The Big Boss Enters the Game

Deep inside Government House.

One exclusive VIP room is vacant year-round and is used exclusively to accommodate top executives from the UK stationed in Hong Kong.

The heavy, blackout velvet curtains were layered and tightly closed.

The airtight fabric completely shut out the neon lights and bustling nightlife of Hong Kong Island outside the window.

The room was dimly lit and oppressive, the air heavy and stagnant, with no sense of openness.

Luxurious and exquisite Persian plush carpets cover the entire house.

Stepping on it is so quiet that even the sound of your footsteps will be completely absorbed.

Henry Keswick, who was always so debonair and elegant, had lost all the composure and dignity of an English aristocrat.

His custom-made suit was wrinkled and clung to his body, looking disheveled.

His once-straight collar was askew and loose, his hair greasy and messy, making him look disheveled and downcast.

He was like an old lion trapped in a cage, at his wit's end.

Anxiety, fear, rage, terror—a myriad of emotions intertwined and entangled.

He paced back and forth rapidly on the large carpet of the guest room.

The heavy leather shoes rolled over the soft suede, each step carrying a frenzied urge to spiral out of control.

The anger and fear that had been building up in my heart were about to break through the shackles of reason.

In the quiet air of the guest room, only his heavy, rapid breathing echoed endlessly.

Suddenly, he grabbed the old-fashioned landline phone on the table.

The fingertips turned white from the force, the knuckles taut and bulging, and the veins faintly visible.

The moment the receiver was pressed against his ear, his suppressed rage erupted completely.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Keswick lowered his voice, but still couldn't hide his hoarse, broken roar.

The sound, carrying an extreme sense of ferocity, vibrated wildly in the enclosed room.

His bloodshot eyes were wide open, filled with exhaustion, panic, and raging fury.

"What's the point of keeping a bunch of good-for-nothings around if you can't even keep an eye on a few people!"

"I don't care if you use all your channels, all your resources, and all your connections!"

"Immediately! Right now! Conduct a thorough search of the entire city! Dig three feet into the ground and find all the missing people!"

"I only want results! I need to see them alive or dead; they absolutely cannot just vanish into thin air!"

He gripped the phone receiver so tightly it trembled slightly, almost as if he were about to crush it.

On the other end of the microphone came the submissive, timid, and fearful responses of a group of subordinates.

No one dared to talk back, no one dared to argue, only endless obedience and fear remained.

They knew perfectly well that the large group was on the verge of completely spiraling out of control.

After a brief outburst of rage, Keswick suddenly swung his arm.

"Clatter!"

The landline handset was slammed hard onto the base of the landline, abruptly ending the call.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

The anger and chill in his chest surged alternately, almost threatening to engulf him.

No one knew better than him that this disappearance was no accident.

Within just 24 hours, five core executives of the Jardine Matheson Group vanished without a trace.

These five men had followed him for many years and were his most trusted confidants and henchmen.

He is also a key figure who holds all the dark secrets, shady deals, and capital trump cards accumulated by Jardine Matheson over decades.

They knew all his shady schemes, plundering, conspiracies, and incriminating evidence.

They all disappeared at once, without a trace, leaving no clue whatsoever.

This is not a typical case of commercial kidnapping or extortion.

This is a precise, highly targeted elimination, a swift and decisive decapitation!

The answer has long been obvious.

All of this was absolutely the work of that Chinese man surnamed He!

A chilling, bone-deep fear, like a venomous, sinister black snake.

It climbed up his feet and limbs, tightly wrapping around and constricting his heart.

A suffocating chill instantly swept over his body, making him feel cold all over and his scalp tingle.

Keswick knew perfectly well what was going on.

Since the other party has such extraordinary means, they were able to eliminate his five core confidants without a sound.

They are able to accurately grasp his vitals, understand his trump cards, and predict his plans.

Then the next target to be locked down, purged, and eliminated will inevitably be himself!

It all started with the infamous "ghost heist" that rocked Hong Kong at Wharf Holdings.

The other party's methods completely broke all business rules, capital bottom lines, and unwritten rules of the underworld.

That bizarre theft incident dealt an unprecedented blow to the Jardine Matheson Group.

A huge amount of goods disappeared without a trace, and the loopholes in the accounts could not be filled.

The group's stock price plummeted, and its market value evaporated dramatically.

The group is facing a collective lawsuit from its cargo partners, with exorbitant penalties for breach of contract leaving it struggling to breathe.

The cooperating banks have successively tightened lending, visited debt collectors in person, and frozen credit lines.

For the first time, Jardine Matheson's century-old foundation has been teetering on the brink of collapse.

Now, his right-hand men and core confidants have all perished or disappeared.

With internal and external troubles piling up, a desperate situation was fully formed.

The Chinese man surnamed He was jokingly referred to as "the water seller" by the lower-class people.

His style of action is ruthless and decisive, his moves are precise and deadly, and his plans are meticulously calculated.

What's most terrifying is that the other side completely disregards British identity, capital rules, and checks and balances in the bureaucracy.

We can fight if we want, kill if we want, and settle scores if we want.

There is absolutely no one, no force, that can stop or check this.

A sudden, incredibly clear-headed thought arose in Keswick's mind.

Can't wait any longer!

Staying in Hong Kong is tantamount to waiting to die!

We must escape this place of trouble immediately!

We can't linger for even a second longer!

He suddenly stopped, his body abruptly halting.

The panic and determination in his eyes intertwined and collided.

He quickly raised his hand and straightened the crooked and messy collar of his suit.

She raised her hand to smooth out the wrinkles in her clothes, forcibly suppressing the fear and panic on her face.

They tried to restore the last vestige of aristocratic dignity.

Even if one is already terrified and on the verge of collapse, one must still pretend to be calm on the surface.

After tidying himself up, he turned and resolutely walked out of the closed guest room.

The VIP area of ​​Government House is heavily guarded, with numerous sentry posts.

However, none of the guards, servants, or attendants on duty along the way dared to step forward to stop or question them.

His privileges as a long-time high-ranking official had long made him a special and frequent visitor to the Governor's House.

Everyone accepted his access privileges, and no one dared to stop him.

He walked through the long, quiet, carved corridor and stopped outside the governor's private study.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the heavy solid wood door of the study.

The steady knocking sound echoed clearly in the quiet corridor.

A moment later, the Governor's calm and composed voice came from inside the room.

"Please come in."

Keswick pushed open the door and entered, standing tall and straight, his gaze fixed on the Governor of Hong Kong behind the desk.

The study is softly lit and has a tranquil atmosphere.

