Hong Kong Film: Short mules have no future, I am in charge of Hong Kong

Chapter 388 Not a single one of them left alive.
“He knows our names.” Yu Xi frowned. “What does that mean?”

“That means we’re being watched.” Su Hanze raised his head, his gaze deep and unfathomable. “Moreover, those watching us are no small fry.”

Ah Biao frowned: "You mean... someone betrayed us?"

Su Hanze didn't answer, only staring silently at the ground. Countless names and faces flashed through his mind, but none of them gave him certainty. He knew that now was not the time to investigate; they had to survive first.

"Let's rest," he finally said. "We need to figure out how to leave this city tomorrow."

Yu Xi nodded, but there was still a hint of unease in her eyes.

The air in the basement was stifling, and the dim light cast blurry shadows on the walls. Su Hanze leaned against the bed, a gun resting on his knee, his gaze occasionally sweeping towards the hidden door leading to the entrance. A Biao lay on the bed next to him, his breathing gradually becoming steady, but his face remained pale. Yu Xi sat in the corner, her arms wrapped around her knees, her eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

"Are you sure Old Chen is reliable?" Yu Xi suddenly asked, her voice so low it was almost as if she were talking to herself.

Su Hanze glanced at her and said in a flat tone, "He owes me a life and won't betray us easily."

"I owe you a life?" A-Biao propped himself up, frowning as he looked at Su Hanze. "When did you get involved with this old guy?"

“That happened a long time ago.” Su Hanze didn’t explain further, but said in a low voice, “Now is not the time to talk about this.”

Yu Xi looked up at Su Hanze with a complicated expression: "So what do we do next? Hide here for two days, and then what?"

“Find a way out of this city.” Su Hanze’s answer was brief, his gaze still fixed on the hidden door. “They won’t let us leave easily, but we have no other choice.”

Ah Biao gave a wry smile and rubbed his shoulder: "You make it sound so easy, those people are no pushovers. Especially that guy with the knife, I don't think he's an ordinary person."

“He’s not.” Su Hanze’s tone turned cold. “He was able to find our location and know our names. He must have someone directing him.”

Yu Xi's expression changed slightly. She lowered her head and bit her lip, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent. Su Hanze noticed her reaction and narrowed his eyes: "What do you know?"

"What?" Yu Xi suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with panic. "I... what could I possibly know?"

"Your expression just now was off." Su Hanze stared at her, his voice low. "Is there something you haven't told us?"

Yu Xi's fingers tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her voice: "I just... feel like something's wrong. That person with the knife, he doesn't seem to be after A Biao."

"What do you mean?" Ah Biao frowned and sat up straight. "If it's not aimed at me, then who is it aimed at?"

Yu Xi didn't answer immediately. Her gaze shifted between Su Hanze and Abiao before finally settling on Su Hanze: "I...I might know something."

Su Hanze's eyes darkened, and he slowly stood up. Although he didn't raise the gun in his hand, he gripped it tighter: "Explain yourself."

Yu Xi gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind: "I'm not the kind of person you think I am."

"What do you mean by 'not the kind of person we think they are'?" A-Biao frowned, his tone tinged with impatience. "Yu-Xi, stop beating around the bush, what exactly happened?"

Yu Xi took a deep breath and said in a low but firm voice, "My surname is Tang, and my father is Tang Zhenhai."

The basement fell silent for a moment, the only sound the soft hum of breathing. Su Hanze's eyes narrowed sharply as he stared at Yu Xi, as if trying to see right through her. A Biao froze for a few seconds, then his eyes widened suddenly: "Tang Zhenhai? Tang Zhenhai, the Director of Customs?"

Yu Xi nodded, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Yes, my real name is Tang Yu Xi."

"You..." Ah Biao opened his mouth, as if he was too shocked to speak by the news, "You're the daughter of the Customs Director? Then why are you hanging out with us?"

Su Hanze didn't speak, but stared silently at Yu Xi, his eyes as cold as ice. His fingers tapped lightly on the gun, the sound particularly clear in the silent basement.

Yu Xi felt uneasy under his gaze, but she forced herself to continue: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just... I have my own reasons."

