Hong Kong General: Rebirth of Rage, Rising from Prison

Chapter 253 Huo Zhaotang, this is not how you repay a debt of gratitude!
In the basement of the walled village, in a dimly lit, enclosed room.

The exhaust fan whirred and spun, cutting through the light that pierced the gaps.

The light and shadow from the fan blades shone on Huo Zhaotang's face, like a giant hand slapping him in the face.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

The sound of crocodile leather shoes echoing on the ground reverberated in the empty space.

"Not awake yet?"

Looking down at Huo Zhaotang, who was lying on the ground in a mess and drooling from the anesthetic, Chen Shixian turned to the jujutsu and said, "Wake-up service!"

"Wow!"

Bursting Beads casually picked up a bucket of water from the side and splashed it on Huo Zhaotang's face.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The cold water caused Huo Zhaotang's heart to clench, and he took a deep breath. The icy water entered his trachea, and his body began to tremble violently.

After pausing for a moment, he wiped the water off his face, opened his eyes, and glanced around at his surroundings.

Looking up and seeing the group of people in front of him, he was instantly terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

Led by Chen Shixian, Qiu Gangao, Baozhu, Ahua, and Aquan lined up in a fan shape, each staring at him with chilling eyes, exuding a strong sense of oppression, as if they wanted to devour him.

"Mr. Huo, do you remember us?"

Chen Shixian spoke with a smile.

"You...you guys are those cops from before!"

Huo Zhao was shocked and felt a chill run down his spine, causing him to shrink back.

Looking around, he realized he was being held captive and his secretary was gone. He yelled, "My secretary! Did you kill her?"

"Tsk, you can barely take care of yourself, and you're still thinking about your 'thick book' secretary."

Chen Shixian smiled jokingly and turned to look at the juicy bead: "Tell Mr. Huo, where is his secretary?"

"The secretary is quite well-off, Brother Bao. I've seen her, and it was quite an eye-opener, haha!"

"No wonder you old Dengs all like to hire secretaries. When there's work to be done, the secretary does it; when there's nothing to do..."

The popping bead gave a cheeky grin, revealing a knowing look.

Everyone followed suit, looking at Huo Zhaotang with a half-smile, as if they were watching a joke.

"You've taken my secretary's place!"

"This is illegal. You used to be police officers, how can you act recklessly?"

"What exactly do you want to do!"

Huo Zhaotang's expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly.

He wasn't particularly concerned about the female secretary's life or death; he simply wanted to find out information and predict his own fate by asking her questions.

Clearly, this situation is not good.

These people have absolutely no morals or bottom line, which is terrible.

"What do you think we should do?"

Chen Shixian pulled over a folding chair, propped himself up on his thighs, and stared at Huo Zhaotang:
"You don't think we have the leisure to invite you back for tea, do you?"

Huo Zhaotang's expression changed slightly, and his heart sank to the bottom.

He recalled the previous kidnapping case, where the police officers in front of him killed someone during interrogation in an attempt to save him.

In court, to avoid complications and maintain stock price stability, they pretended to know nothing and tricked them.

At the time, these policemen were just minor figures.

In his view, a few insignificant people were no different from consumables or tools.

They didn't treat these people as human beings at all, nor did they take them seriously.

What business is it of his if these people live or die?

However, he did not expect that these scoundrels would develop rapidly after being released from prison, their businesses would grow bigger and bigger, their status would rise higher and higher, and their subordinates would increase.

Even salted fish can turn around!

Ever since he returned to China, he has seen news in many newspapers and media outlets about Genesis Properties and Ho Yu-kee jointly developing walled villages.

He was very surprised.

These ordinary police officers, some of whom had even served time in prison, unexpectedly rose to great heights after their release.

Now, the other party has money, manpower, and influence. If they kidnap him, it's definitely because of that previous incident.

Retribution came after the fact.

"Gentlemen, every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. Back then, even your superiors couldn't protect you, so there was nothing I could do!"

"I'm just telling the truth. I was kidnapped at the time, and I really didn't know anything!"

Huo Zhaotang tried to argue his way out, looking completely innocent and feigning ignorance, thus denying any involvement in the matter.

