someone in the military?

Cyril's tone suddenly turned sour. "Even if he's not an arms dealer, he's a disreputable magazine publisher. Look at all the things he's exposed, how much trouble he's caused us. Now the public thinks all the officers in our police force are idiots."

He grew increasingly agitated as he spoke, "He has seriously crossed the line for our police force and the Hong Kong government. If there is even the slightest bit of solid evidence, I will immediately arrest him and make him stay in Stanley until he dies!"

Ya Zi quickly went over every aspect of the plan in her mind.

The plan itself was not complicated: robbers, transaction, full surveillance, and on-the-spot arrest.

This is standard operating procedure for the police.

The problem is that Cyril oversimplified things.

Chen Fei is not the kind of person who can be easily tricked.

He could turn Lao Zhou, Xiang Zhenbang and his gang into his henchmen in one night with just a notebook, get them to kill Li Guomin and help him hang him on a street lamp, and be completely unprepared for an arms deal that came knocking on his door.

Seeing that Yako didn't speak, Cyril asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering how well these robbers you arranged are acting." Ya Zi looked up. "Chen Fei is very shrewd. If the robbers show even the slightest flaw, it won't just be me who dies, your entire operation will be ruined."

Cyril smiled and said, "They are genuine robbers, each with a long history of bad deeds, the kind who would be a waste of air just to be alive."

Then, changing the subject, "But in the next few days, someone will be dissatisfied with Chen Fei's revelations and will arrange for a gunman to kill him, and you will need to take a bullet for him."

The buds stopped stirring the coffee abruptly.

Cyril continued, "Of course, the gunman was a professional sniper. Even though he used live bullets, he wouldn't hit any vital organs; at most, he'd bleed a little."

"You want me to take a bullet just to act in this play?" Yako's murderous intent surged.

She was already unhappy about being assigned to be an undercover agent, and Cyril's angry rebuke at the time made her decide to go with Chen Fei to hang Li Guomin.

Now this damn foreigner is going to shoot her too!

At most, it'll just be a little blood?

Is this even human language?

Chen Fei is right. Those damned foreigners who care about the lives of their subordinates and only care about their own merits should be hanged on lampposts.

"It's not for acting," Cyril corrected. "It's to make Chen Fei believe that you would never betray him in your life. Think about it, a woman suddenly standing in front of him and taking a bullet for him—that kind of trust is more effective than you doing a hundred data compilations or holding a hundred meetings."

"Do we really have to shoot?" Yako asked, barely suppressing her anger.

“You can choose not to accept,” Cyril said, “but if you don’t accept this plan, you will never be able to enter Chen Fei’s inner circle. He will always treat you as an outsider, you will never get evidence of his crimes, and we will never be able to catch him.”

"If we carry out this plan, whether he's selling weapons, robbing jewelry, or doing anything else, he'll inevitably take you with him. Then we'll be able to bring this guy who's interfering with police investigations and colluding with corrupt officials to justice."

Yako stared at the coffee cup in front of her, remaining silent for a long time.

He then slowly asked, "What time and what place?"

"Three days from now. As for the specific location, I will tell you six hours before the operation. You only need to remember one thing..." Cyril stared intently into Yako's eyes, "That shot must hit you. Only in this way will Chen Fei completely trust you."

After Cyril, that damned foreigner, left, Yako picked up her now-cold coffee and drank it all in one gulp.

Are you a real robber?

I'll blow you up too!