Chapter 631
Feng Yuxiu's ruthlessness: All were killed.
Shen Xue stood still.
Looking at the wooden door that was still swaying slightly.
The wind blowing in from outside carried the unique coolness of the walled village, a mixture of musty smells, spoiled food odors, and some other indescribable scent, and it hit her face.
She shivered.
She knew his temper.
Like a smelly, hard rock. Once she's made up her mind, nothing can change it.
But she was afraid.
Hong Kong is a melting pot of all sorts of people. Gangs, police, and those hidden masters whose true abilities are unknown.
He came from the mainland and was carrying the burden of Hong Ye's life.
Once exposed...
Shen Xue dared not think any further.
But what could she do?
She couldn't find a job. She couldn't earn a single penny. In this place where she had no relatives or friends and even a language barrier, she was like a duckweed, clinging tightly to Weng Haisheng, this increasingly fragile straw.
There was nothing she could do but watch helplessly as he headed towards an even more dangerous place.
She slowly walked to the stove.
The few green vegetables in the pot had long been charred and stuck to the bottom, emitting a burnt and bitter smell.
She looked at the charred mass.
Tears welled up again, falling in large drops into the cold iron pot.
"Zi la..."
The faint sound was quickly swallowed up by the silence outside.
the other side.
Weng Haisheng slammed the door shut and walked forward with his head down along the narrow alleyways of the city.
The alley was so narrow that only one person could pass at a time, and on both sides were densely packed, illegally constructed shacks, layer upon layer, blocking out the sky.
The electrical wires, like an ugly spider web, were tangled haphazardly overhead, with all sorts of suspicious dripping substances hanging down.
The ground was damp and muddy, piled with rotten vegetable leaves, empty cans, and garbage whose original form was unrecognizable.
The pungent stench was pervasive.
The rats scurried about in the shadows, making rustling noises, their green eyes occasionally flashing.
Most of the streetlights were broken, and the few that remained intact were covered with thick grease, casting a dim, yellowish light that barely illuminated the small patch of ground beneath our feet.
His shadow was stretched long and twisted, cast onto the filthy wall, moving with his steps like a silent and eerie ghost.
His hands were in his empty pockets, his brows were furrowed, and the scars on his face looked even more somber in the dim light.
Shen Xue's words were still echoing in his mind.
"I'm out of money..."
"rent……"
"Can't afford to eat..."
Every word was like a whip, lashing at his pitiful self-esteem.
He is a martial artist.
In his own perceived world, he was a chivalrous knight-errant.
How can a chivalrous person be like those ordinary people who are like ants, bowing and scraping, working and suffering for their daily meals?
That's so embarrassing.
How have great heroes made a living throughout history?
Robin Hood-like activities to help the poor.
Correct.
Robin Hood-like activities to help the poor.
This is what a true hero should do and the path he should take.
Those rich and heartless people plunder the people's wealth, oppress the good and kind, and the money in their pockets is stained with blood and filth.
The chivalrous hero took their ill-gotten gains, distributing some to the poor and keeping the rest for himself to support his chivalrous deeds.
It is justified.
Weng Haisheng touched his shrunken belly.
It was empty inside, and I was experiencing waves of excruciating pain.
He hasn't eaten anything properly all day. Yesterday, Shen Xue only cooked a small half-bowl of watery porridge, most of which ended up in his stomach; she only drank a few sips of rice water.
He still had the strength, but hunger, like a persistent carbuncle, gnawed at his will and burned away his pride.
"Oh shit……"
He muttered a curse under his breath, whether he was cursing his predicament or cursing his own outdated "knight-errant" obsession.
"I'm dirt poor myself, what kind of charity am I supposed to give to the poor!"
He kicked away an empty can at his feet, which rolled into a dark corner with a series of mournful clattering sounds.
"Rob the rich first! Solve our own hunger and cold later!"
The goal is clear.
The frustration in my heart seemed to have found an outlet.
Find a rich but heartless big shot.
Let's pull off a heist.
It would solve his immediate problems of rent and food, shut Shen Xue up, and also serve as a chivalrous act, preserving his reputation as a knight-errant.
Kill two birds with one stone.
He quickened his pace, navigating the maze-like alleyways of the walled city.
As you walk further out, the alleyways gradually widen, and you can begin to see the sky above, which is cut into thin strips.
The sounds of people, cars, and various other modern urban noises drifted in faintly.
Finally, he emerged from the heavy, filthy shadow of the walled city.
With each step, it felt like entering another world.
Suddenly, the view opened up before me, brightly lit.
Skyscrapers rise from the ground, their glass curtain walls reflecting dazzling neon lights, making people dizzy.
On the wide road, cars flowed like a river, their headlights drawing streams of light.
On the sidewalk, pedestrians hurried along, dressed smartly with shiny leather shoes, holding the latest mobile phones and chatting animatedly.