The Governor put down his pen and looked up at Keswick, whose face was solemn.

The tone was somewhat formulaic and polite.

"Boss Keswick, visiting so late at night, what urgent business do you have?"

Keswick cut straight to the point without any pleasantries or pleasantries, his tone grave and resolute.

"Your Excellency, I request permission to leave Hong Kong immediately and depart at once."

Upon hearing this, the Governor of Hong Kong raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

Having been in charge of Hong Kong for many years, he was largely sidelined by the Jardine Matheson Group and constantly restrained and suppressed by Keswick.

After years of enduring hardship, he had never seen this arrogant British tycoon in such a disheveled and flustered state.

His former arrogance, domineering attitude, and disdain for others have all vanished.

All that remained was utter panic and despair.

He feigned nonchalance and spoke in a soft, teasing tone.

"The entire Hong Kong Island is now in a state of peace and stability."

"Within Hong Kong's borders, what person or force can prevent you, Mr. Keswick, from leaving the country freely?"

Upon hearing this, Keswick lost control of his emotions again, his tone becoming hurried and anxious.

His brows were furrowed with fear, and he spoke very quickly.

"Sir! You have absolutely no idea about the current situation!"

"Hong Kong is no longer safe at all! Danger lurks everywhere, and danger lurks at every turn!"

"That Chinese man surnamed He is a complete madman!"

"He is unrestrained by rules, unchecked by power, and a completely lawless and extreme thug!"

"His target is clearly British-owned enterprises, Jardine Matheson, and me personally!"

"I request that Your Excellency immediately mobilize the Governor's Mansion's most elite guard!"

"Escort me to Kai Tak Airport! I need to catch the fastest flight back to London immediately!"

The Governor tapped the table lightly with his fingertip, his expression remaining calm and unhurried.

His tone carried a hint of detached indifference.

"Keswick, the police have always been fully responsible for maintaining order in Hong Kong."

"The city is still in a stable state, and it is far from chaotic to the point where the top leadership needs to flee overnight."

"You're exaggerating too much, seeing threats everywhere."

Upon hearing these nonchalant words, Keswick was instantly enraged.

Suppressed anxiety and anger completely overwhelmed reason, and his tone was forceful and questioning.

"Still safe and sound? Then how do you explain the complete disappearance of my five top lieutenants?!"

"The entire Hong Kong police force is on duty, but after so many days, they haven't found a single clue!"

"We have no idea how the person disappeared, who took them away, or where they are!"

"I solemnly recommend that the Hong Kong government immediately deploy its garrison troops!"

"A complete crackdown on these lawless extremists hiding in the shadows and causing chaos!"

The Governor of Hong Kong slowly shook his head, his tone calm and his attitude clear.

"Keswick, you need to distinguish between authority and responsibility."

"The garrison is part of the national defense forces and is under the direct command of the London military headquarters."

"I am only the Governor of Hong Kong and do not have the authority to mobilize troops to intervene in local disputes without authorization."

Keswick's eyes were sharp, and his tone was undeniably firm.

"Since you don't have the authority to make the transfers, I'll report directly to headquarters in London!"

"I will contact senior members of parliament and submit a special proposal directly to the parliament!"

The Governor of Hong Kong raised his hand indifferently, his tone detached and aloof.

"Please, do as you please."

He had long been fed up with Keswick's domineering attitude of always looking down on the government.

Even now that the other party is in trouble, they still speak to me in a commanding tone, showing no sign of begging.

This arrogance filled him with nothing but disgust.

Keswick, unwilling to engage in further discussion, went straight to the core issue.

"I will not argue with you about official duties and responsibilities!"

"Now, I need the Governor's Palace to immediately arrange a private security detail to escort me to the airport!"

"I must board a plane tonight and fly back to London overnight!"

The Governor remained silent for two seconds before responding indifferently.

"I will arrange for someone to help you immediately. You can return to your room and wait patiently for further instructions."

"In addition, I also need to use the Governor's Mansion's dedicated encrypted line!"

"I need to contact London headquarters immediately to report this emergency!"

Keswick added stronger demands, still speaking in a commanding tone.

The Governor did not respond verbally, but simply raised his hand in a casual gesture of invitation.

The impatience and disgust in his eyes grew stronger.

Even when asking for favors, he remains arrogant and domineering.

With such a stance, it's no wonder that they've fallen into a desperate situation, abandoned by all and besieged on all sides.

Seeing this, Keswick said nothing more, turned around and slammed the study door shut.

The heavy wooden door slammed shut with a dull thud, venting the anxiety and anger in his heart.

He turned quickly and headed straight for the top-secret communications room inside Government House.

The on-duty telecommunications operator was already familiar with the boss's style of doing things.

Without the slightest delay, we immediately set up the highest-encryption international communication channel.

The moment the channel connected, Keswick spoke in a cold voice.

"Everyone out immediately! Seal off the communications room completely! No one is allowed to approach it!"

The telegraph operator dared not disobey the order, immediately bowed and retreated, closing the door to completely isolate himself from the outside world.

In the sealed telecommunications room, only Keswick remained.

For the next half hour, he stood alone in front of the encrypted communication device.

He reported the chaos in Hong Kong to the senior members of the London family, word by word, with tears streaming down his face and in an exaggerated manner.

He deliberately painted an extremely terrifying and subversive picture.

The mysterious and powerful Mr. Ho was portrayed as an extreme Eastern thug who wreaked havoc, subverted Hong Kong, suppressed British capital, and retaliated madly.

He repeatedly emphasized that the Jardine Matheson Group, with its century-long history, is a cornerstone industry of the British Empire's roots in the Far East.

It is now suffering a devastating and disruptive attack, and is on the verge of complete collapse.

On the other end of the communication, the attitude of the London family elders changed from initial doubt, indifference, and disregard.

Gradually, it turned into shock, solemnity, vigilance, and finally, complete seriousness.

Keswick seized the opportunity, unleashing all his emotions in a near-hysterical scream.

"Elders! The enemy's methods are endless, precise, and ruthless!"

"Eliminate my loyalists, dismantle my businesses, and destroy my plans!"

"My next target for complete annihilation is definitely me! I'm doomed!"

Under his extreme embellishment and screaming pressure.

The London family's top brass finally relented and compromised.

He was reluctantly allowed to return to London immediately to report for duty and avoid danger after properly handling and arranging the remaining affairs in Hong Kong.

At the same time, it publicly pledged to immediately put pressure on the British Foreign Office.

They demanded that the Hong Kong Government use all official means and resources.