This shameless behavior made Qiu Gang'ao and Baozhu and the others feel a surge of anger, their teeth itching with rage.

"It seems Mr. Huo's memory isn't very good. A'ao, help him recall."

Chen Shixian leaned back against the backrest, lit a Blue Panda cigarette, and glanced sideways at Huo Zhaotang.

"What are you doing?!"

As Qiu Gang'ao's cold and fierce figure approached, Huo Zhaotang's heart tightened, and he retreated frantically, shouting.

"Snapped!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Qiu Gang'ao slapped Huo Zhaotang hard across the fleshy face.

"Clap clap clap!"

Then, several more slaps followed, making Huo Zhaotang's head buzz, his cheeks swollen, his face bruised and swollen, and he cried out with tears streaming down his face: "Stop hitting me!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong."

Huo Zhaotang wisely begged for mercy; if the beating continued, his face would be slapped to pieces.

Chen Shixian raised an eyebrow slightly, gestured with his hand, and smiled, "Oh, Mr. Huo, do you remember now?"

"I'm sorry, thank you for saving me back then."

Huo Zhaotang hissed and exhaled, his arrogance gone. He was no longer wronged and wisely apologized.

The "Big Slap Reversal Technique" works very well.

"Mr. Huo, look at you, if you had been so polite earlier, I wouldn't have come to you today."

Chen Shixian held a cigarette between his fingers, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "Once upon a time, all we needed was your attitude."

"Now, I'm sorry, we've changed, we've become more realistic."

"I'm sorry, it's okay, thank you. You're welcome, that's how kindergarten children interact."

"We do not accept your apology and thanks!"

"Unless you show some sincerity!"

Huo Zhaotang covered his aching and burning face and quickly tried to appease him: "I'm sincere, I'm very sincere."

"Whatever you want: cars, houses, money, women, anything!"

"Alright, then let me see your sincerity!"

Chen Shixian slowly took out Huo Zhaotang's phone, dialed a string of numbers, and handed it to him: "Call the police department to report that Pan Asia Bank is opening its vault tomorrow."

"what?!"

Huo Zhaotang stared wide-eyed at Chen Shixian in disbelief, utterly shocked!
Pan Asia Bank's vault security system is connected to the police alarm center.

Every time the vault is opened, the police must be notified and reported; otherwise, the police will arrive immediately once the vault is opened.

Chen Shixian told him to report to the police and explain that he was going to rob the vault. His heart sank to the bottom.

Pan Asia Bank, which claims to be building the safest central bank in Hong Kong, currently holds 100 million US dollars.

If robbed, it's not just the hundred million US dollars that will be lost, but also the trust.

The stock market will also crash.

In addition, with the chairman himself being kidnapped, the stock price is bound to plummet!
The more Huo Zhaotang thought about it, the more terrified he became.

Because I thought of something even more terrifying.

His eyes widened as if he didn't recognize Chen Shixian, staring intently at him, his voice trembling: "The mastermind behind the short selling of Pan Asia Bank, it's you!"

"Congratulations, you guessed it correctly."

Chen Shixian smiled and answered decisively, "However, there's no reward."

When Huo Zhaotang saw Chen Shixian admit it so readily, his heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran from his head to his heels, as if he had been stared at by the large head of a cobra.

This shows that these scoundrels had been watching him for a long time and had even devised a scheme specifically for him.

They were just waiting to push him into the abyss at the last moment, smash him to pieces, and shatter him to pieces.

No!

Absolutely not!

Huo Zhaotang's heart pounded. He couldn't let the Pan-Asia Bank, which he had painstakingly built up over his entire life, collapse like this!
We absolutely cannot let this be ruined by these scoundrels!
He roared wildly in his heart.

However, he remained outwardly calm and tried his best to persuade Chen Shixian.

“Mr. Chen, you’re a big name now, with a certain reputation in both the legitimate and underworld circles.”

"You and your brothers are all made of porcelain, why smash them like tiles?"

"With your current wealth and status, robbing a bank is really unnecessary!"

"In the end, it will result in both sides suffering losses, which is quite ugly."

