Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings.

Chapter 1132 [The End of the Hero]

Li Zhaoheng's fingertips drew five winding rain marks on the tempered glass.

At five o'clock in the morning, heavy rain shrouded the Victoria Harbour in an iron-grey curtain. He saw his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window shattered into countless pieces.

Wow! Wow!
The sound of sirens pierced through the rain, and the red and blue police lights formed a blood-red galaxy around the villa, approaching the villa area along the winding mountain road.

"Rebellious son! The three-generation Li family business is destroyed in your hands!" The father's roar exploded from the receiver, mixed with the sharp beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor.

Li Zhaoheng gripped the handle of the gilded phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Am I wrong? No, I'm not! I'm not wrong. The Li family will not fall, and neither will I!"

Li Zhaoheng shook his head, unwilling to answer his father's call again.

Not long ago, my father Li Xiaohe called again, this time in the hospital room.

That’s right, Li Xiaohe was hospitalized due to anger and is still undergoing an electrocardiogram.

The reason why he called Li Zhaoheng was simple. Besides scolding him, he was worried.

Among three sons.

In fact, he loves Li Zhaoheng the most.

pat!

Li Zhaoheng hung up the phone and breathed rapidly.

He didn't want to and didn't dare to hear his father's voice again.

He walked to the French window, and the glass reflected the new frosting on his temples.

At this moment, his temple was beating violently, but his heart was as cold as death.

Lost!

He lost completely.

Sato's army was completely wiped out.

Even Sato himself was beaten into a sieve.

The Flying Tigers that descended from the sky crushed Sato to death.

"Du Yongxiao..."

When the name rolled out of Li Zhaoheng's throat, the anger made his breathing painful.

clap clap clap!
There were sounds of footsteps coming from the spiral staircase.

Li Zhaoheng turned around suddenly--
The past came to mind, and the family meeting in the revolving restaurant on the 38th floor seemed like yesterday.

The eldest brother Li Zhaoyuan poured whiskey on his face.

The cigar ash from the second brother Li Zhaozhen burned through the financial statements.

"You want to use our entire Li family to fight Du Yongxiao? Who do you think you are? Superman? God? Buddha?"

The sound of raindrops hitting the banana leaves suddenly became denser.

Li Zhaoheng walked to the wine cabinet, took out the whiskey, opened it and blew hard.

He suddenly remembered Du Yongxiao's insult to him not long ago, "Why do you want to fight me? What do you have to fight me?"

"Yeah, I should have been sober at that time. How could I fight him?" Li Zhaoheng cried and drank the liquor madly.

"Now I've lost! He asked me to play a big one, and I followed his wish, but now I've lost! I lost the entire Li family to him!" Li Zhaoheng ripped off his tie and gulped down the liquor again.

He drank, staggered, opened the door, and walked towards the balcony step by step.

"Du Yongxiao, you loser! I won't let you go! Yes. Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!" Li Zhaoheng cried, laughed, roared, and growled.

It's raining heavily outside.

When Li Zhaoheng stepped onto the marble railing of the terrace with his wet leather shoes, he saw his reflection in the rain puddle falling apart.

How did I end up like this when I was once a favored child of heaven?
He couldn't figure it out or understand it.

He glanced at the gold Rolex on his wrist.

That was the gift my father, Li Xiaohe, gave me as a reward when I successfully acquired a soda company at the age of 18.

He always wears this watch.

At this moment, the Rolex is still moving on my wrist, and the sound of the second hand beating and the siren gradually overlap.

The villa was broken into by the police.

"Quick! Catch Li Zhaoheng!"

"Don't let him escape!"

The footsteps were chaotic. The Li Zhaoheng Villa, which was once heavily guarded, elegant and quiet, has now become a vegetable market.

"Du Yongxiao!"

The roar was torn apart by the strong wind.

Li Zhaoheng opened his arms and the air from the high altitude poured into his suit.

He saw himself at the age of eighteen, dressed in fine clothes and riding a horse, full of vigor and vitality.