At all costs, safeguard the core interests of all British-owned businesses in Hong Kong and suppress any dissent.

The moment the long communication was completely cut off.

Keswick's upright back was already completely soaked with cold sweat.

The expensive custom-made suit clung to my skin, feeling wet and sticky, which was extremely uncomfortable.

But he had no time to pay attention to his physical discomfort.

He knew perfectly well what was going on in his heart.

The so-called "proper arrangements for Hong Kong affairs" are merely polite formalities from the family's senior management.

He didn't want to abide by these empty constraints for even a second.

His only thought now was two words—escape!

The sooner the better, the farther the safer!

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately grabbed the internal dedicated line in the telecommunications room.

With a rapid flick of his fingers, he dialed several encrypted calls to his trusted confidants.

His hoarse voice carried an absolute command that brooked no disobedience.

"Listen carefully, activate the highest-level escape plan immediately!"

"Mobilize all of Jardine Matheson's private resources and arrange for a dedicated private jet to be on standby!"

"Target: Private helipad at Kai Tak Airport!"

"I must leave Hong Kong immediately, right now, and immediately!"

"We must ensure that the aircraft is always ready for takeoff, with zero delays and zero errors!"

"Also, contact all our informants at Kai Tak Airport!"

"Everyone in position, prepare for reception, clearing, and escort!"

"I need to board the plane, take off, and leave Hong Kong Island airspace as quickly as possible!"

"You all know the consequences of even the slightest delay or mistake!"

The confidant on the other end of the phone could feel the extreme hostility and panic in his tone.

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone bowed and accepted the order, immediately deploying at full speed.

After hanging up all dispatch calls, Keswick dragged his heavy, exhausted body.

We returned to that VIP room, with its tightly drawn curtains, dim lighting, and oppressive atmosphere, like a prison.

He reached out and picked up the imported whiskey that he had treasured for many years from the liquor cabinet.

Unscrew the bottle cap, tilt your head back, and take a big gulp.

The amber-colored liquor slid hot down my throat.

A brief, burning, and painful sensation briefly numbed the nerves.

But this fleeting heat could not suppress the endless chill and fear that was spreading and growing in his heart.

An overwhelming sense of panic still lingered within him.

He stood by the window, holding the wine bottle, staring at the tightly drawn curtains.

His eyes were filled with confusion and fear as he muttered to himself in a low voice.

"That guy surnamed He... just who is he?"

"Wharf Holdings' ghost has been robbed, billions of assets have vanished into thin air..."

"Five core confidants were wiped out overnight, vanished without a trace..."

"This is not ordinary business competition or a game of capital!"

"This is a complete, all-out private war!"

A terrifying war that he had never anticipated, never encountered, could not understand, and was powerless to resist.

The opponent strikes silently, with an unfathomable strategy and precise, ruthless methods.

Like a apex predator lurking in the endless darkness.

Silently lock onto the prey, strike decisively, and never hesitate.

Give your opponent no chance to breathe, retaliate, or struggle.

For the first time, Keswick felt an extreme sense of unease and doubt.

The heavily guarded and all-powerful Government House.

This is the safest, most authoritative, and most impenetrable fortress on the entire Hong Kong Island.

Can it really protect one's life?

His anxiety overwhelmed him again, and he paced back and forth in the guest room.

His gaze swept repeatedly across the closed door and the heavy blackout curtains.

Every shadowy corner within sight.

Under his extreme panic, everything seemed to harbor deadly dangers and ambushes.

The place was fraught with danger, and every step was fraught with peril, making him restless and uneasy.

……

At the same time, at the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, in the top-floor command center.

Bright, pale, cold light filled the vast office hall.

The walls are covered with monitoring screens, data terminals, and communication equipment operating at high speed.

The screen flickered faintly, the machine hummed incessantly, and the atmosphere was solemn and tense.

Orion sat upright in the command seat.

He slowly lowered his fingertips from the private phone line that had just been connected.

An intense surge of excitement and exhilaration flashed across his face.

Deep in his eyes, however, he still maintained the calm and composure befitting someone in a high position.

He Yuzhu just sent over all the deployments, all the arrangements, and all the actions.

He quickly reviewed, deduced, and sorted everything out in his mind.

Keswick retreated to Government House for refuge, living in constant fear.

Five top executives of Jardine Matheson Group were precisely beheaded, effectively eliminating them from the company.

The century-old giant suffered a stock price collapse, was burdened with debt, and collapsed both internally and externally.

The entire long-established British-owned power in Hong Kong was completely plunged into a desperate situation of passive collapse.

This is a capital storm and a power reshuffle that has swept across Hong Kong.

The speed of the outbreak, the ferocity of the reversal, and the intensity of the crushing pressure were all remarkable.

This far exceeded all of Orion's previous estimates and expectations.

He Yuzhu's terrifying power and ruthless methods in stirring up trouble and overturning the status quo.

This once again completely shattered Orion's understanding of the limits.

He was extremely grateful that he had seen the situation clearly early on and firmly stood on one side.

They chose to attach themselves to this top-tier tycoon who had been lying low in Hong Kong, a hidden dragon in the abyss.

Without the slightest hesitation, Orion immediately grabbed the highest-level internal security line on the table.

He spoke rapidly yet steadily, with an extremely serious tone.

"Madam Wang, immediately drop everything you're doing!"

"Bring your most capable, loyal, and reliable core team!"

"Assemble immediately in my top-floor office! Take your positions right away!"

"Initiate a top-secret special mission; no delays allowed!"

On the other end of the dedicated line, a crisp and efficient response rang out instantly.

"Roger that! Ready to go immediately!"

In less than five minutes.

Wang Cuiping, dressed in a police uniform, with a smart posture and a sharp aura.

Accompanied by two trusted lieutenants, he strode into the top-floor command office.

The three stood tall and solemn, ready to be deployed at any moment.

Orion didn't engage in any unnecessary small talk or preamble.

He reached out and handed over a pre-sealed, top-secret file.

It was shoved heavily onto the desk in front of Wang Cuiping.

The file folder was tightly sealed and marked with a top-secret label.

His gaze was sharp as he looked directly at Wang Cuiping and gave the order in a deep voice.

"The three individuals targeted in this special project are: Luo Hui, the head of Hesheng Group; Li Zhao of Hengzhao Group; and Guo Sheng of Xinji Group."

"I need concrete evidence of all the wrongdoings committed by these three people over the past five years!"

"Complete and irrefutable evidence of all illegal transactions, bribery, collusion with criminal organizations, stock market manipulation, and money laundering!"