“If you want money, I can give it to you, one hundred million, two hundred million, as long as I have it, I will not hesitate.” “Consider it repayment for the life-saving grace you gave me back then.”

Huo Zhaotang, a businessman who is flexible and adaptable, has now changed his tune, speaking kindly and trying to persuade Chen Shixian and his group to give up their idea of ​​revenge.

"Great kindness is not something to be repaid with words. If you say that, you are looking down on us and making it seem like we are the ones who owe you a debt of gratitude."

Chen Shixian's noble demeanor of showing gratitude without seeking anything in return left Huo Zhaotang completely bewildered.

But the next second, Chen Shixian changed his tone and said bluntly, "We're not beggars, why should we ask you for money?"

"We want what we like, and we'll take it ourselves!"

"you……"

Huo Zhaotang was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode; the fire in his chest seemed to want to dry up the water in Victoria Harbour.

His face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

At that moment, he completely understood what Chen Shixian meant. This scoundrel was even more greedy and outrageous than he had imagined.

Not only did he want to take 100 million US dollars from the central bank, but he also wanted to short-sell Pan Asia Bank to make a fortune. In the end, he was dragged down into the mud, and his pride, his career, and everything he had were destroyed.

This is meant to make him watch helplessly as he loses everything he cares about most!

Shrimp and pork heart, shrimp and pork heart!

"Don't even think about it! Don't even think about it!"

“I have many connections in the business and political circles. Fanya Bank has shares in Eagle Group. If you do this, you will suffer a terrible fate!”

"You can't do this to me!"

Huo Zhaotang, outwardly fierce but inwardly weak, his eyes bloodshot, lost all composure and began to make frantic threats.

"Ah Ao, mute!"

Chen Shixian tapped his ear with his little finger, his expression turning serious, and said to Qiu Gang'ao.

"Crack!"

Qiu Gang'ao held the gun to Huo Zhaotang's temple, his expression utterly ruthless.

Mute in one second.

Huo Zhaotang instantly calmed down. Cold sweat mixed with blood and water flowed down his neck. He felt his throat was dry and his neck was stiff. He dared not move or make a sound.

After all, when someone points a gun at your head, no one can make a sound.

“Mr. Huo, don’t expect your Eagle Father to save you. Your connections are useless. Only you can save yourself.”

"Things shouldn't happen more than three times. I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to repeat myself three times."

"Call the police and report that the vault will be opened tomorrow, according to what's written on this piece of paper."

"Not a single word can be wrong, otherwise, I'm afraid my brother's hand will shake and he might accidentally pull the trigger."

Chen Shixian handed Huo Zhaotang the paper with the prepared script and the phone, and said slowly with a smile.

"I'll cooperate, I definitely will!"

Huo Zhaotang became much more obedient. This kind of businessman is used to changing his stance according to the wind. When he sees that the situation is not in his favor, he will kneel down faster than anyone else.

After all, there are very few businessmen with integrity and principles. Huo Zhaotang's surname, Huo, is truly a disgrace to the name.

Huo Zhaotang pressed the dial button, not daring to send any message out, because if he moved even slightly, the gun would be pressed harder and hurt more. He could only obediently follow the script written on the paper and report to the police.

"Mr. Chen, is it okay now?"

After reporting the matter, Huo Zhaotang handed the phone and paper back to Chen Shixian and asked cautiously.

Now he's like meat on a chopping board, completely at their mercy. His only hope is that his men will discover he's missing and call the police to rescue him.

"Clap!"

Chen Shixian took the phone and the paper, and gently patted Huo Zhaotang's face: "Not bad, you did a great job. I can consider letting you off the hook."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Zhaotang, fearing that Chen Shixian would return, immediately expressed his gratitude profusely.

"Hey, you always interrupt people. Don't you have any manners?"

Chen Shixian glanced at Huo Zhaotang and said with a stern face, "Do I need your palm print to open the vault?"

"I can let you off the hook, but I won't take your palm print with me. Open it?"

Huo Zhaotang's expression changed drastically, his hair stood on end, and he clutched his right wrist, crying out in terror, "Mr. Chen, brothers, our benefactor..."

