Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

At this time, in the rainforest southeast of Brunei, there was a temporary camp built with hunters' huts.

A group of indigenous people wearing red headscarves are resting around a campfire.

The leader of the red-turbaned group took a sip of soup and then said to his men, "Send some food to those foreigners, don't let them starve to death."

The subordinate nodded and immediately picked up some food and headed towards the cabin.

Another subordinate asked in a low voice, "Boss, do you think those Chinese will give in?"

The leader snorted coldly: "Whether they give in or not, we have achieved our goal. I'd like to see which foreign tourists will dare to visit Brunei from now on."

The henchman said greedily, "Those Chinese are really rich. It would be great if we could make a killing off them. When we robbed those Chinese before, it made all of us brothers rich."

The leader said calmly, "There will be opportunities. There are plenty of those damned Chinese who steal our jobs and businesses. Let's find a chance to rob them."

"Tsk, if only we could get our hands on those Chinese in Brunei. I heard they're rolling in money now," one of the subordinates remarked.

"Don't even think about attacking Brunei's mainland. Their guards are very strong. The brothers who went to scout last time never returned from Brunei." The leader said sternly, "We don't do things that would lead to our deaths."

Hearing the leader's stern warning, the others had no choice but to abandon their plans.

The group chatted idly for a while, but the men who went to deliver the food didn't return, which made the leader feel something was wrong: "Where is the person who delivered the food?"

"Huh, did he go to the toilet?" his subordinate said, looking puzzled.

At that moment, the sentry in charge of the surrounding area suddenly spoke up: "Chief, it's foggy around here."

When everyone looked up, it was just dawn, and white mist was already spreading around the rainforest.

Although fog is not uncommon in the rainforest, the group found today's fog to be rather strange.

Like a clump of white cotton, even when the wind blows, it cannot disperse the mist.

"Maybe the guy who delivered the food got lost?" The subordinate made a reasonable deduction, looking at the fog that made it almost impossible to see his own palm.

It's quite normal for people to get lost on such foggy days.

However, it's nothing to the indigenous people who have lived on this land for generations.

Just stay where you are and wait for a few tens of minutes.

Although the fog in the rainforest is thick, it is quickly dissipated by the strong sunlight.

Hearing his subordinates' discussion, the leader did not lower his guard; instead, he became even more tense.

Upon seeing the thick fog, a sense of danger lingered in his mind.

Don't underestimate this intuition; the leader was a retired member of the Malay Legion, someone who had actually served in the military.

Although they haven't experienced any major battles, they've spent a lot of time going out on missions.

This intuition was honed through fighting with others, and it saved at least three of his lives.

This intuition resurfaced, making him feel uneasy.

So he shouted to his men, "Pick up your weapons and retreat to the side of the cabin to stand guard."

Upon hearing their leader's words, the natives picked up their weapons and quickly moved toward the wooden hut.

But at that moment, a shrill scream rang out, startling everyone present.

Along with the screams, there was also a grating sound of bones being smashed.

The leader was very familiar with this sound; he often heard it when he broke people's bones with a blunt object.

But hearing such a sound in this white fog now immediately filled some people with a sense of horror.

"Who's there? Speak up."

The leader's men, in a panic, immediately pointed their guns at him.

Unfortunately, the surrounding environment was eerily quiet, and the screams from before quickly disappeared.

Seeing this, the leader's unease intensified.

He then shouted to his men, "All assemble here, guns pointed outwards. Open fire immediately if there is any movement."

Upon hearing their leader's words, the white-turbaned men, who had been terrified, seemed to have found their pillar of support and immediately moved towards him.

But at that moment, the sound of chains rattling suddenly came from within the white mist.

Then a round-headed iron chain shot out from the white mist, wrapped around the leg of a person wearing a red headscarf twice like a snake emerging from its hole, and was pulled into the thick fog amidst the person's panicked screams.

Then the sound of a blunt object smashing bones came again, and everything returned to calm.

Seeing this, the leader could no longer hold back and pulled the trigger directly at the spot where the figure had just disappeared.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta."

As the leader opened fire, his men also unleashed a volley of fire in that direction.

The bullets pierced the air, cutting through the thick fog before striking nearby trees, sending splinters flying.

But there was nothing in the place where the red headscarf disappeared.

Finally, someone couldn't help but say, "What the hell is that?"

"Shh, shut up." The leader's face was solemn as he slapped the guy who had spoken out of turn across the face and said fiercely, "Everyone, pay close attention."

