Hong Kong film: The Ni family tycoon, who kills people and then amasses an army.

"You two remember this: I'll clean up your mess this time, but if it happens again, it won't be as simple as it is today."

Zhao Shichang sat on the sofa, leaning on his cane, and said coldly.

"Don't worry, sir, the young master will definitely know he was wrong."

"That's what Executive Director Cui said."

"Alright, I get annoyed just looking at you guys, get lost."

Zhao Shichang waved his hand impatiently.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Taiwu stood up and left the office without saying a word.

"Sir, I'll be going now."

Executive Director Cui hurriedly took his leave, then followed Zhao Taiwu as they left the Zhao Group headquarters together.

"Thailand, you heard what the master just said. Let's just let this matter go."

"That's what Executive Director Cui said."

"I don't need you to remind me of my own affairs."

Zhao Taiwu got into the car and, without waiting for Executive Director Cui, stepped on the gas and drove off.

Watching Zhao Taiwu disappear into the distance, Executive Director Cui stood there and sighed helplessly. If it weren't for the fact that his father's generation had worked in the Zhao Group, he would have quit long ago. Spending every day around Zhao Taiwu was almost driving him to a nervous breakdown. In his eyes, this was not the young master of a chaebol at all, but a complete giant baby.

No matter what this giant baby does, Executive Director Cui always has to clean up his messes, otherwise he'll be the one who suffers in the end.

……

Red Leaf Bar.

Crunch!

With a graceful maneuver, Zhao Taiwu parked the car in front of the bar, opened the door, and walked straight into the bar without caring whether the car would affect other people.

This is a bar that Zhao Taiwu frequents. Whenever he's in a bad mood, he comes here to vent.

As Zhao Taiwu entered the bar lobby, the bar manager immediately came to greet him.

"Young Master Zhao, what would you like to do today?"

The manager said with a forced smile.

"Call all your best girls over, I'm going to have a blast today."

Zhao Taiwu said.

"No problem, I'll make arrangements right away."

The manager nodded with a smile.

Zhao Taiwu then walked towards the private room, gesturing to the DJ not far away. The DJ immediately understood and shouted into the microphone, "Tonight, the entire bill is on Mr. Zhao! Cheers!"

The crowd in the hall immediately erupted in noise. This wasn't the first time they'd encountered something like this; whenever Zhao Taiwu came, he would often end up paying the bill for everyone.

Zhao Taiwu walked into the private room he turned around, opened the hidden compartment of the sofa, took out a set of tools, and skillfully applied a complete set of white goods to himself.

"Xiba..."

Zhao Taiwu leaned back on the sofa, feeling the changes in his body. The tension he had felt from talking to his father, Zhao Shichang, finally eased.

At that moment, the door to the private room was pushed open, but instead of a girl from the bar, a man in a white trench coat walked in—it was White Ghost.

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Private room in the bar.

"Hey, come here!"

Zhao Taiwu lay on the sofa, squinting his eyes and enjoying the blissful feeling. When he heard someone walk in, he thought it was the manager bringing a girl over.

"Let me see if there are any good ones among the recent bitches."

As Zhao Taiwu spoke, he raised his head and opened his eyes, and then saw the White Ghost standing in front of him.

"who are you?"

Zhao Taiwu shook his head. Using the white medicine had made his brain a little sluggish, and he couldn't react for a moment.

White Ghost's face was cold and stern. He didn't say a word to Zhao Taiwu, but after a glance, he already had a plan in mind.

Then, White Ghost picked up the tools from the sofa and stuffed them full of white stuff.

"Damn it, I'm talking to you, don't you have ears?"

When Zhao Taiwu saw that Bai Youling was ignoring him, he immediately flew into a rage, grabbed an ashtray, and smashed it on Bai Youling's head.

But before he could even get out of the air, Zhao Taiwu's wrist was grabbed by another hand, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

White Ghost easily restrained Zhao Taiwu with one hand. The latter was like an infant in front of him, completely powerless to resist. Then he picked up a tool and stabbed it into Zhao Taiwu's heart. With a little force, an entire vial of white medicine was injected into him.

The excessive dose of white medicine, administered via cardiac injection, immediately caused Zhao Taiwu's body to stiffen, his eyes to bulge out, his eyeballs to become bloodshot, and his expression to become ferocious and terrifying, as if he were possessed.

The next second, he began to convulse, spitting out large amounts of white foam, which turned into blood just seconds later.

White Ghost stood there, watching Zhao Taiwu struggle before his death, until the latter coughed up blood and died.

Until the moment of his death, Zhao Taiwu suddenly realized that the people who came to kill him were most likely sent by Ni's Capital. He also understood why Zhao Shichang did not allow him to clash with Ni's Capital, but by then it was too late to say anything.

White Ghost touched Zhao Taiwu's carotid artery to confirm that the target was dead, then casually cleaned up the traces he had left behind before calmly leaving the private room.

Three minutes later.

The bar manager, accompanied by a dozen or so alluring hostesses, knocked on the door of a private room.

"Young Master Zhao, it's me."

"That's what the bar manager said."

However, after waiting for a while, Zhao Taiwu did not speak. The bar manager knocked on the door again, but still no one answered.

The bar manager sensed something was wrong. He knew Zhao Taiwu's habits well; every time he came, he would enjoy white wine. Therefore, this private room was specially prepared for Zhao Taiwu and was not open to other guests.

"I hope nothing bad has happened to Young Master Zhao."

With that thought in mind, the bar manager pushed open the door to the private room.

Inside the private room, Zhao Taiwu lay on his back on the sofa, his expression ferocious, a syringe stuck in his chest, his body covered in blood, and he had stopped breathing.

Upon seeing this, the bar manager's eyes widened instantly, and he felt dizzy and almost fainted.

He immediately realized that Zhao Taiwu's death should not be known to more people, so he hurriedly closed the door of the private room to prevent the princesses behind him from seeing what was happening inside.

"Manager, what's wrong with Young Master Zhao? Does he still want us?"

A princess asked.

"Go down."

The bar manager dismissed all the girls, then took out his phone, found Executive Director Choi's number, and called him to inform him about Zhao Taiwu's situation.

Before long, Executive Director Cui, covered in sweat, arrived.

"What about people?"

"Executive Cui said urgently."

"Right inside."

The bar manager pushed open the door to the private room, allowing Executive Director Cui to see the situation inside.

"Thaks!"

When Executive Director Cui saw Zhao Taiwu's dead body, he panicked and didn't know what to do.

Executive Director Cui was sent to Zhao Taiwu's side by Zhao Shichang because he didn't trust Zhao Taiwu, in order to ensure Zhao Taiwu's safety. But now Zhao Taiwu has died in a bar room, and in such a tragic way. Executive Director Cui can already imagine what punishment awaits him.

Despite facing the wrath of the Zhao family conglomerate, Executive Director Choi forced himself to remain calm, because he was not alone; his wife and children were also under the shadow of the Zhao family conglomerate.

In the end, Executive Director Cui did not choose to flee. Instead, he shakily took out his phone and dialed Zhao Shichang's number.

beep.

The call was answered quickly.

"Xiao Cui, has Taiwu gotten into trouble again?"

Zhao Shichang's voice came through the phone.

"Master, Master, something has happened to Thames..."

"That's what Executive Director Cui said."

"Every time you call me, it's because he's in trouble. Tell me, what trouble have you gotten into this time?"

Zhao Shichang asked.

"Thailand, he's dead..."

Executive Director Cui stammered.

"What did you say! Thaw is dead? He was perfectly fine when he was with me just now, and now you're telling me he's dead?"