My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 615 Even I'm Helpless
In fact, as a veteran security guard, Wei Dong could open these old-fashioned brass handcuffs with a paperclip.

But none of them possess the skill of Mao'er, who could silently complete the task while squatting on the ground with his hands behind his back.

Moreover, as the handcuffs accurately struck Lü Zien, the other hand suddenly whistled out playing cards!
That's right, it's just ordinary playing cards. Wei Dong knew that he carried them with him every day, probably because he was practicing how to get a winning hand. So when he played cards with Qin Zhiming and Fa Ge, he would ask his underlings to provide them directly.

I never thought there really was such a thing as a flying card...

It seems like there are quite a few videos showing people practicing this.

Once you've mastered ordinary playing cards, they can fly out like razor blades!
It's really just about precision; in reality, it doesn't have much lethality.

At most, you'll get a scratch on your face and hands, or you might even slip.

But at this critical moment, the main purpose is to distract attention.

The heavy brass handcuffs slammed into his hands, disrupting Lü Zien's hand-eye coordination. He turned his head to look at an inconspicuous corner while subconsciously turning the gun barrel, as playing cards flew over one after another almost simultaneously.

The flow of the conversation was interrupted the moment he drew his pistol from his waist, giving Wei Dong a little time to save his life.

Three to five meters is similar to a layup, and he raised his hands to block his head and face, hoping that even if he got shot, he could still stop it. Now, overjoyed, he directly headbutted him!

There are handcuffs on his wrists, which is common in movies and TV shows, right? They use handcuffs to lock the other person's throat and strangle them!

At this moment, Wei Dong truly harbored murderous intent!
Damn it, if you want my life, then don't blame me for being ruthless!
And if this guy gets caught, he'll definitely turn against us...

He was convinced that if Wei Dong turned back, he would definitely report and expose him. He couldn't stay on that side, and if he came here to protect himself, he would definitely have to turn against him.

Can this even be kept?
Tighten the handcuffs and chains with all your might!

However, Wei Dong was really an amateur. In the heat of the fight, he didn't even notice that the other party had a gun!

Struggling desperately, Lü Zien immediately raised her hand, intending to strike his head with her other hand...

Wei Dong didn't even notice that the gun barrel was trembling and raised to his head.

Mao'er was so frightened that he jumped up and grabbed his hand...

Lu Zien's face was already as red as a pig's liver, indicating severe oxygen deficiency, but he still managed to pull the trigger with difficulty!

The gun barrel, originally pointed at the back of his head, was pulled by Mao'er so that it was now aimed at the back of his head. Bang!

Wei Dong could feel the gunpowder flying right in front of his eyes. The muzzle flash was just centimeters away from his head, and he could even smell the burning stench on his slicked-back hair.

But more often than not, hot liquid splashed directly onto Wei Dong's face!
His locked body suddenly relaxed, and he collapsed to the ground as soon as his hands were released.

The entrance was crowded with people; at least seven or eight pairs of eyes witnessed this scene.

Wei Dong was still oblivious, wiping the sticky mess from his face and spitting out a string of curses: "You son of a bitch! Are you trying to kill me?! Die, you son of a bitch!"

At that moment, fear, horror, anger, and convulsions began to surge up wildly.

If he didn't yell it out like that, Wei Dong was afraid he would burst into tears!
Looking at the red and white marks on his hands, he felt no disgust, only horror and trembling at the thought of brushing past death.

Mao was about to grab the gun when Wei Dong kicked him away, yelling, "Don't touch it!"

He looked up at everyone with a manic expression: "See this place? I'm a legitimate businessman, here to invest, build a factory, and produce goods. How dare you collude with the police to kill me? I'm suing you! Don't even think about running away, none of you will escape. I'm going to sue you to death! Pay me for emotional distress! An exorbitant amount! I want an exorbitant amount of compensation!"

Seriously, everyone, even the few policemen still carrying guns, took a step back as he approached.

Even Chow Yun-fat, who is so tall, couldn't help but step back when standing behind him.

Wei Dong's face was completely red and white, which was truly terrifying at this moment!

Lin Wangfu later described how he was almost scared to death, and from then on he had a new perspective on his boss that might have been deeply ingrained.

Only Qin Zhiming steadily raised his camera and took a picture.

He had been secretly taking photos with his camera ever since the incident, just to gather evidence for Wei Dong.

Moreover, this guy is a bit mentally unstable. He runs a film company that makes those supernatural and horror movies, which is why it didn't have much of a market and almost went bankrupt.

In short, the two Citibank employees were both shocked and furious, shouting that they must notify the nearby US military base. "This is a Nasdaq-listed company's shareholder, and you've made such a mess of it?!"
Wei Dong then gestured for Qin Zhiming to hold off the two, while he had Lin Wangfu translate: "What's going on? This is an Indonesian conman and scoundrel. He tried to swindle me out of my money in Malaysia but failed. What's happening now?!"

Lin Wangfu, a mere scholar, seemed utterly intimidated by the shock of his entrepreneurial inspiration and knowledge of circuit boards, and dared not look at Wei Dong as he trembled as he translated.

On the contrary, Chow Yun-fat probably saw many similar makeup looks on set. He dared to get a bottle of water from the car and some tissues to let Wei-tung wipe his face. His hands were a little shaky.

