Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 225 The best defense is offense

He Yuzhu picked up the slip of paper, his gaze sweeping over the names and descriptions on it. Chen Nian… Liu Chang… Luo Hui… These three names represented the three stubborn forces—political, police, and triad—entrenched in the Hong Kong underworld. They were also important henchmen of Jardine Matheson, enabling them to act with impunity in Hong Kong. But they were just henchmen; he didn't want information about these Chinese people.

“No, Orion, these people are your and your men’s targets, not mine. You know what I want, don’t confuse the two.” He Yuzhu’s voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Okay, I'll give you the parts about Jardine Matheson, 'Heng Zhao', and 'Singi' later. What about this document?"

"If you satisfy me, I will naturally satisfy you. But you must remember that this is not a transaction, but a police-civilian cooperation, understand?"

"Yes, police-community cooperation. I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"

"Would you like me to open another champagne to celebrate?"

"NO, NO, NO"

"I've accepted the list."

“Hong Kong is indeed chaotic, with gang warfare, vendettas, accidents… Who knows which will come first, tomorrow or an accident?” He looked up at Orian. “Orian, remember everything you just said. I don’t want to lose a friend. As for these names, I’ll get what I want… They will pay the price for their actions. The method… will be as you wish, ‘in line with’ the ‘characteristics’ of Hong Kong.”

Orian had no doubt about He Yuzhu and his men's abilities, and he certainly didn't want to lose a friend with whom he could move forward.

“It’s a pleasure to work with you, He.” Orion extended his hand.

He Yuzhu shook hands with him firmly: "Let's work together to create a stable and prosperous West Kowloon."

The two looked at each other, their eyes flashing with a sharp light.

This is a risky deal that will bring two people who are at the forefront of their respective fields even closer together.

Orion risked his political future and his life, while He Yuzhu used his darkest power.

Their goals were unprecedentedly aligned: to defeat the enemy before them and carve out a bloody path in the turbulent land of Hong Kong!
After seeing Orian off, He Yuzhu stood by the study window, looking down at the attack scene that the police were cleaning up.

The smell of gunpowder still seemed to linger.

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

"Bai Yifeng".

"Boss! Are you alright? How's the situation at home?" Bai Yifeng's voice was full of urgency.

"No problem. The attack has been dealt with." He Yuzhu's tone was icy. "Are your things ready?"

“Only a portion, boss!” Bai Yifeng’s spirits lifted. “Jardine Wharf, three days from now at eight o’clock in the morning, the cargo ship ‘Emerald Queen’ will dock at port, unloading area B7. The ship carries core components of precision machine tools that have just arrived from Europe, their value is incalculable. The destination is an electronics contract manufacturer under Jardine Wharf, reportedly an order from a major American company. The guards are 24 people from Jardine Wharf’s directly affiliated ‘Blue Shield’ security team, divided into three shifts, well-equipped, with fixed patrol routes and monitoring points. The detailed deployment map and shift change schedule will be delivered to your designated safe point in half an hour.”

"Three days later? Only one ship? Not enough, continue the investigation."

"Yes, boss."

"Notify me immediately if you have any news, no matter the time."

"Yes."

Nothing else happened that night. He Yuzhu slept in the study all night. Xiaoman was worried and came to check on him in the middle of the night. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, she quietly left.

The police worked all night, and among those killed were wanted criminals, so they naturally deserved credit. But now that everyone was dead, it was obviously impossible to find out who sent them.

There were a few phone calls from Jardine Matheson's taipan, Keswick, in the middle of the night. I don't know who he called a good-for-nothing for not being able to handle such a small matter.

Finally, he told those people only one thing: "Cancel all actions against Yellow River Industry, keep a close eye on the people, and also keep an eye on the police. Report to me immediately if there are any developments."

"Yes, senior class!"

The old man is now regretting it. Why did he agree to his men's actions? They ended up kicking a spiked shield and breaking his leg.

The next morning, He Yuzhu made a phone call, and soon a line of trucks arrived at the villa. A group of security guards got off and began to help the He family 'move'.

The He family's vehicles were all upgraded versions of police armored vehicles, with bulletproof glass, thickened steel plates, and special steel mesh covers. A total of ten vehicles arrived, with four security personnel in each vehicle responsible for security.

He Yuzhu drove a modified South China Leopard 1 behind the convoy, shaking off several groups of pursuers along the way and diverting some attention with other vehicles before the He family was finally taken to a villa on a hillside.

After delivering the person, He Yuzhu waited for all the security personnel to arrive before returning to the villa. Since the other side had already drawn the firepower, he wasn't afraid of attracting more.