Now no one dared to speak, and they looked around warily.

The leader would open fire immediately if there was even the slightest change.

They had been locked in a standoff with something in the white mist for a long time, but nothing had happened.

This made the leader's men anxious.

This person, with such poor mental fortitude, quickly went berserk, grabbing his rifle and firing wildly in all directions. "Bastard, you!"

The leader was furious and about to reprimand his men when a figure appeared from the white mist and swung a chain at one of them.

Now the leader could finally see what the other person looked like.

These people were wearing hooded robes, carrying oil lamps, and were led by chains as thick as a thumb.

There were still some bloodstains on the hard outer shell of the oil lamp.

Clearly, the two henchmen who were just ambushed and killed were beaten to death by these strange people in front of them with oil lamps.

Upon seeing the figure, the leader immediately raised his gun and fired at the man, completely disregarding the life or death of the subordinate who was being dragged away.

The bullet killed his men, but passed through flesh and blood and struck the mysterious man.

But to the head's horror, a ripple suddenly appeared on the other party's body.

The bullet passed right through the man's body right in front of the leader, leaving the leader and his men completely dumbfounded.

"What...what kind of monster is this?" the subordinate said, his voice trembling.

Now, not only his subordinates, but even the leader of the Red Turbans suspected that he had encountered something unclean.

After glancing at them, the mysterious man stopped hiding in the white mist and strode out.

Moreover, there were more than a dozen of these mysterious people.

This brought a look of despair to the leader's eyes.

Monsters that can't be killed by guns, and there's more than one of them. How are they supposed to fight back?

These mysterious figures didn't hold back either, raising their oil lamps and shining them at the group.

Its power was like that of a cannonball.

Anyone who gets hit by it will have their chest bones collapse.

Some even had their brains smashed out.

But the leader himself was no ordinary nobody. The terrifying experience of facing death brought him back to his senses, and he ducked his head to avoid the oil lamp.

He then rolled on the spot and opened fire with his rifle.

This time, the bullets didn't penetrate directly as before; instead, they caused several blossoms of blood to appear on the white-robed man's body.

"It'll work, they can be hit and killed." The leader's face lit up with delight, and he immediately ordered several of his men to retaliate against the man in white.

But the injured man in white suddenly smiled at them and pointed a finger at them.

They were then bombarded by countless bullets, which tore their robes open to reveal their bloody flesh.

Before the leader could even feel happy, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Even though he hadn't hit anything, tearing open his clothes revealed a series of bloody holes, just like when he had been hit by the rifle in his own hand.

This is another ability of the Ghost Demon.

Every demon is known for its extremely strong physical abilities.

As for Doom himself, who is even more powerful than the devil, Chen Jiajun even doubted that he could withstand the power of a missile.

After dealing with the robbers, Ghost Demon turned and left.

Doom then arrived with his young demon slaves and rescued the hostages.

"God, God. I thought we were going to die here."

"I miss my mom."

"That's wonderful, that's wonderful."

The rescued hostages were filled with gratitude, some overjoyed, some weeping – a true reflection of human nature.

This scene was captured by reporters who arrived at the scene.

These reporters were from Brunei's television station. They not only recorded the scene before their eyes, but also interviewed several victims.

Although the victims did not witness what happened, they knew that it was Doom and his group who saved them.

There are quite a few oddballs among the foreigners. Besides these grateful hostages, there was also a young couple who had been badly beaten and were demanding compensation, even condemning the mercenary group's inhumane actions.

Even the terrorists who kidnapped them have human rights.

This approach works very well in the West, easily attracting all the media.

After all, Western media outlets will do anything for ratings.

But this was Brunei, and they were making quite a fuss that the reporter didn't even glance at them.

Instead, the camera focused on the terrorists who had kidnapped the tourists.

Aside from the rescued tourists, these red-turbaned individuals were the main targets of their "interviews".

This matter cannot be resolved peacefully. If it is easily overlooked, then the same thing will happen again next time.

So whether it's Chen Jiajun or Li Yaohua, they both want to make this a big deal out of it.

The bigger the noise, the better.

So after the tourists were all taken back to their hotels in Brunei, Li Yaohua immediately held a press conference at the hotel and invited reporters from all over the world to attend.

Upon learning that the case of the missing Bruneian tourist had been resolved, reporters from various countries rushed to the scene. (End of Chapter)