"We will focus on uncovering key evidence of the three individuals' recent collusion, bribery, and secret plotting with Jardine Matheson's tycoon, Keswick!"

"Use all your low-level informants, underground channels, and hidden connections!"

"Access the police force's highest-level database and retrieve all sealed and confidential files!"

"Evidence collection methods are not limited by conventional rules; all unconventional methods will be used when necessary!"

"Remember, I don't need vague clues, dubious evidence, or one-sided testimonies!"

"What I need is absolute, irrefutable evidence that can definitively convict them and completely destroy their reputation!"

Every word was forceful and every sentence landed squarely, leaving no room for maneuver.

Wang Cuiping steadily picked up the top-secret file folder.

His fingertips gripped the bag tightly, his eyes were sharp as a blade, and his aura was overwhelming.

Without the slightest hesitation or questioning, he readily accepted the order.

"Yes, sir! I guarantee I will complete the top-secret mission and deliver the complete set of irrefutable evidence on time!"

She knew perfectly well that this operation was not simply a police crackdown on organized crime.

This is a crucial step for He Yuzhu in his overall strategy, purging Hong Kong's criminal gangs, and eradicating the toxic influence of capital.

She was determined to complete this mission, even at the cost of her own life.

Wang Cuiping was never simply working for Orion's promotion.

She has her own bottom line, stance, and choices.

Firstly, Luo Hui, Li Zhao, and Guo Sheng had been entrenched in Hong Kong for many years.

He had connections with both the legitimate and criminal worlds, committed numerous crimes, oppressed Chinese businesses, colluded with foreign capital, and did countless evils.

Those with hands stained with blood and filthy capital should have been thoroughly cleansed and eliminated long ago.

Secondly, these three individuals had previously been misled by British capital and took the initiative to target the Ho family's businesses.

They have repeatedly plotted to suppress, maliciously obstruct, and secretly sabotage others.

He Yuzhu's move to settle scores is both a reshuffling of the game and a way to seek revenge.

She was willing to do her utmost to help.

Third, he has served in the West Kowloon Police Force for many years.

She personally experienced and witnessed blatant racial discrimination in Hong Kong's officialdom, police force, and business world.

Foreign officials hold high positions and wantonly oppress Chinese police officers, businesspeople, and ordinary citizens.

Chinese people have suffered from exclusion, oppression, and contempt, and have always been considered inferior.

She had long harbored resentment and was filled with indignation.

She desperately hoped to see the Ho family rise completely, take root in Hong Kong, and establish a firm foothold.

To break the British monopoly and overturn the distorted power structure.

This completely rewrote the humble status of Chinese people in Hong Kong, who were bullied and exploited at the mercy of others.

This was a long-held expectation and obsession in her heart.

Orion watched the three men's tall, straight backs as they left, having received their orders.

A glint of certainty flashed in his eyes.

He then dialed another set of top-secret, encrypted numbers.

His tone was lowered to the lowest possible level, his voice steady and rapid, without a trace of extraneous noise.

"Nightingale, activate the full-time silent monitoring plan."

"The only dedicated encrypted line to Government House is locked, and it is monitored 24 hours a day."

"Focus on intercepting all of Keswick's phone calls, dispatch instructions, and escape plans!"

"In addition, we are comprehensively monitoring all control frequencies of the Kai Tak Airport tower!"

"Screen all private aircraft takeoff and landing applications, route registrations, and crew scheduling information!"

"Closely monitor the movements of all aircraft and personnel associated with the Jardine Matheson Group!"

"Remain silent and covert throughout, without interfering, exposing yourself, or interrupting!"

"Any disturbance or unusual movement detected must be reported immediately and unidirectionally!"

A very short and crisp confirmation tone came from the other end of the phone.

Silent response, absolute obedience.

Top-tier covert agent Nightingale is fully in position and has begun surveillance.

All backup plans, strategies, informants, and resources have been deployed in full force.

The entire network covers the Hong Kong political scene, airport, communications, and capital circles.

It takes shape quietly, patiently waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.

Having laid out all the top-secret contingency plans, Orion took a long, deep breath.

Suppress the surging emotions in my heart.

He deftly removed his standard police uniform jacket and neatly folded it.

He changed into ordinary casual clothes, keeping a low profile and looking plain, with no distinguishing features.

He strode out of the heavily guarded police headquarters command center.

He discreetly boarded the private car parked downstairs and sped away.

He wanted to keep the appointment in person and meet with He Yuzhu.

Today, the storm of capital, power, and purges sweeping across Hong Kong has fully taken shape.

And all of them stood firmly at the very heart of the storm.

To control the overall situation, to hold life and death in one's hands, and to determine victory or defeat.

……

On the edge of an island, a remote and deserted old fishing village.

Far from the hustle and bustle of Hong Kong Island, far from the intrigue and backstabbing of officialdom and capital.

The sea breeze blows all day long; the area is sparsely populated, quiet, and desolate.

At the end of the fishing village sits a small shipyard warehouse that has been abandoned for many years.

The warehouse walls were mottled and old, the iron gate was rusty, and the location was extremely secluded.

It is an excellent base for secret meetings, planning, and preparations.

The salty, pungent sea breeze rushed in through the wide, open warehouse door.

It smelled strongly of engine oil, rust, and the coolness of sea salt.

Dim, old light bulbs hung from the warehouse beams.

The dim, yellowish light barely illuminated the vast, empty warehouse interior.

The interplay of light and shadow, the stark contrast between light and dark, creates a somber and mysterious atmosphere.

He Yuzhu stood with his hands behind his back, his back straight and his posture outstanding.

Quietly standing with his back to the warehouse door, at the very center of the entire space.

His aura was calm and composed, commanding respect without anger, and profound like still waters running deep.

His expression was cold and solemn, and he remained silent throughout, exuding a chilling aura.

The warehouse floor was clean and tidy, with a huge, detailed map of the entire Hong Kong Island spread out in the center.

Kai Tak Airport, Government House, Star Ferry, and the main road network are all clearly marked.

Every escape route, backup passage, and hidden shortcut is clearly visible.

Inside the empty warehouse, only the whistling sound of the sea breeze echoed quietly.

A moment later, steady, light footsteps came from outside the door.

Orion strode into the warehouse, his footsteps echoing clearly in the empty room.

He walked straight to He Yuzhu's side without any pleasantries.

They went straight to the most crucial, confidential situation report.

"Mr. He, Keswick is completely panicked."

"He had just used the highest-encryption line at Government House before I left the police force."