Later that day, trouble still broke out. Ah Lang, who came to report to He Yuzhu, was sandwiched between two speeding cars on a secluded coastal road!
A car swerved sharply and rammed into the side and rear of Ah Lang's vehicle, attempting to force it to stop or overturn it.

"Damn it!" Ah Lang cursed angrily, slamming on the gas pedal and jerking the steering wheel at the same time! He was driving a bulletproof modified Mercedes that He Yuzhu had specially approved.

The car shook violently, but its sturdy structure withstood the impact.

A series of muffled thuds came from the back window as bullets struck the bulletproof glass, leaving spiderweb-like cracks!

"Brother Lang! We're trapped!" the bodyguard in the passenger seat shouted, drawing his gun to return fire.

"Don't panic! The brothers behind will be up soon!" Ah Lang's eyes were fierce. He swerved the steering wheel and rammed the front of the car that was trying to force him to stop. At the same time, he pressed a hidden button on the steering wheel.

The piercing alarm blared instantly. The pursuers, clearly unprepared for Ah Lang's sturdy and difficult-to-deal-with car, fired and rammed at it even more frantically.

Just as one of the other vehicles accelerated again in an attempt to ram Ah Lang's driver's seat, a modified police car suddenly rushed out from the intersection ahead and slammed into the side of the pursuing car!
The immense impact flipped the vehicle over! Immediately afterward, the van's side door slid open, and four fully armed security guards jumped out, their M1 rifles spitting fire!

"Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang!" The intense gunfire instantly suppressed the other pursuing vehicle.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ah Lang performed a drift, positioning his car across the middle of the road as cover, and got out with his bodyguard to join the fight.

Attacked from both sides with fierce firepower, the remaining attackers were quickly riddled with bullets.

The leader was pinned to the ground by security guards, who dislocated his jaw to prevent him from committing suicide.

Ah Lang walked over and stomped hard on the other person's hand, grinding the bone until it cracked. His voice was icy: "Speak! Who sent you?!"

His reply was a mouthful of bloody spit.

"You're being stubborn, aren't you? Take her back and interrogate her properly."

"Yes, Brother Lang."

On his way to A Lang's place, He Yuzhu received a call from Bai Yifeng, who sounded very excited.

"The Jardine Matheson Shipping's 'Queen Victoria' cargo ship will dock at Kowloon Wharf Pier 3 tomorrow night at 9 PM to unload its cargo. The ship is mainly carrying high-end luxury goods and precision instrument parts shipped from Europe by Jardine Matheson, as well as a batch of industrial raw materials destined for Southeast Asia, with a total estimated value of over 20 million US dollars! At Warehouse 7, a batch of cigars, coffee beans, and cocoa shipped from South America will be stored there tonight, and it is also quite valuable. That old fox Keswick will personally listen to the quarterly report on shipping and warehousing in the conference room on the top floor of the Kowloon Wharf office building at 10 AM next Monday."

"In the morning? What's the route?"

"We are investigating."

"Do everything you can to prevent ships that are entering the port from leaving the sea. Also, don't just check the ships that are entering the port; check the existing cargo in the warehouses as well, as long as the value of the goods is high."

"Yes."

Bai Yifeng's efficiency far exceeded expectations.

At 3 p.m., a document marked "Top Secret" appeared at the safe point designated by He Yuzhu.

The document not only contains floor plans of Wharf's warehouses and precise time differences for patrol team shift changes, but also a detailed list of Jardine Matheson's main cargo ships—including seven 10,000-ton cargo ships such as the "Queen Victoria" and "Emerald Queen," with detailed cargo information, crew configuration, and even the captain's daily routine for each ship clearly marked.

“Very good.” He Yuzhu traced the name of the ship, “Queen Victoria,” with his fingertips, a cold glint in his eyes.

On the night the Jade Queen arrived in port, the vast Kowloon Wharf was completely silent.

The massive crane boom resembled a lurking steel behemoth. The warehouse was sparsely lit, with only the beams of flashlights from the patrolling "Blue Shield" security personnel flickering in the darkness.

At midnight, He Yuzhu appeared near the core bonded warehouse complex of Wharf Holdings.

He bypassed all the security guards and entered Warehouse No. 7. A dozen minutes later, South American cigars, top-quality coffee beans and cocoa worth millions of dollars, along with specially made temperature-controlled storage cabinets, vanished without a trace.

Next, in the B7 unloading area, the core components of the precision machine tools that had just been unloaded from the Emerald Queen were neatly packed in shockproof wooden crates and evaporated from the ground.

In the luxury goods warehouse, fashion from Paris, watches from Switzerland, and leather goods from Italy seem to have been swallowed up by an invisible black hole, leaving only empty shelves and faint dust marks on the floor.

