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Dilu staggered from the blow, clutching the back of his head as he turned around and began to curse.

"Clap clap clap!"

Before he could finish speaking, three more pairs of flip-flops flew towards him, hitting his forehead, shoulder, and chest respectively.

Dilu was stunned by the beating. He covered his head and squatted on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

The commotion caught Luo Ji's attention.

He instinctively turned around, wanting to see what had happened.

But when he saw that there was nothing at his feet, his expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted sharply.

The travel bag containing 30 million is gone!

Luo Ji hurriedly ran around searching, but there was no sign of the travel bag anywhere.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his heart was pounding wildly.

Spicy!

The money is gone!

He suddenly raised his head and ran towards the direction from which the sound had come.

Dilu was terrified of being hit by the slippers, and it took her a long time before she dared to slowly raise her head.

He had just turned around when he realized that his travel bag was also gone.

Dilu almost fainted on the spot.

This is absolutely outrageous!

I've lost all my money, and I don't even know if the person who connected me to me was male or female. When I get back this time, Brother Chen will definitely skin me alive!

Just then, Luo Ji had already run up to Di Lu.

Although the park was dimly lit, he recognized Dilu at a glance.

Isn't this Han Chen's right-hand man?

"Is it you?"

Luo Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone filled with intense killing intent.

Dilu was startled, looked up and saw Luo Ji, and her heart skipped a beat.

"what?"

Without saying a word, Luo Ji took out a pistol from his waist and was about to grab Dilu back.

Kodilu was, after all, Han Chen's most capable leader, with extremely fast reflexes.

He immediately realized Luo Ji's intention, and before Luo Ji could make a move, he suddenly stepped forward and, with a move called "Monkey Steals the Peach," accurately hit the target.

"Ugh!"

Luo Ji let out a piercing scream, and the pistol in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

He clutched his groin with both hands, bent over in pain, and immediately reenacted Michael Jackson's classic pose.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Dilu picked up the pistol from the ground, turned and ran, quickly disappearing into the night in the park.

Luo Ji stared at Di Lu's departing figure with eyes wide open, tears streaming down his face from the pain.

He limped out of Victoria Park, still cursing under his breath.

"You...you bastard! I won't let you get away with this!"

……

Inside Han Chen's bar office in Tsim Sha Tsui.

In the dim light, Han Chen sat behind his desk, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

He held a cigar between his fingers, the ash already quite long, but he was completely unaware of it.

Dilu stood before him with her head down, trembling all over, not daring to even lift her head.

"You mean Luo Ji saw your face?"

Han Chen spoke slowly, his voice icy and chilling.

Dilu was startled and quickly answered.

"Brother Chen, I wasn't caught by him, and I didn't reveal what I was doing at Victoria Park the whole time."

"He probably doesn't know what I'm going there to do either."

"Please, for the sake of all the loyalty I've shown you over the years, forgive me this time!"

"I will be much more careful in the future!"

Han Chen sighed and waved his hand as he looked at how terrified the boy was.

"Forget it, it's not your fault. The other party was just too cunning."

"You can go out now and get some rest."

"Okay, okay!"

"Thank you, Brother Chen! Thank you, Brother Chen!"

Dilu felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly bowed and left the office, respectfully closing the door behind him.

Mary came out from the inner room, her face showing concern.

"Honey, what do we do now?"

"The money is gone, the other party hasn't been caught, and Luo Ji saw Dilu's face again. Ni Yongxiao will definitely suspect us."

"We can't wait any longer. Strike first, or you'll suffer the consequences."

"Why don't we join forces with Gandhi and Guohua now and directly rebel against the Ni family?"

"Otherwise, if Ni Yongxiao makes the first move, we're definitely doomed!"

Han Chen remained silent, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

After a moment, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes revealing a resolute look.

"You're right, we can't wait any longer."

"Gather all your henchmen, distribute the money in the safe, and tell them that if they succeed tonight, everyone will be richly rewarded!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the mobile phone on the table, turned around, and walked out of the office.

Upon seeing this, Mary smiled slightly.

However, just to be safe, she secretly took out her mobile phone and dialed Huang Zhicheng's number.

……

On the other side, at the Ni family villa.

Ni Yongxiao sat on the sofa with a blank expression, looking at Luo Ji standing in front of him.

Luo Ji's face was still somewhat pale, and his gait was a little unnatural.

He lowered his head, not daring to look Ni Yongxiao in the eye.

"How's it going?"

Ni Yongxiao asked calmly.

Luo Ji swallowed hard and forced himself to speak.

"Mr. Ni, I'm sorry, the money has been taken. I didn't see who it was."

"However, I ran into Han Chen's chief horseman, Dilu, in the park, and he was also carrying the exact same travel bag."

"Oh?"

Ni Yongxiao raised an eyebrow.

"Furthermore, on my way back, I unexpectedly found a briefcase in my car. I don't know who put it there."

As Luo Ji spoke, he took out a black briefcase from behind him and placed it on the coffee table.

He originally planned to contact Lu Qichang to have the briefcase tested.

However, Ni Yongxiao was pressing him too hard, calling one phone call after another, leaving him no time to hide the briefcase.

If I go back empty-handed, I won't lose my life, but it will be difficult to regain Ni Yongxiao's trust in the future.

So he could only slink back to the Ni family home, hand over the briefcase to Ni Yongxiao, and also tell them about his encounter with Dilu in the park.

"So, according to you, it was information that Dilu exchanged with you?"

Ni Yongxiao looked at the briefcase and asked slowly.

"Yes, Mr. Ni."

Luo Ji responded decisively, directly shifting the blame.

"But whether the person standing behind him is the murderer who killed Uncle Kun, I have no idea."

"Okay, I understand."

"You should go back now and get some rest."

Ni Yongxiao waved his hand.

"yes!"

Hearing that Ni Yongxiao was telling him to leave, Luo Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Ni Yongxiao wanted to look at the contents of the briefcase by himself.

After Luo Ji left, Ni Yongxiao reached for the briefcase on the coffee table and unlocked it.

Inside the briefcase were a thick stack of photos and a black videotape.

Ni Yongxiao picked up the photos and looked through them one by one.

The photos include pictures of Mary and Ni Kun together, and pictures of Mary and Huang Zhicheng embracing in a hotel room.