"I urgently contacted senior management at headquarters in London, pleading for help, requesting asylum, and asking to return to my home country."

"He has obtained the tacit approval of the London authorities to evacuate Hong Kong and return to London."

"He is currently using all of Jardine Matheson's private resources that he has kept hidden for many years."

They urgently dispatched a private jet and made every effort to prepare an escape plan.

"The escape target is 100% the private tarmac at Kai Tak Airport."

"The escape will most likely take place late tonight or early tomorrow morning."

"My people are working hard to track and confirm the exact takeoff time."

He Yuzhu slowly turned around.

A calm and composed smile graced his handsome face.

Deep within his eyes, however, lies a profound and cold insight that reveals his complete understanding and control over the situation.

His tone was light and casual, yet it carried an absolute confidence that could crush everything.

"Does he really think he can hide in Government House, this turtle shell, and escape unscathed?"

Orion's expression was grave as he earnestly warned of the risks.

"Mr. Ho, Government House is an important official location with extremely tight security."

"Layered defenses inside and out, elite guards on rotation, and countless hidden posts."

"Keswick is always surrounded by top-tier bodyguards, who are extremely capable in combat."

"It would be extremely risky for us to take action within the Governor's House area."

"It is extremely easy to expose the traces, and may even trigger a huge international diplomatic incident."

"It's not worth the effort, and it's definitely not the best choice."

He raised his hand and pointed to the detailed map spread out on the ground, continuing his rigorous analysis.

"Kai Tak Airport is currently his only feasible and only available escape route."

"This is also our only excellent opportunity to take action, perfectly close the net, and leave no future troubles."

"But the airport is a core transportation hub of the city, with dense crowds and a diverse population."

"Security is at its maximum, with a large police presence, comprehensive surveillance, and rigorous checks."

"If you want to take action, you must be extremely fast, accurate, and ruthless."

"The entire process must be seamless, traceless, and without any loopholes; absolutely no human traces can be left behind."

He Yuzhu's lips curled up slightly, forming a cold and sharp arc.

A cold, mocking sneer flashed across his eyes.

"Does he really think that as long as he takes to the blue sky and flies high into the air, he will be completely safe?"

"Would that allow them to escape all retribution and return home safely, burdened with sins?"

Naive, laughable, wishful thinking.

He spoke softly, calling out in a deep voice.

"Bai Yifeng".

"Boss!"

Bai Yifeng stepped forward instantly, his posture upright, and respectfully awaited orders.

He Yuzhu's eyes were sharp, and he issued precise instructions with clear and distinct words.

"Immediately investigate all information regarding Keswick's private jet."

"Accurately determine the aircraft model, serial number, reported flight route, and estimated takeoff time."

"Thoroughly investigate the background, resume, identity, and loyalty of all crew members."

"Find out the aircraft's complete security configuration, escort personnel, and protection plan."

"Focus on investigating the inside of Kai Tak Airport to identify all the insiders who helped him escape."

"I need a complete set of information that is thorough, extremely detailed, and accurate to the individual."

"In addition, thoroughly investigate the items he carried with him during his hasty escape."

"Find out whether he was carrying confidential documents, ledgers, gold bars, cash, diamonds, jewels, or overseas bank drafts, in addition to his bodyguards."

"Investigate all the stolen goods, evidence, and ill-gotten gains he planned to take with him over the years."

He turned his head to look at Orian beside him and added in a calm tone.

"The superintendent will grant you access to all official channels and databases."

"Official confidential documents, internal airport files, and reporting information are all available to you."

"I will fully cooperate with your intelligence gathering efforts."

"clear!"

Bai Yifeng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately turned around after receiving the order.

They quickly walked to the communication equipment on one side of the warehouse and immediately began a full-speed investigation.

He Yuzhu looked at Orian again, his tone calm and composed.

"How is the finishing work progressing for Luo Hui, Li Zhao, and Guo Sheng?"

Orion immediately responded and reported.

"Madam Wang has led the core task force to launch a full-scale evidence collection operation."

"We are working on both legal and illegal fronts, digging deep across the entire internet to uncover all the evidence against the three individuals."

"The entire evidence collection process is conducted in secrecy and without leaving any trace."

His gaze was firm, and his tone was solemn.

"Mr. He, rest assured, I will personally provide support and cooperation if necessary."

"Overthrow the William faction and purge this group of capital and social cancers that have been rooted in Hong Kong for many years."

This is a do-or-die situation; we absolutely cannot afford to fail!

"The Hong Kong police force has long been plagued by corruption and collusion."

"A thorough, clean, and comprehensive drastic surgery is indeed needed!"

He Yuzhu nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

He lowered his head again, his gaze fixed on the marked location of Kai Tak Airport on the map.

A deep voice, carrying an aura of ruthless control, slowly rose into the air.

"In that case, let this storm sweeping Hong Kong come even more fiercely."

"Keswick was determined to escape by flying and save his life."

"Then I will personally see him off."

"They dragged him down from the clouds, plunging him into the deepest hell, never to rise again!"

Outside the warehouse.

An endless, pitch-black night enveloped the entire sea.

Layer upon layer of waves crashed wildly against the hard rocks on the shore.

The deep, rumbling sound of the waves continued endlessly, like thousands of war drums beating in unison.

A deafening roar heralded the upcoming ultimate showdown, a clash of titans.

It heralded the start of the most shocking and brutal prelude.

At the eye of the storm, the overwhelming killing intent completely solidified, becoming almost tangible.

The entire island was deathly silent, filled with a chilling aura of menace.

……

Inside the VIP rooms at Government House.

The night was deep and the silence oppressive.

Keswick continued to pace restlessly indoors.

He repeatedly opened and closed his palm, caressing an old silver pocket watch.

This pocket watch was a family heirloom that had been with him for many years and was his only solace.

He repeatedly opened, closed, rubbed, and pressed the watch cover.

The crisp clicking of machinery echoed repeatedly in the deathly silent room.

But it did nothing to soothe the panic and fear in his heart.

Every second of waiting was an extreme torment for him.

After two long and agonizing hours.

The encrypted private phone on the table suddenly rang urgently.

The piercing ringtone shattered the silence of the room, instantly grabbing all his attention.

Keswick practically lunged forward and quickly grabbed the receiver.

On the other end of the phone came a calm, respectful, and confident report from a trusted confidant.

"Big Boss! All escape plans are perfectly in place, everything is ready!"

"The private jet 'Silver Wing' has completed all maintenance and the entire crew is in place!"

"The captain is an absolute confidant of our family; his loyalty is beyond question, and he is absolutely reliable!"