Sure enough, Lü Zien had already taken the ruthless approach, coming directly to the small police station to tell them that this was a spy with a diplomatic passport who could extract millions of dollars to share with them...

Lin Wangfu was practically roaring as he translated: "A spy? This is a billionaire from Hong Kong, a partner of Apple, and a shareholder of AMD! He has a diplomatic passport to make things easier!"

That's right, at this time, a mainland passport is the most difficult to use. Lin Wangfu holds dual Singaporean and Malaysian citizenship, allowing him to travel freely within ASEAN and enjoy visa-free access to Hong Kong and the Right Bank.

The HK passport offers visa-free access throughout Southeast Asia, West Asia, Japan, the US, and the UK.

Needless to say, a Citibank passport allows you to travel virtually anywhere in the world.

Only mainland passport holders need a visa for each destination.

Only diplomatic passports qualify for visa-free entry to countries with which China has diplomatic relations.

The purpose of going to Hong Kong was to resolve the issue quickly, and Lao Fang facilitated the process.

Unexpectedly, this made things convenient for Wei Dong.

Actually, he was cursing under his breath again. How did Lü Zien know he had a diplomatic passport? It must have been through an internal notification. This was really fucking ridiculous.

Therefore, he also needs the most complete assessment.

Lin Wangfu was definitely frightened, and he unleashed his emotions by cursing vehemently, which scared the police leaders who actually arrived at the scene into constantly apologizing.

Wei Dong instructed them to preserve the gun as evidence, and they immediately complied.

With so many people watching, I wonder if Qin Zhiming filmed it. He committed suicide, and I tried to save him but failed. Is there anything else to say?

No, no, even the leaders of the Binjiang Police Station were bowing and scraping before this rate.

Because the two Citibank assistants are now shouting even louder, if this matter isn't resolved soon, Wei Dong might unleash his dogs.

They didn't dare take him to the police station, so they went back to the hotel and wrote a summary of the incident, along with a letter of apology.

They begged and pleaded to get this group of people onto the plane, and said they would handle the bodies.

It was all the work of a con artist who fooled the police.

Wei Dong's legs only started to tremble slightly when he boarded the plane.

Mao'er even dared to whisper in his ear, "It's completely dead, I touched it..."

Let Wei Dong say yes.

My younger brother didn't say anything; he just reached out and patted me on the shoulder.

Even after showering and washing my face repeatedly at the hotel, I still feel a sticky, tight feeling on my face as I close my eyes and lean against the plane.

Qin Zhiming took good care of Chow Yun-fat and Lam Wong-fu, and landed in Hong Kong nearly two hours later.

Wei Dong finally snapped at the two Citibank employees with a dark face: "Move out! The packaging plant absolutely cannot remain in Felicebin. Damn it, it has to be moved! You two get back to your places now and report the whole process. Send me a complete relocation team. I'm moving the entire packaging plant out of here. I won't leave a single screw for those Felicebin monkeys!"

When Wei Dong heard Qin Zhiming translate, he realized that Qin Zhiming had actually used the word "monkey."

He had no choice but to face Lin Wangfu and Fa Ge helplessly: "Alright, let's examine ourselves. If I want to be an invisible tycoon, a low-key billionaire, I should have a complete security team. Bob, from this moment on, you should also have this kind of security awareness. Fa Ge, you too. I'll pay for you to hire your own people, preferably the kind who can carry guns."

Chow Yun-fat recovered the fastest, life imitates art, right? "It's probably best not to use it in Hong Kong..."

Hong Kong is full of celebrities, so they don't really care.

Wei Dong laughed: "If you're just a popular celebrity, people might think you only have a little more money. But if they really know you're a shareholder of a big company that will become a huge star in the future, do you think some gangsters won't try to take advantage of you?"

Lin Wangfu was genuinely terrified: "What you're saying really frightens me. Actually, our family moved to Singapore for the safety of our Chinese identity, and also because of the social order. Indonesia is the worst. It used to be okay in Fabivan, but now it seems the atmosphere has changed since the change of leadership."

Qin Zhiming understood perfectly and helped Wei Dong intimidate the two foreign employees, telling them not to mention anything else, but to emphasize that the security situation in Feilubin was bad, and to encourage them to relocate so that they could receive the subsidies without being affected, and that they wouldn't have to go back.

Then he returned and gave his brother-in-law a wink, continuing to intimidate the two: "Damn it! Feilubin is completely out of sorts right now. Neither of you should go. Let's go. Back in Hong Kong is where Fat is. Bob, are you coming to Shanghai with me, or going to Shenzhen with Pete?"

Lin Wangfu is obsessed with electronics: "Let's go to Pengzhen and see the factory site. I need to rush back to finish the sound card chip design. I hope the relocation of this packaging plant can be completed as soon as possible..."

Previously, sound cards were made by hand, with a bunch of wires that were thoroughly tested and verified before being integrated onto chips and boards. Back when integrated circuits and chips weren't as complex as they are today, this method of hand-making the wires was still useful for verification.

Later, we could only develop the design on the computer and then go to the packaging plant to make a temporary prototype test chip, which was extremely costly.

Wei Dong understood this value, which is why he was so determined to bring the factory back.

As a result, another life was sacrificed.

What can I do? I'm helpless too!
Make Wei Dong say the same thing to Lao Fang.

(End of this chapter)