In the industrial raw materials zone, rare metals and chemical raw materials that were about to be shipped to Southeast Asia also disappeared without a trace.

The entire process was conducted silently, without alerting the security guards patrolling outside the warehouse.

He Yuzhu moved like a ghost between the warehouses, and in less than five hours, he had taken all the valuable goods in Kowloon Wharf into his spatial storage.

After finishing with the warehouse, He Yuzhu turned his attention to the Jardine Matheson flagship docked in the port.

The Queen Victoria was brightly lit as the crew carried out routine maintenance after unloading.

"It's a pity we can't fit you all in, so we'll have to let you go for now," He Yuzhu thought to himself.

He then quietly left Wharf Holdings and went home. Once home, he first called Ah Lang and asked him to spread the news of the Wharf Holdings theft throughout Hong Kong. "Boss, if it's just a few things that are missing, it won't be effective. The owner of the goods will be exposed when he goes to Wharf Holdings to check."

"Just go and disperse, and you'll find out when the time comes."

"Oh!" Ah Lang's answer was very unsure.

"be quick!"

"Yes!"

Then he called Xiaoman again, telling her to keep an eye on Jardine Matheson's stock today and wait for the right opportunity.

When the Wharf Holdings managers arrived at work at eight o'clock in the morning, they were greeted by a scene that terrified them: multiple warehouses had been looted, yet there were no signs of forced entry.

"Call the police! Call the police now!" The warehouse manager slumped to the ground, screaming incoherently.

When the news reached Jardine Matheson headquarters, Keswick felt dizzy and almost collapsed.

Henry Keswick slumped in his high-backed leather chair, a symbol of supreme power, veins throbbing on his forehead, cold sweat soaking the collar of his expensive silk shirt.

Outside the window, Victoria Harbour remained bustling, but in his eyes, this waterway, once controlled by the Jardine Matheson Empire, now resembled a mocking maw.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Keswick grabbed the crystal ashtray on the table and smashed it hard against the gleaming floor.

The crisp cracking sound was like the first fissure in the collapse of his empire. "Where's the goods? Goods worth tens of millions of dollars, vanished right under your noses? Blue Shield Security? I think they're just a pile of worthless paper!"

The shipping director and security chief, standing at their desks with their hands hanging down, looked ashen-faced and trembled violently.

“Mr. Daban…really…there were no signs of forced entry…the surveillance…the surveillance was all jammed…the guards…the guards all said they didn’t see anyone…” The security manager’s voice was trembling, almost on the verge of tears.

"Nobody? Is it a ghost? A demon?!" Keswick roared, veins bulging on his neck.

He smashed a priceless antique vase in his office, his voice hoarse, "Contact the port association immediately! Contact the insurance company! No, block the news first! Let the police investigate, we can't keep them employed for nothing!"

But it was too late.

The cargo owners (many of whom are European shipping giants) were in an uproar when they learned that the cargoes they had entrusted to them had disappeared.

They all drove to Wharf Holdings, and after seeing the scene, they were all chilled to the bone.

They then issued ultimatums to Jardine Matheson, demanding an immediate explanation and seeking huge compensation for their losses.

The insurance claims for all the goods would be enough to completely sever Jardine Matheson's cash flow.

The outside media did not obtain accurate information because it was blocked by Jardine Matheson. Jardine Matheson also used its influence in Hong Kong to reach some kind of agreement with all the cargo owners, who remained silent. Since no one acknowledged it, there was no way to verify it.

However, this matter was not over yet. Under pressure from above, the police searched all the companies and warehouses under the Yellow River Group, but found nothing.

Then He Yuzhu, Xu Damao, A Lang, Gu Yuanheng, and Shi Bin were all taken to the police station for questioning.

Of course, no one dared to use any tricks on them, because Orian and Wang Cuiping were watching them closely. They were released quickly, and no alibi was needed.

Moreover, apart from He Yuzhu, the other people had no idea what was going on. There was no need to coordinate their statements; they all claimed to know nothing when questioned.

"Jardine Wharf is lost. Tell me how much they lost so I can have a laugh?" This was Ah Lang's gloating reply after being asked. The surprise on his face was genuine.

He was actually surprised that his boss had actually done it; he couldn't understand how he had done it.

The others genuinely had no idea. When questioned, their first reaction was bewilderment—what did this have to do with them?—and then they were surprised that so much stuff had been lost.

Bai Yifeng is very tight-lipped; Shi Bin has no idea what he and his men have been doing lately, hence Shi Bin's reaction.

Jardine Matheson's stock price was already teetering on the brink after the recent sharp decline.

The news of the "collective disappearance" of goods still caused immediate panic in the market.

"Jardine Matheson Shipping has suffered a devastating blow!"