"The aircraft is parked on its private helipad at Kai Tak Airport, ready to start its engines and take off at any time!"

"A fully disclosed, exclusive flight route, direct to London Heathrow Airport, no layovers or stopovers!"

"The airport's VIP emergency access route, support personnel, and security measures for clearing the area are all in place!"

"After you arrive at the airport and get off the vehicle, you can go directly through the private passage."

"Zero queues, zero checks, zero delays—the boarding process can be completed within ten minutes!"

Perfect, reliable, extremely fast, and flawless.

After hearing this impeccable report, Keswick, who had been on edge for a long time, was finally relieved.

Finally, I landed slightly, and my tense nerves relaxed for a brief moment.

"Great! Excellent!"

His tone was filled with barely suppressed elation and relief.

"Everyone stay put and remain on high alert. I'm heading to the airport immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, he immediately bent down and grabbed the top-quality crocodile leather briefcase that he never parted with from the table.

This custom-made briefcase was his last trump card and his entire fortune.

The box contained Jardine Matheson Group's most core, confidential, and secretive top-level documents.

It records all the secrets of decades of capital plunder, gray transactions, and overseas expansion.

In addition, several standard 24K gold bars were neatly arranged inside the box.

Several perfectly polished, priceless top-tier collectible diamonds.

There is also a huge Swiss bank draft with an extremely high face value, which is never registered and can be redeemed worldwide.

This is all the private wealth he accumulated over decades of rampant plundering and looting in Hong Kong.

It was his last guarantee that he could still enjoy the rest of his life in peace and wealth after his downfall.

Carefully fasten the lock to make sure everything is secure.

He straightened his clothes again and calmed himself down.

He hurried to the governor's study again to give his final farewell and report back.

The process was completed quickly in a brief conversation lasting only a few minutes.

He returned to his room and carefully placed his precious briefcase beside him.

He sat upright on the sofa, quietly waiting for the escort convoy arranged by the Governor's Mansion.

My mindset seemed calm, but my fingertips were still trembling slightly.

This is enough to reveal that he still harbors an indelible and extreme fear deep in his heart.

Several more minutes passed.

As night deepened, traffic on Hong Kong Island thinned out, and the streets became increasingly quiet.

Hidden passageway behind Government House.

Several ordinary-looking civilian cars with no special markings.

It discreetly drove into the backyard and parked steadily in the designated spot.

The car door opened silently.

Two tall, robust bodyguards with cold and stern expressions.

They quickly stepped forward, one on each side, to protect Keswick closely.

Keswick held the cold, hard alligator leather briefcase in his arms.

Under the close protection of the two men, he bent down and quickly crawled into the central core vehicle.

The car doors were closed, blocking outside view.

The entire convoy left the backyard of Government House without making any unnecessary noise.

It blends perfectly into the traffic flow of Hong Kong Island at night, speeding along discreetly.

The interior of the carriage was dimly lit and enclosed.

Katherine was curled up tightly in the middle of the back seat.

His expensive suit was already soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his body.

He tightly gripped the briefcase with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The muscles in his arms were tense and stiff, and he was in a state of high alert and extreme panic.

Looking out the car window at the rapidly receding street scene, traffic, and pedestrians.

At this moment, he was completely terrified.

Every private car that passed by on the roadside.

Every passerby who stops to walk along the street.

In his eyes, everything harbored deadly dangers and ambushes.

He always felt that, among any ordinary car...

They could all stick out a dark gun barrel at any moment and fire at you.

Inside the pocket of any passerby on the street.

They might be hiding cold weapons, ready to rush up and blow his head off at any moment.

The extreme fear had completely warped his mind.

"Faster! Faster! Full speed ahead!"

He suppressed his hoarse, dry voice and kept growling and urging him on.

In the passenger seat sat Marcus, the captain of the entire security team.

He is a veteran elite bodyguard from Eastern Europe with a cold face and a fierce aura.

Having experienced countless battles and witnessed numerous life-or-death situations, he possesses extremely strong combat abilities and a calm and composed temperament.

Marcus picked up the car radio and whispered the command to accelerate.

The convoy's engines instantly erupted with a deep, powerful roar.

The car's speed suddenly increased, and the car body sped off like an arrow.

The remaining escort vehicles changed formation in perfect unison.

The staggered positions at the front and back form an extremely tight steel protective array.

Like a sturdy iron clamp, it firmly protects the central core vehicle.

It is watertight, combining offense and defense, and eliminates any possibility of surprise attack.

Just as the convoy was speeding along the Queen's Road East in Central.

The driver in the front seat suddenly tensed up, his voice becoming strained and urgent.

"Captain! Two unlicensed private cars have appeared behind us! They're continuously tailing us! They seem to be stalking us!"

Marcus's sharp, hawk-like eyes swept across the car's rearview mirror in an instant.

His gaze was cold and sharp, instantly locking onto the two vehicles following behind.

Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively and firmly gave the order.

"Cleanup team in position, immediately intercept the following vehicle!"

"Main convoy, do not slow down, destination unchanged, full speed ahead to Kai Tak Airport!"

The instant the command is issued.

A guard vehicle at the rear of the convoy suddenly changed speed.

It suddenly decelerated rapidly, changed lanes, and blocked the way, cutting across the middle of the road.

The screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

Suddenly shattering the stillness of the night, the sharp, piercing sound shook the streets and alleys.

The two vehicles following closely behind were caught off guard.

There was no time to brake and avoid it; it crashed straight into it!

A tremendous impact force erupted.

The loud noise of metal twisting and deforming, the crisp sound of glass shattering and exploding.

The two forces intertwined and erupted instantly, completely blocking and locking down the entire road.

The vehicle that was rear-ended was completely trapped and unable to move.

Perfect interception, successful rearguard action.

The main convoy ahead of Keswick did not stop or hesitate at all.

Speeding along at top speed, we smoothly navigated the curve and disappeared completely into the night.

With the dust settled, Marcus remained indifferent, his tone flat and emotionless.

"The tail has been shaken off; the whole process was safe."

However, Keswick, sitting in the back seat, showed no signs of relaxation despite having survived the ordeal.

The fear in my heart only intensified, and my mind became increasingly tense.

He had no idea who had just been following him.

It should be noted that over the years he has been based in Hong Kong, relying on the power and influence of British capital.

They oppressed Chinese businessmen, monopolized the market, reaped wealth, and made countless enemies.

The number of forces, gangs, businessmen, and enemies he offended was countless.

Now he is down on his luck, his foundation is crumbling, and he is on the verge of collapse.