Huge billboards flashed, celebrities smiled flawlessly, and luxury brand logos gleamed.
The air was filled with the scents of perfume, food, and car exhaust, a complex and rich aroma that was completely different from the decaying atmosphere of the walled city.
A scene of extravagance and decadence, a prosperous and flourishing era.
Weng Haisheng stood on the side of the street, his tattered coat and mud-stained cloth shoes standing out from his surroundings.
Passersby cast their gazes.
Curious, examining the goods.
Disdainful, those who look at trash.
Disliked, avoiding the plague.
He straightened his back, ignoring those gazes, or rather, retorting with even greater indifference.
But his eyes, like those of a hawk, sharply scanned the traffic and people on the street.
Those who stepped out of the luxury cars were dressed in suits and their watches gleamed under the lights.
Those who emerged from upscale restaurants were adorned with jewels and spoke with an air of extravagance.
What are the goals?
Which ones are fat enough?
Which... seem to be rich but heartless?
He quickly filtered and judged them in his mind.
Even a chivalrous hero must act with a legitimate reason.
A target always needs some blemishes to justify its pursuit.
He wandered around the bustling streets for more than half an hour.
Finally, they stopped in front of an old beggar huddled in a street corner, wrapped in a tattered blanket.
He tossed over a few crumpled coins that were left.
"Hey, sir. I need to ask you something."
The old beggar raised his cloudy eyes, glanced at him, then quickly lowered his head again, clutching the coin tightly. "Where do the richest people in Hong Kong live? Especially... those with bad reputations, who may have done bad things."
The old beggar shrank back, seemingly reluctant to speak.
Weng Haisheng squatted down and stared at him.
He didn't speak, but the oppressive look in his eyes made the old beggar tremble even more violently.
"...the city...the suburbs...east...at the foot of the mountain..." the old beggar stammered, his voice muffled, "There...there's a huge manor...I heard...I heard it's even more beautiful than a palace...a big boss lives there...his business is huge...he has a stake in many...businesses in Hong Kong..."
"What's your name?" Weng Haisheng asked.
"No...we don't know his real name...we all call him...'Boss Yan'..."
"Boss Yan?" Weng Haisheng read it aloud, a cold smile curving his lips.
Listen to this, he's no pushover.
"A rich man who is heartless?" he pressed.
The old beggar's eyes darted around as he looked left and right. He lowered his voice, almost whispering, "I heard... I heard Old Li, the rickshaw puller, say... that his company was building a building... apparently... there was an accident... a worker was crushed to death... the compensation... was very little... and... some people say he... lends money at exorbitant interest rates... drove someone to their death... but... there's no evidence... he's very powerful..."
enough.
Weng Haisheng stood up.
These unfounded rumors were enough for him.
In his mind, he had already categorized this Boss Yan.
A greedy and heartless rat, a blood-sucking parasite.
It's only natural to rob such people.
He looked towards the east of the city, towards the area shrouded in night and mountain shadows.
Against the backdrop of flashing neon lights, the eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps.
The long scar on his face seemed to be slightly burning with excitement.
"It's him."
Following the directions given by passersby, Weng Haisheng walked towards the foot of the mountains on the outskirts of the city.
As night deepened, the streetlights became increasingly sparse.
The surroundings grew quieter and quieter, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional chirping of insects.
After walking for about an hour, Weng Haisheng finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.
From afar, he could see the magnificent manor.
The manor's walls are very high, more than two meters high.
The walls are also covered with barbed wire, and many surveillance cameras are mounted on them, monitoring everything around the manor from all angles without any blind spots.
The manor was brightly lit.
Through the gaps in the wall, one can see the magnificent villas inside, as well as spacious gardens, swimming pools, and even artificial hills and fountains.
In an era when some people can only afford to eat meat during the Lunar New Year, the life on this manor is unimaginable for ordinary people.
Several luxury cars, including Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Rolls-Royce, were parked at the entrance of the manor.
Each of those cars is something that ordinary people couldn't afford even after three generations of hard work. Weng Haisheng felt a pang of envy and jealousy.
Weng Haisheng quietly hid behind a large tree by the roadside, squinting and staring intently at the entrance of the manor and the surrounding environment, observing the movements inside.
He discovered that the manor was surrounded by bodyguards.
Each bodyguard was tall and strong, dressed in a black suit, wearing sunglasses, with walkie-talkies hanging from their ears and a pistol tucked into their waistband. Their eyes vigilantly scanned their surroundings, not missing a single movement.
Moreover, there is a bodyguard every fifty meters.
There were also many patrolling bodyguards walking back and forth.
The security was tight; sneaking into the manor unnoticed was practically impossible.
Although Weng Haisheng was a martial arts fanatic with exceptional skills, ordinary bodyguards were no match for him.
But he's not an idiot either.
He knew perfectly well how powerful the pistol was.
No matter how skilled he is, he can't stop a bullet.