Bursting Beads had already grabbed a machete. He took two steps in front of Huo Zhaotang, brandished the machete, and roared, "Hold out your hand!"

“Benefactor, benefactor!”

"I beg you..."

Bursting Beads brandished a machete, raised his eyebrows, and glared at her coldly: "I'll talk!"

"Hands out!"

Huo Zhaotang was on the verge of collapse, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, constantly swallowing, terrified.

In his pupils, the machete kept magnifying before his eyes, his heart pounded like thunder, and he even had the illusion of pain in his wrist.

Chen Shixian stood to the side, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking down at them with icy eyes.

Qiu Gang'ao pressed the gun against Huo Zhaotang's temple with sudden force, and a deep despair welled up in Huo Zhaotang's eyes.

He slowly extended his right hand, trembling, and placed it on the ground.

"Shh!"

With lightning speed, Bursting Beads raised the flat-headed machete high and brought it down in one swift motion.

Human bones are actually very hard; it's not easy to cut them in one stroke.

But a machete is different; it can cut down trees the size of a wrist, let alone a hand.

In addition, Baozhu was tall and strong, and his hands were rough and ruthless. With one clean and decisive cut, he severed Huo Zhaotang's wrist.

"what!"

Huo Zhaotang let out a terrible scream, blood gushing out. He clutched his short limb, screaming in agony, his expression twisted to the extreme, and he fainted from the pain.

Ah Quan and Ah Hua immediately stepped forward skillfully to apply a simple bandage to stop the bleeding, preventing Huo Zhaotang from dying too quickly.

It would be too lenient of him not to witness firsthand the destruction of his career and power.

Huo Zhaotang lay on the ground like a dead dog.

The bouncy capsules were used to put the severed hand into a box.

Tomorrow is the key to unlocking the vault.

"Will everyone be able to sleep tonight?"

Chen Shixian glanced at the excited, bloodthirsty, and agitated faces of the crowd, and smiled faintly.

"I can't sleep because I'm too excited!"

Even Qiu Gang'ao's usually icy and resentful face revealed a hint of excitement. Killing his enemy was a satisfying and exhilarating experience!
The next day, at noon, on Guangdong Road.

At the entrance of Ruilin Gold Shop, lanterns and decorations were everywhere, creating a festive atmosphere with dragon and lion dances.

With the sound of 880 firecrackers exploding, Ruilin Gold Shop's Guangdong Road branch officially opened for business.

The grand opening promotion, with discounts on gold prices and craftsmanship fees, attracted many customers, and a bustling crowd entered the gold shop to select jewelry.

The scene was bustling with activity, packed with people.

Several Indian security guards stood at the entrance, looking around nervously, while two other bodyguards, with pistols slung at their waists, patrolled the jewelry store with vigilance.

However, the large number of people and the jostling caused problems for their work.

The scene was a little chaotic for a while.

"Swish, swish!"

Suddenly, the two cars braked sharply and stopped in front of the store. Seven or eight men carrying black shoulder bags jumped out of the cars.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three gunshots rang out, and the Indian man holding a gun at the door was shot down before he could even draw his weapon.

Crisp and neat.

"Robbery! Hands behind your head, don't move!"

Ye Guohuan, his cold eyes filled with murderous intent, rushed into the store, clutching an AK.

His men swiftly dealt with the two security personnel, killing them without hesitation.

Anyone who has been robbed knows that the first thing to do is to control the security personnel and keep an eye on the store employees to prevent them from calling the police.

"Ahhhh!"

The whole store was shaking violently, and the customers scattered like frightened birds.

"boom!"

After the fleeing man was shot down, the customers crouched down, covered their heads with their hands, huddled in a corner, trembling and not daring to move.

"Keep moving, bullets don't have eyes!"

Ye Guohuan's hawk-like eyes swept over the crowd, issuing a stern warning.

"Bang! Crash!"

The robbers pulled out hammers from their bags and started blasting the display stand.

He skillfully smashed the tabletop.

Next, he haphazardly stuffed the gold and silver jewelry from the display tray into his bag, tray after tray, as if it were free, a zero-dollar shopping spree, dumping it all into his bag.

(End of this chapter)