He Yuzhu wasn't the only one who wanted to settle scores with him and destroy him.

Countless local forces were suppressed, exploited, and oppressed by him.

They must all be eyeing this opportunity, waiting to take advantage of the situation and rob us while we're down.

Danger lurks in the shadows, enemies are everywhere, and every step is fatal.

He dared not relax for even a moment, nor slacken for even a second.

……

At the same time, an abandoned shipyard warehouse on an outlying island.

In the deathly silent space, the shrill ring of the dedicated telephone line suddenly rang out.

It instantly shattered the tranquil atmosphere enveloped by the sea breeze.

Bai Yifeng is closely monitoring the map deployment layout.

He grabbed the receiver with a swift, sharp voice.

"Speak! Latest update!"

On the other end of the phone, the frontline reconnaissance personnel quickly reported back.

"The target convoy has officially left Government House! A total of five escort cars!"

「完整车牌编号：KJ789、KJ832、KJ901、KJ651、K476！」

"Five minutes ago, the convoy was followed on Queen's Road East in Central but successfully broke up the pursuers and escaped!"

"The convoy is currently speeding along, heading straight for the Star Ferry Terminal!"

Bai Yifeng's eyes were sharp and serious as he rapidly issued frontline orders.

"Remember to keep your distance; don't be relentless or overly close to them!"

"Maintain a safe distance and follow silently to avoid detection and retaliation from their security!"

"Concealed observation throughout, real-time synchronization of movements, and absolute prevention of exposure!"

"Understood! Teams E, F, and G are all in position across the Star Ferry terminal, ready to coordinate and monitor the situation!"

After a brief reply, the call was immediately disconnected.

Bai Yifeng put down the phone, immediately turned around, and faced He Yuzhu and Orian.

Accurately synchronize with the latest situation.

"Boss, Superintendent, Keswick fled overnight."

"The convoy has just shaken off a tailing pursuer and is currently heading at full speed toward the Star Ferry."

He Yuzhu nodded slightly, his expression calm and composed.

He asked the question casually.

"Are our people and our goods all in place?"

Bai Yifeng bowed and answered calmly.

"All special goods have already been sealed and loaded onto the vehicles."

"The convoy has already set off ahead of schedule and is secretly heading to the cargo area of ​​Kai Tak Airport."

"The entire process uses the airport's dedicated cargo channel, ensuring absolute safety and secrecy."

He Yuzhu turned his gaze to Orian beside him, his tone calm and composed.

"Superintendent, the following scenes will no longer involve the usual police-community cooperation."

"The entire route from Government House to Kai Tak Airport, the public opinion surrounding it, and all the follow-up actions."

"I'm handing everything over to you to control the entire layout."

"You can make sure Keswick arrives at the airport 'smoothly,' goes through security 'smoothly,' and boards the plane 'smoothly.'"

"However, all the tainted witnesses and evidence that can prove Keswick's crimes and the Jardine Matheson scandal."

"It must be after his plane has taken off and fully taken off."

"It suddenly flowed into the media, the police force, and the public eye in the form of 'accidental exposure'."

Orion instantly understood, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He resolutely accepted the order.

"Don't worry, Mr. He."

"The complete script of Keswick's escape from guilt, his fleeing in the night, his burden of guilt, and his hasty retreat."

"I will help him write it flawlessly, perfectly, and without any doubt!"

"All key personnel of the Jardine Matheson Group are immediately listed as key targets of investigation throughout the city."

"Completely block all exit permissions, restrict everyone from leaving the country—no one will escape!"

"Completely cut off all escape routes for the remaining British forces!"

"very good."

He Yuzhu nodded slightly, without saying another word.

With each word spoken, the outcome is decided.

Orion bowed and took his leave, immediately turning away to rush back to his post to finalize the arrangements.

Inside the huge warehouse, only He Yuzhu and Bai Yifeng remained.

"Set off."

The word "simple" perfectly encapsulates its ruthless nature.

The two immediately boarded a car and quietly headed to Kai Tak Airport, waiting for the final showdown to end.

During the drive, He Yuzhu turned his head to look at his assistant beside him.

Speak softly to confirm the details.

"Old Bai, are you sure those five special shipments can be loaded onto the plane smoothly?"

Bai Yifeng appeared confident and reported the details clearly and logically.

"Boss, there were absolutely no problems throughout the entire process."

"Five specially made shipments, all sealed inside standard aviation-grade cargo containers."

The appearance is compliant, the procedures are complete, the markings are normal, and there are no abnormalities or flaws.

"Our staff are all dressed in authentic airport ground staff uniforms throughout the process, and the replicas are 100% accurate."

"Possessing a complete set of genuine and valid internal documents and freight registration procedures of Jardine Matheson Group."

"They can freely enter and exit the airport's cargo area, the area around the tarmac, and the rear cargo loading and unloading area."

"The entire process was conducted in compliance with regulations and will not arouse any suspicion from security or verification personnel."

He Yuzhu nodded slightly and pressed for the core issue again.

"Is the plan for taking action with the aircraft ready?"

A cold, meticulous glint flashed in Bai Yifeng's eyes.

He calmly and meticulously reported the entire winning strategy.

"Following your instructions exactly, we will choose the most discreet, perfect, and seamless artistic solution."

"Our veteran 'Old Ghost,' whom we've placed in the airport's aircraft maintenance team, has completed the operation perfectly."

"Old Ghost graduated from a professional flight school in his early years and has been engaged in aircraft maintenance for decades."

"He has an excellent understanding of the internal structure, piping layout, and hydraulic system of the DC-6 model; his experience is top-notch."

"This operation was carried out without leaving a trace, perfectly circumventing all routine checks."

"The location of the damage was chosen to be inside the secondary pipe joint of the rudder hydraulic system."

Its location is extremely well hidden, deep inside the fuselage, and cannot be detected by the naked eye.

"There was no cutting, no impact, no disassembly, and no violent damage throughout the entire process."

"A layer of specially formulated, highly stable corrosion inhibitor is evenly applied to the inner wall of the pipe."

"The agent is completely stable at room temperature, with no corrosion, no mutation, and no trace."

"Only in an environment of high altitude, low temperature, high pressure, and continuous high-speed scouring by hydraulic oil."

Only then will the corrosion of the pipe wall be slow, uniform, and controllable.

"The final result is: within 90 to 110 minutes after takeoff."

"The pipe wall is slowly corroded and perforated, and the hydraulic oil is leaking out slowly and evenly."