If he dares to rush forward rashly, he will definitely be shot dead on the spot by those bodyguards, without even a chance to resist.
"Damn, the security is so tight?"
Weng Haisheng couldn't help but curse inwardly, his brows furrowing deeply. "At this rate, there's no way we can get in and rob the money. Are we just going to give up like this? No, absolutely not! I promised Shen Xue I'd earn money for her, and I can't just give up like this!"
He observed for a while longer, and gradually came up with an idea.
To rob the rich and help the poor, you don't necessarily have to sneak into the manor.
All you need to do is find a lone bodyguard or a wealthy person alone, and then make your move.
That way, it's both safe and achieves the goal.
So, Weng Haisheng took a deep breath, suppressed his impatience, and quickly darted into the nearby woods.
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Meanwhile, inside the manor, a lively dinner party was in full swing.
The villa's hall was brightly lit and decorated in a magnificent style.
The walls were covered with many valuable paintings and calligraphy, and the floor was covered with a thick carpet that was soft and gentle to the touch, making no sound at all.
In the middle of the hall, there was a long dining table.
The table was laden with all sorts of delicacies from land and sea, fine wines and dishes, as well as plenty of fresh fruit, all emitting a wonderful aroma.
Many people were sitting around the dining table.
There were big bosses and entrepreneurs from Hong Kong, as well as some gang leaders.
Everyone was dressed in smart clothes, holding a glass of red wine, drinking and chatting, laughing and joking, creating a very lively atmosphere.
Jiang Tianyang sat next to Xiahou Wu, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, with a faint smile on his face, looking very gentle.
"Master Xia, don't be so tense, relax a bit. This is a wealthy man's estate, it's very safe, there's no need to be so vigilant."
He paused, then continued, "As you know, the Hong Kong police operate on a policy of high salaries to prevent corruption. Most of their funding comes from these tycoons. These tycoons are the richest people in Hong Kong, and they have very good relationships with the police. If anything happens at the manor, just one phone call and a large number of police officers will arrive to provide support within a minute. There will absolutely be no problems, so don't worry."
The reason why Jiang Tianyang was so polite and enthusiastic to Xiahou Wu was not because he truly admired Xiahou Wu.
It was because he had received orders from Jiang Zhongtian to bring Xiahou Wu under his command.
Xiahou Wu is a master of the He Yi Sect, and his martial arts skills are extremely formidable.
Moreover, He Yi Men has cultivated many disciples over the years, who are now spread throughout Hong Kong.
If we can bring Xiahou Wu over, along with the disciples of the He Yi Sect, it would be enough to largely make up for the losses suffered by the Dong Ying Gang after Hong Ye's death.
It should be noted that the Tung Ying gang used to be a notorious triad in Hong Kong, known for its constant violence and wickedness.
However, in recent years, with the development of the times, Dongying has gradually transformed into a listed company.
They no longer value grudges and feuds, or the code of honor among江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) as they used to.
What they value most now is profit.
As long as it makes money, I'm willing to do anything and make friends with anyone.
This is why the Tung Ying gang went to great lengths to seek revenge after Hung Yip's affair, causing quite a stir.
But not long after, they vanished without a trace.
Jiang Zhongtian knew that no one but the government had the ability to cause such a situation, and no one dared to take action against the Dongying gang.
Moreover, after Hong Ye's death, the Dongying gang lost many of its top fighters, suffering heavy losses.
The troops stationed in Hong Kong did not react at all; they neither investigated nor inquired about the matter.
This already speaks volumes; the authorities tacitly approved of this happening.
They dared not continue causing trouble and had to quickly rein themselves in to avoid getting burned.
Xiahou Wu listened to Jiang Tianyang's words and nodded silently.
His face remained expressionless, and he did not speak.
Jiang Tianyang saw that he still didn't speak, but he wasn't angry.
With a faint smile still on his face, he continued, "Master Xia, I've already had people investigate your junior sister Shan Ying's matter. I've sent many people to search for her in every corner of Hong Kong. As you know, Hong Kong isn't a small place, but it's not very big either; it's quite easy to hide someone there. Perhaps we'll find news of your junior sister in a few days."
When Shan Ying was mentioned, Xiahou Wu's body stiffened slightly. A hint of pain and anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
Jiang Tianyang saw it all.
He smiled, his tone slightly seductive, "But Master Xia, you don't need to be too sad. Even if you can't find your junior sister, it's alright. Look at that..."
As he spoke, Jiang Tianyang pointed to the entrance of the hall. Looking in the direction Jiang Tianyang was pointing...
Xiahou Wu saw that there was a row of more than twenty women standing at the entrance of the hall in the distance.
Every woman is beautiful, with a slender figure, wearing sexy clothes, and with exquisite makeup, making her look very charming.
Even the very first few are Hong Kong's top female stars.
I usually only see them on TV; I never expected to see them here. (End of Chapter)