Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

These words stunned everyone present.

Then, as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Let us kill each other?" David Kwong suddenly burst out laughing. "Are you out of your mind? Me, a senior prosecutor from the Department of Justice, you're treating me like a murderer?"

Brant Wood joined in the laughter: "Do you think you're making a movie? Deciding our lives so casually?"

McLean then leaned back tactically: "Young man, you probably don't understand your situation. We are the most powerful group of people in Hong Kong. What you have can at most force us to retire early. You think you can make us fight each other? You're too green."

The others joined in the laughter, their laughter filled with condescending contempt.

Chen Fei also laughed out loud.

Everyone was laughing happily.

Even Henry, who knew only a little about him, laughed.

The laughter lasted for at least ten seconds before gradually subsiding.

Chen Fei then spoke:

"Calling you 'sir' is an honor, but if I didn't, you wouldn't even be considered a dog."

After saying that, he threw a revolver onto the coffee table.

"I was serious just now. Of the six of you, only one can live. You decide who lives."

Everyone stared intently at the loaded gun.

But no one moved.

Moreover, no one believed that Chen Fei would shoot and kill himself.

Chen Fei added, "88 Repulse Bay Road."

McLean's pupils contracted slightly.

"Mr. McLean, you have a swimming pool in your backyard, the tiles around the pool are blue, and your wife goes to the clubhouse to play tennis every night at eight o'clock..."

"Are you threatening me?" McLean interrupted him, his voice cold.

Chen Fei ignored him and looked at David Kwong: "Block A, 12th Floor, 17 Bowen Road, Mid-Levels. Your wife goes to Central for facials every Wednesday afternoon. The woman you're keeping lives in is Block E, 7th Floor, the apartment opposite Hang Lung Centre in Causeway Bay."

"Mr. Brandt lives at 45 Shek O Road. You go out for a run every morning at 6:30, running three kilometers along Shek O Road and then turning back."

Brant Wood narrowed his eyes. "What are you trying to say? Even a postman could know my home address!"

Chen Fei ignored him and looked at Peng Guodong again, "28 Clear Water Bay Road, Sai Kung. Every Sunday you go back to Ping Shan, Yuen Long to see your elderly mother. From the village entrance to her doorstep, you have to go through a narrow alley."

"Mr. Tse Chi-ho, you live at 55 Shan Tsuen Road, Happy Valley. The old man who guards you downstairs collects a red packet of 500 dollars from you on the first of every month."

Chen Fei looked at Henry, "This is 112 Repulse Bay Road. The canopy of that banyan tree at the entrance faces your second-floor master bedroom window, right?"

Henry said coldly, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Chen Fei smiled slightly and said, "I have been inside each of your homes. I have seen your bedrooms, studies, and safes. I have taken pictures of the things in your safes. By the way, my photography skills are very good, to the point of being well-versed in both Chinese and Western photography."

A hint of emotion finally appeared on the faces of the six people.

Chen Fei continued, "But that's not the point. The point is that I've deployed a large number of heavy weapons in each of your homes, such as mortars, rocket launchers, and heavy machine guns. The firing range of each position has been calibrated, and they are all aimed at the Governor's House."

Upon hearing this, McKlain's eyes widened in shock: "Are you crazy?!"

"Are you kidding me?" David Kwong sneered. "Do you think you're a weapons manufacturer? Or an armory?"

"Young people these days are so arrogant," Peng Guodong remarked sarcastically.

Henry's expression was grave, though he had always suspected that the heavy weapons that had appeared belonged to Chen Fei, but he had no evidence.

Now that he heard Chen Fei say this, he became even more convinced of his guess.

Chen Fei ignored their mockery.

He nodded to Yazi.

Yazi walked to the window and pulled back the heavy curtains.

In an instant, everyone in the living room saw an M2HB Browning heavy machine gun mounted in the villa's garden.

The gun was jet black, with a thick, long barrel, and a golden ammunition belt hanging down from it, gleaming coldly under the light.

Moreover, there was a cold-blooded man holding it in both hands, ready to fire at any moment.

What's even more unsettling about voting is that there were several mortars at that guy's feet!

"That machine gun is currently aimed at the Governor's yacht on the sea, and the Governor is drinking champagne on the yacht right now. As you all know, the M2HB has an effective range of 1,800 meters. The straight-line distance from here to the Governor's yacht is less than 1,500 meters."

McLean rushed to the window and pressed his face against the glass to look outside.

His lips were trembling, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

That's the real deal!

It's definitely not a prop used in a movie!

The others, seeing that this was no joke, were on tenterhooks.

What kind of ruthless person is this?

They actually wanted to shoot at the Governor of Hong Kong?

This guy can't possibly be just an ordinary magazine businessman, can he?

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, Chen Fei said, "The gun is now off safety. With just one command, over a thousand bullets will be fired within half a minute, and mortars will also be launched. The Governor's yacht and he himself will be riddled with bullets."

He spread his arms out, as if displaying a work of art.

"Furthermore, someone in your home will fire wildly at the surrounding police stations or key units, and then the whole of Hong Kong will know that you did it, because the machine guns and mortars are in Henry's villa garden, in your home."

At this point, Chen Fei looked at everyone and said, "Now, who still thinks I'm joking?"

If this is a joke, then it's an absolutely huge joke.

Everyone swallowed hard!

This person's skill in framing others is truly amazing!

They even have weapons like heavy machine guns and mortars at their disposal!

Such an unusual method of threat sent chills down the spines of even these high-ranking officials.

Chen Fei suddenly pulled out a revolver and slammed it on the table.

Snapped!

A muffled thud drew everyone's attention, and six bullets gleamed bronze inside the magazine.

"I don't like wasting time." Chen Fei raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. "Within three minutes, if anyone is willing to kill the others and join me, he lives, and the others die; after three minutes, if no one has made a move, I will order the firing."

He lowered his hands and looked at them.

"start."

The second hand ticked away.

Everyone's minds raced.

Everyone was thinking about their own way out.

If what Chen Fei said is true, that they could set up a large number of heavy weapons in their homes and then suddenly open fire, even if they hold high positions, the consequences would be unbearable for them.

So everyone's eyes fell on the gun on the table.

Peng Guodong suddenly lunged at the gun.

But McLean was faster than him, not because older people react faster, but because he was closer to the gun.

But the moment his fingers touched the gun handle, Peng Guodong grabbed his wrist.

The two instantly wrestled together, knocking over the table and shattering bottles all over the floor.

This scene startled several women nearby, who screamed in shock!

suddenly!

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out!

No one knows whose finger pulled the trigger, but the bullet pierced the ceiling, and shards of the chandelier crashed down.