"It won't crash instantly, it won't issue immediate alarms, and it won't expose the fault on the spot."

"By the time the standby crew noticed the anomaly, the malfunction was already completely irreversible."

"This ultimately led to the rudder completely jamming and failing at the cruise altitude, causing the aircraft to lose all control."

"All routine maintenance, debris search, and accident investigation were carried out afterward."

The final conclusion will only be that the failure is due to metal fatigue in older models, aging of sealing components, and natural leakage.

"This is one of the most common natural aviation accidents involving older piston-engine passenger planes."

"There were no signs of human intervention, no operational loopholes, and no deliberate destruction of evidence throughout the entire process."

"Even if the wreckage is salvaged in the future, the high pressure of the deep sea and the corrosion of seawater will cause problems."

It will also completely erase all drug residues and traces of human operation.

"It's done so perfectly, without any way to verify it, absolutely flawless."

A hint of approval flashed in He Yuzhu's eyes.

"I've always trusted Lao Gui's cooking skills."

"Can the timing be precisely locked?"

Bai Yifeng's tone was extremely confident, and his answer was precise.

"Everything is precisely calculated and controlled down to the second."

"Silver Wing took off from Kai Tak Airport and climbed to a stable cruising altitude."

It usually takes about thirty minutes.

"The timeframe for the agent to take effect, the pipe wall to erode, and the malfunction to occur is estimated to be between 90 and 110 minutes after takeoff."

"At that time, the plane will have just reached the deepest, uninhabited airspace in the South China Sea."

There are no islands, no shipping routes, no ships, and no rescue forces in the vicinity.

"On the vast, deep sea, the plane completely lost control of its direction."

Even if the entire crew were highly skilled, they were powerless to reverse the situation and had no chance of survival.

"And the DC-6 is an old-style piston engine model."

Sudden collapse and loss of control of a hydraulic system is a recognized fatal and high-frequency accidental failure.

"Even if someone has doubts, they won't be able to find any trace of human error."

A perfect finisher, a clean sweep without a trace.

He Yuzhu smiled indifferently and coldly.

"Then let's wait and see how it goes."

"We went to the airport in person to see this British tycoon off on his final journey."

"Let him see for himself the night view of Hong Kong that he has been entrenched in and plundering for decades."

"From this moment on, it is a final farewell."

"Yes, boss!"

The vehicle sped away, the night was deep, and danger lurked everywhere.

……

Kai Tak Airport, a private helipad late at night.

The entire airport was brightly lit, with giant searchlights piercing the deep night.

The intense light shone on the tarmac, runway, and fuselage, making it as bright as day.

The night air was filled with the sea breeze, carrying a strong smell of aviation fuel.

In the center of the tarmac, a sleek and sophisticated Douglas DC-6 private jet is quietly parked.

With its unique serial number and exquisite paint job, it is Keswick's personal aircraft, the "Silver Wing".

The four piston engines had already been started and warmed up in advance.

The fuselage trembled slightly, and the engines hummed softly, ready to take off at any moment.

The entire private helipad is under tight security, with multiple layers of cordon.

All irrelevant personnel were cleared from the area, leaving it quiet and solemn.

The airport was deserted and quiet late at night, with very few cars and people.

A few minutes later.

Several black sedans sped towards them.

The brakes came on smoothly, stopping precisely at the VIP-only exit.

As soon as the convoy came to a stop, the door of the middle car was suddenly pushed open.

Keswick practically stumbled and scrambled out of the car.

He clung tightly to the cold, hard crocodile-skin briefcase with both arms.

His knuckles were white, his arms were tense, and he dared not relax for a moment.

A night breeze blew in, carrying a complex aroma of sea salt and fuel.

It did nothing to ease his tense mind.

Instead, it made him even more panicked and uneasy, and a chill crept into his heart.

He instinctively turned around and gazed intently at the brightly lit Hong Kong Island cityscape behind him.

The emotions in his eyes were extremely complex.

There is resentment from having occupied this place for decades, and anger from having lost all their wealth.

There is the despair of collapsing power and the regret of a destroyed foundation.

But more often than not, it was the extreme relief of escaping death and being spared.

This is the land he has controlled, plundered, and dominated for decades.

After tonight, it will be completely unrelated to him.

Marcus strode forward and growled in a low voice, urging him on.

"Hurry! Board the plane! We can't stay any longer!"

He half-supported, half-carried Keswick, forcefully leading him quickly toward the gangway.

The remaining bodyguards immediately scattered and took their positions.

They occupied all key perimeter security positions around the perimeter.

Beneath the trench coat, cold firearms were faintly visible.

With sharp eyes, he scanned the entire room, eliminating any potential risks.

One hour ago.

The airport's dedicated maintenance team completed the final round of routine pre-flight checks.

All projects have been reported and approved without any faults or abnormalities.

Maintenance personnel evacuated the helipad in accordance with regulations.

Subsequently, the airport's dedicated cargo vehicle drove into the rear cargo area in accordance with regulations.

The crew, dressed in proper ground service uniforms, successfully delivered the five boxes of specially made goods.

Smoothly load the cargo into the rear cargo hold of the aircraft, secure it, and remove it from the site in accordance with regulations.

The entire process was complete, standardized, and flawless.

Thirty minutes ago, all ground crew, maintenance, and field staff evacuated.

The entire tarmac was now empty except for the flight crew and security personnel.

Keswick climbed the gangway step by step.

At the top of the gangway, he subconsciously turned back again.

He took one last deep look at the land of Hong Kong, the place that had brought him to the pinnacle and also caused him to fall into the abyss.

A myriad of emotions welled up inside me, a complex mix of feelings.

He really didn't want to leave; he couldn't bear to part with the immense wealth and supreme power he had accumulated over decades.

But he was even more afraid of dying!

Faced with an absolute threat of death, all wealth, power, and dignity are meaningless.

He took a deep breath, turned his head completely, bent down, and crawled into the passenger cabin.

As soon as he entered the cabin, he felt completely drained.

He slumped heavily onto the top-of-the-line genuine leather business chair.

He gasped for breath, and the tense muscles in his body finally relaxed a little.

Marcus followed closely behind and quickly boarded the plane.

He sat down next to Keswick, his gaze sharp and wary.

He scanned the cabin repeatedly, checking every crew member and every corner.

Be vigilant at all times and take precautions against unexpected accidents at the last minute.

The hatch slowly closed, locked, and pressurized.

It isolated it from all the darkness, wind, and noise of the outside world.

The next second, the roar of the plane's engines suddenly intensified.

The deafening roar echoed throughout the entire private helipad.