"Wharf Holdings becomes the scene of a mysterious case, Jardine Matheson's reputation is ruined!"

"Group lawsuit filed by ship owners could put Jardine Matheson in bankruptcy crisis!"

Negative news flooded the market, and Jardine Matheson's stock price plummeted like a kite with a broken string, falling by more than 30% in a single day, setting a record for the largest single-day drop in the history of the Hong Kong stock market.

Among those contributing to this was the shipper who lost his goods. Jardine Matheson was a huge pie; losing the goods didn't matter, they could be retrieved from elsewhere, which would be enough to retaliate against the unfair terms Jardine Matheson had made them sign.

Panic spread like a plague within Jardine Matheson.

After experiencing a precipitous drop, the stock price was further suppressed by a massive sell-off.

Banks kept calling to collect debts, and once-friendly business partners turned hostile, demanding early settlement or termination of contracts.

Claims from cargo owners poured in like snowflakes, with amounts so large they could drain Jardine Matheson of its last drop of blood.

Xiao Man, who had been notified in advance by He Yuzhu, directed the traders to short Jardine Matheson the moment the stock market opened on the day the goods disappeared.

"Now! Go all in on shorting!" Xiaoman's voice was calm and decisive.

After several days of hard work, their profits this time were even more astonishing than before, with their account balance tripling, enough to support He Yuzhu's next many endeavors.

If Jardine Matheson hadn't been forced to suspend trading, it could have acquired even more.

Jardine Matheson did put up a fight, diverting all its funds and issuing denials, but to no avail. HSBC also stepped in to help, only to get trapped.

Just when Jardine Matheson was in a state of utter chaos, Orion sent He Yuzhu a document sealed with wax through Wang Cuiping.

The document contains a detailed list of all senior executives within the Jardine Matheson Group who explicitly hold anti-Chinese views, including their positions, backgrounds, private statements, and even evidence of clandestine dealings with members of extremist groups.

At the very top of the list was the name of Henry Keswick, with a note in red next to him: "He spearheaded the anti-Chinese strategy, has been in frequent contact with the Governor's House recently, and is suspected of plotting extreme actions against Yellow River Industries."

In his postscript, Orion wrote: "These people are a cancer and a hidden danger to Hong Kong's stability. Eliminating them will benefit both of us. In addition, the mastermind behind the attack on your home is on this list."

He Yuzhu looked at the list, his eyes growing increasingly murderous.

He wants more than just commercial victory; he wants those who dare to use violence and trample on ethical boundaries to pay the price.

The operation began that very day.

Instead of a large-scale arrest operation, He Yuzhu opted for a precise "decapitation" strike.

The shipping director of Jardine Matheson was subdued by the "Night Owl" team in the garage of his own villa and stuffed into a van that was already waiting outside.

The general manager of "Blue Shield" company, which is in charge of security, mysteriously disappeared in the restroom of a private club.

Keswick's chief advisor was intercepted by a vehicle disguised as a taxi on his way to the governor's mansion and forcibly taken away.

In less than 24 hours, the top five anti-Chinese officials on the list all fell into He Yuzhu's hands.

"Boss, that Keswick is very slippery. He went into hiding at the governor's mansion a few days ago."

"Have someone keep a close eye on him."

"Yes, boss."

"Interrogate the rest thoroughly and dig out all the disgusting things they've done over the years."

"Yes."

The interrogation took place in an abandoned dock warehouse.

He Yuzhu did not personally intervene, but instead delegated the task to Bai Yifeng.

"Speak, who ordered you to do this?" Bai Yifeng threw a photo of the corpses of the people who attacked He Yuzhu's house onto the general manager of the shipping security company.

The man initially remained defiant, but after Bai Yifeng resorted to his methods, he finally couldn't hold back and confessed.

“It was…it was Mr. Keswick…” he said, trembling. “He said Yellow River Industries was a ‘yellow-skinned monkey’ company, unworthy of standing in Hong Kong, let alone having any interest in the Kowloon Tong plot. He told us to ‘spare no expense’ to bring you down, including…including using some ‘special means.’ The attack on Mr. Ho’s house and the interception of Mr. Lang were all with his tacit approval…”

Another high-ranking official who was arrested provided more details: "Kessek was worried that conventional methods would not work, so he contacted mercenaries overseas, preparing to take action against Mr. He himself if necessary... We were just the executors..." All the testimonies pointed to one person—Henry Keswick.

When Bai Yifeng handed the interrogation transcript to He Yuzhu, his tone was grave: "Boss, the evidence is conclusive. Keswick is the mastermind behind it all."

After reading the statement, He Yuzhu tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a dull sound. "It seems it's time to settle things with this Jardine Matheson tycoon."

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