"Reason?" Su Hanze finally spoke, his voice so low it sent chills down one's spine. "You'd better explain yourself clearly, or I can't guarantee what will happen next."

Yu Xi bit her lip, a struggle flashing in her eyes: "My father... he's recently gotten into some trouble. Someone wants to get something through him, and I... I'm being targeted by them."

"Who?" Su Hanze's tone was devoid of any warmth.

“I don’t know their names.” Yu Xi shook her head, her voice tinged with helplessness. “But I know they’re not ordinary people. They’re rich, powerful, and… a lot of people.”

Ah Biao frowned and interjected, "So you ran away to join us to hide from them?"

“Not entirely,” Yu Xi said softly. “My father made me leave home, saying it wasn’t safe outside. But I didn’t want to be a coward hiding in the shadows, so… I found you.”

"Found us?" Su Hanze sneered. "What do you think we are? Your bodyguards?"

"No!" Yu Xi suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with urgency. "I just... want to prove myself. I don't want to live under someone else's protection for the rest of my life."

Su Hanze stared at her for a few seconds, the coldness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a complex emotion: "So you used a false identity to approach us, and followed us through life and death, just to prove yourself?"

Yu Xi didn't answer, but lowered her head and silently clenched her fists.

Ah Biao rubbed his forehead and sighed, "This is... too outrageous. You're the daughter of the Customs Director, and you're doing this kind of dangerous work with us? Are you out of your mind?"

“I had no choice.” Yu Xi’s voice was so low it was almost inaudible. “My father is in a dangerous situation, and I can’t let him face it alone.”

Su Hanze snorted coldly, turned around and sat back on the edge of the bed: "What does your father's matter have to do with us?"

Yu Xi raised her head, her eyes pleading: "I know you don't owe me anything, but... I really need your help."

"Help?" Ah Biao scoffed. "Look at our situation now! We can barely take care of ourselves, how can we help you?"

“I know.” Yu Xi bit her lip. “But I can give you something in return. If you help me, I can get you out of this city safely.”

Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, his tone cold and hard: "What gives you the right?"

“My father.” Yu Xi took a deep breath, her voice becoming firm. “He has connections that can make you leave cleanly, without anyone investigating.”

Ah Biao paused for a moment, then looked at Su Hanze: "Is what she said... reliable?"

Su Hanze didn't answer, but just stared at Yu Xi, as if trying to find a flaw in her expression. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke: "You'd better not be lying."

“I didn’t.” Yu Xi’s eyes were firm. “I can vouch for it in my father’s name.”

“Okay.” Su Hanze nodded, his tone still indifferent. “But you have to tell me first why those people wanted to arrest you.”

Yu Xi hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke, "They want a document. Something my father had, records about a shipment." "What shipment?" Abiao frowned. "Was it worth hunting you down like this?"

“I don’t know the details.” Yu Xi shook her head. “My father never told me the specifics. He only said that the document was very important and absolutely could not fall into the hands of those people.”

Su Hanze sneered: "So your father pushed you out as a target?"

"No!" Yu Xi retorted sharply, her voice trembling with emotion. "He did it to protect me! He told me to leave because he didn't want me to get involved!"

"In the end, you still got involved." Su Hanze's tone was calm, but with a hint of sarcasm. "And you dragged us down with you too."

Yu Xi bit her lip, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes: "I...I didn't mean to do this."

"Alright." Ah Biao waved his hand, his tone tinged with impatience. "What's the use of saying all this now? We need to figure out who those people are first."

Su Hanze nodded, then turned his gaze to Yu Xi: "How much do you know?"

“Not much,” Yu Xi said softly. “All I know is that they are connected to someone called ‘Grey Wolf’.”

"Grey Wolf?" Ah Biao frowned. "Who's that?"

“A code name,” Yu Xi explained. “My father mentioned it once, saying that this person was dangerous and had a group of people working for him who did shady things.”

Su Hanze's eyes darkened: "Is that guy with the knife one of Gray Wolf's men?"

“Possibly.” Yu Xi nodded. “His swordsmanship… is very special. My father once said that Gray Wolf had a swordsman named ‘Shadow,’ who never showed himself but was very fast.”

