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Meanwhile, inside the Ni family villa, a heavy silence prevailed.

Ni Yongxiao dragged his tired body back to the villa at 2:30 a.m.

He was busy all day, dealing with his father Ni Kun's funeral and keeping the Tsim Sha Tsui Five in check. He didn't even have time to eat a hot meal.

The living room of the villa was brightly lit, and several trusted bodyguards were standing at the door waiting for him.

Upon seeing Ni Yongxiao and Luo Ji enter, everyone immediately bowed slightly.

"Mr. Ni!"

Ni Yongxiao waved his hand, his face showing undisguised fatigue, and his voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Go back and rest, everyone. We have a lot to do tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Ni!"

Luo Ji and the others responded, bowed slightly again, then turned and quietly left the villa, closing the door behind them.

In the large living room, only Ni Yongxiao remained.

He took off his gray-white suit jacket, tossed it onto the sofa, and then sat down wearily.

A huge family photo hangs on the wall of the living room; the photo was taken last year on Ni Kun's birthday.

Ni Kun sat in the middle, wearing a white shirt, with a dignified smile on his face.

Ni Yongxiao stood to his father's left, dressed in a sharp suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking gentle and refined.

Beside him were his older brother, older sister, younger brother, and other family members, each with a smile on their face.

Ni Yongxiao looked at his father in the photo, his expression becoming complicated.

He reached out and gently stroked Ni Kun's face in the photo, lost in deep thought.

Who killed Dad?

Tonight, he met with the Gang of Five from Tsim Sha Tsui.

Gandhi, Guohua, Black Ghost, Wenzheng, and Han Chen.

Judging from their attitudes, everyone seemed deeply saddened by their father's death and vowed to help find the murderer.

But Ni Yongxiao knew these people too well; they were all cunning old foxes who would betray their principles for personal gain, and you couldn't trust the expressions on their faces at all.

However, judging from their reaction, it doesn't seem like they did it alone.

Could it be that these people conspired with outsiders to kill my father?

Ni Yongxiao felt a growing headache as he thought about it. He rubbed his throbbing temples and leaned back on the sofa.

The fatigue from days of hard work and immense mental stress left him exhausted, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep on the sofa.

At 7:30 the next morning, sunlight streamed into the living room through the gaps in the curtains.

Ni Hong came downstairs and saw Ni Yongxiao sleeping on the sofa. She walked over to him with a pained expression.

"Ah-Xiao, wake up, it's time to get up."

Ni Yongxiao suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze still filled with confusion.

A few seconds later, he came to his senses, sat up, and rubbed his eyes.

"What time is it?"

"It's eight o'clock. Today you need to go to the funeral home to arrange Dad's funeral. Everyone is waiting for you."

Ni Hong said.

Ni Yongxiao nodded, stood up and stretched, his bones making a "crackling" sound.

He went into the bathroom and washed his face with cold water; the icy water instantly sobered him up.

The man in the mirror was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, but his gaze was unusually sharp.

Ni Yongxiao straightened his clothes, then left the villa with his family and headed to the funeral home.

The funeral home was bustling with people, all dressed in black mourning clothes.

Despite his grief, Ni Yongxiao calmly and methodically arranged all the affairs.

Just as he was discussing the funeral procession with the head of the funeral home, the cell phone in the hand of his henchman behind him suddenly rang.

Who would call at this time?

Ni Yongxiao frowned, took the mobile phone handed to him by his younger brother, and pressed the answer button.

"Feed? Who is that?"

A voice, altered by a voice changer, came from the other end of the phone. It was hoarse and eerie, making it impossible to tell if the person was male, female, young, or old.

"Mr. Ni, you don't need to care who I am."

"What you should care about is who killed Ni Kun!"

These words struck Ni Yongxiao like a thunderclap.

His pupils contracted slightly, and he tightened his grip on the mobile phone.

He lowered his voice, his tone trembling slightly.

"If you know who killed my father, I'll give you whatever money you want!"

A cold laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"Hehe, talking to smart people is so easy."

"At 8 PM tonight, bring HK$30 million to Victoria Park, under the statue of Queen Victoria."

"Don't bring anyone with you, and don't call the police, otherwise you'll never know the truth."

The call was abruptly disconnected as soon as he finished speaking, and a busy tone came from the mobile phone.

Ni Yongxiao stood still, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

This person better not lie to me, or his whole family will be doomed!

……

Meanwhile, in a sea-view suite at the Cheung Chau Warwick Hotel.

Ou Yongen had just gotten up and was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Lin Bei, who was sitting on the sofa, hung up the phone, a smug smile playing on his lips.

He walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked out at the shimmering sea.

"We need to make the most of the intelligence; there's still one sucker we can trick."

He muttered something to himself, then picked up his mobile phone and dialed another number.

The phone rang a few times before being answered, and a woman's languid voice came through.

"Feed? Who?"

Lin Bei chuckled and said in a teasing tone.

"Moshi moshi! Sister Mary, what are you doing?"

"Hehe, you don't recognize me, but I do recognize you."

"And they know everything you've done..."

Upon hearing this, Mary's expression changed drastically.

She was sitting on the sofa painting her nails when she heard this, and the nail polish brush in her hand fell to the ground with a "smash," spilling red nail polish all over the floor.

"I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Mary's voice trembled slightly, but she tried to remain calm.

"Oh? You're still pretending?"

Lin Bei's tone turned cold.

"I have not only photos of Lau Kin-ming assassinating Ngai Kwan, but also photos of you and Wong Chi-shing rolling around together..."

"Ah! Who are you?"

Mary completely broke down and screamed.

She jumped up from the sofa, her heart pounding and her palms sweating profusely.

"Who I am is not important; what matters is whether you can satisfy me!"

Lin Bei's voice was like a devil's whisper, slowly eroding Mary's heart.

"You don't want the fact that you sent someone to assassinate Ni Kun to be exposed, do you?"

"If Ni Yongxiao finds out the truth, you, Han Chen, and your old flame Huang Zhicheng will all be dead without a trace!"

Mary took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

She knew that since the other party could say these things, they must have solid evidence.

There's no point in fighting him head-on now; we can only try to keep him calm for now.

"Tell me, how can you keep my secret?"

Mary's tone softened considerably, with a hint of pleading.