I saw myself at the age of 30, dominating the business world and being invincible.

"Du Yongxiao, I'll go ahead! I'll wait for you downstairs!" Li Zhaoheng jumped with a ferocious smile on his face.

As we fell, the rainstorm suddenly became silent.

Li Zhaoheng heard the crisp sound of his skull hitting the rain curtain, which was very similar to the last roll of the dice in the casino that year.

……

The rainstorm has just stopped.

A glimmer of light appeared in the east.

Taiping Mountain, the official residence of the Du family.

Du Yongxiao sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, swirled his red wine, and gazed at the morning light outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Brother Xiao, this is Li Zhaoheng's autopsy report." When Zhuang Dingxian handed over the document, his finger lingered for a moment on the entry of "death by falling from a building."

A cold light flashed in Du Yongxiao's starry eyes.

He had long guessed that Li Zhaoheng would end his life in this way, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon. According to Du Yongxiao's guess, he should at least struggle for a while longer, preferably after being arrested and tried.
"A lot of evidence was not used, what a pity!" Du Yongxiao shook his head, threw the autopsy report back, turned around and ordered Zhuang Dingxian: "Go check Li Zhaoheng's private safe. Although the Li Group is within easy reach, the stock price is still high--"

Zhuang Dingxian was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "I understand!"

……

The death of the great hero Li Zhaoheng did not cause much waves in Hong Kong.

Because all major media outlets in Hong Kong have tacitly kept silent on this matter.

It was as if the dead person was not a wealthy Hong Kong tycoon, a child of destiny, or the future heir of the Li family, but an insignificant homeless man sleeping in the east of the bridge.

The most common comment from the outside world about his death was four words: "Not a pity to die"!
On the day of Li Zhaoheng's funeral, the family, once the largest family in Hong Kong, was deserted and no one came to pay their respects.

Everyone knows that Li Zhaoheng's death was caused by Du Yongxiao.

He wanted to assassinate Du Yongxiao, but ultimately failed, resulting in his death, and also implicated the Li family, making the Li family a prey on the stock market. Scandal about them kept coming out, and the stock price plummeted. Now everyone wants to take a bite out of the Li family.

The deserted scene made Li Zhaoheng's Li Xiaohe very sad.

"Father, maybe no one will come today," said the eldest son Li Zhaoyuan.

"Yes, father, everyone is afraid of offending Du Yongxiao now. Who dares to come and pay condolences to my third brother?" said the second son Li Zhaozhen.

Li Xiaohe felt hopeless, having experienced what it meant to be forgotten when someone leaves and everyone pushes down on you when you fall.

Li Xiaohe looked back at the black and white photo of his son Li Zhaoheng placed in the funeral home, and tears suddenly flowed down his face.

at this time--
"Guests are arriving!" the host shouted.

"Is someone coming?" The Li family looked outside in surprise.

Even the people helping at the funeral home couldn't help but look over, wanting to see who was brave enough to come over and pay their respects to Li Zhaoheng.

A Rolls-Royce, escorted by three luxury cars, stopped at the door of the funeral home.''

Du Yongxiao opened the car door and got out.

"Impossible, how could it be him?" the Li brothers asked in surprise.

The old father, Li Xiaohe, also looked at the newcomer with astonishment, suspecting that he might have seen it wrong due to presbyopia.

It was not until Du Yongxiao came over, took the flowers from the people next to him, and went forward to pay tribute to Li Zhaoheng, Li Xiaohe and others that they came to their senses and realized that all this was true.

"Du Yongxiao, you--" Li Xiaohe didn't know what to say when facing Du Yongxiao.

The other party killed his own son, but came to pay tribute.

The other party can now kill the entire Li family, so why does he come here?

Looking at Li Xiaohe who looked puzzled, Du Yongxiao put his hands behind his back and said, "You must be curious about why I came here?"

"Yes, I am curious."

"That's because--" Du Yongxiao turned his head to look at the black and white photo of Li Zhaoheng, then turned around and said: "Death is the greatest thing!"

(End of this chapter)