"Shadow?" A-Biao scoffed. "That's quite a pretentious name."

“Don’t underestimate him.” Yu Xi said seriously, “My father said that Shadow has never failed.”

Su Hanze remained silent for a few seconds, quickly processing the information in his mind. Gray Wolf, Shadow—these names sounded like code names from the underworld, and Yu Xi's identity undoubtedly made the whole situation more complicated. He knew that they now not only had to face pursuit, but also had to guard against the trouble that Yu Xi might bring.

"Let's rest," he finally said, his tone indifferent. "Tomorrow morning, we'll go find Old Chen and ask him if he knows anything about Gray Wolf."

Yu Xi nodded and said softly, "Thank you... for listening to me."

"Don't thank me too soon," Su Hanze replied coldly. "If you dare to play us, you know the consequences yourself."

Yu Xi didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.

As night deepened, the basement lights gradually dimmed. The three lay on their beds, the only sound in the air the soft rustling of their breaths. Su Hanze had his eyes closed, but his mind was racing. He knew that Yu Xi's exposed identity was just the beginning, and the road ahead would only become more perilous.

The next morning, the hidden door to the basement was pushed open, and Old Chen walked in carrying a plate of bread and several bottles of water. He glanced at the three of them, frowned, and said, "You guys were sleeping like logs. I thought something had happened."

Su Hanze sat up and took the bread: "What's going on outside?"

"Not for now." Old Chen placed the water on the table. "But I advise you not to stay too long. Although this place is remote, someone might come looking for you."

"Two days," Su Hanze said briefly. "We mean what we say."

Old Chen snorted and turned to leave. Su Hanze suddenly called out to him, "Wait a minute."

"What?" Old Chen turned around, his eyes showing a hint of impatience.

"Have you heard of 'Grey Wolf'?" Su Hanze stared into his eyes, his tone calm but with a hint of probing.

Old Chen's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal: "Grey wolf? What's that?"

"Don't pretend." Su Hanze's tone turned cold. "You've been in this business for so many years, there's no way you haven't heard of it."

Old Chen was silent for a few seconds, then sighed: "Alright, I've heard of it. But I advise you not to get involved. Gray Wolf is not someone you can afford to mess with."

"Who is he?" Yu Xi couldn't help but ask, her voice filled with urgency.

“A madman.” Old Chen’s tone was indifferent. “No one knows his real name, and no one has ever seen his face. But he has a group of men under his command, all of whom are desperados.”

"And what about the shadow?" Su Hanze continued to ask.

Old Chen's eyes narrowed, as if something sensitive had been touched: "You even know about shadows?"

"Answer the question." Su Hanze's tone left no room for argument.

Old Chen hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke: "Shadow is Gray Wolf's knife, specializing in doing his dirty work. No one knows what he looks like, but anyone he targets never leaves alive."

Yu Xi's face paled slightly, and she bit her lip: "Then... why is Gray Wolf looking for my father?"

"Your father?" Old Chen paused, then frowned. "Who is your father?"

Yu Xi glanced at Su Hanze, and seeing him nod slightly, she whispered, "Tang Zhenhai, Director of the Customs Administration."

Old Chen's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had heard something unbelievable: "You're Tang Zhenhai's daughter?"

“Yes.” Yu Xi nodded, her tone calm.

Old Chen took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead: "No wonder...no wonder you were chased so badly."

"What do you know?" Su Hanze stared at him, his tone cold and hard.

“I don’t know much,” Old Chen shook his head. “But I heard that customs recently seized a batch of goods that involved Grey Wolf’s business. His men suffered heavy losses and probably want to settle accounts with Tang Zhenhai.”

"What goods?" Ah Biao interrupted, frowning as he asked.

"I don't know," Old Chen shrugged. "I left this industry a long time ago, how would I know so much?"

Su Hanze gave him a cold look, clearly not believing him: "You'd better not be lying."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Old Chen snorted and turned to walk towards the hidden door. "But I'm warning you, the Grey Wolves are not someone you can handle. Take advantage of the opportunity while you still can and run."

(End of this chapter)