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

The officer quickly posted the ticket and left.

Seeing this, Zhu Yucheng couldn't help but laugh:

"Brother Hao, you're so smart."

Cheung Tze-keung calmly stubbed out his cigarette and threw it on the ground.

"Let's do something."

As soon as he finished speaking, two Mazda cars followed Wei Zeju's Mercedes-Benz and quickly blocked him at the designated intersection.

Wei Zeju's driver had never seen anything like this before, and he immediately slammed on the brakes. The car behind him was caught off guard and crashed into him.

"Do it."

Zhang Ziqiang swaggered down, without even wearing a mask.

Although Zhang Jun and the others were surprised, they still put on their hoods. They needed to have a backup plan and would not let others recognize their identities.

Taking advantage of the bodyguards' momentary lapse in attention, Zhang Jun threw a grenade under the car, instantly killing them.

"boom!"

A tremendous explosion was heard, the Mercedes was totaled on the spot, and the bodyguards were killed instantly.

Holding an AK-47, Cheung Tze-keung, his expression icy, quickly got out of the car. Seeing the vehicle blown up and everyone scattered, he burst into laughter.

"What, is this a movie shoot?"

He then fired several shots at Wei Zeju's car.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Get off the bus, get off the bus quickly."

Knowing it was an armored car, they acted with impunity.

Wei Zeju was already terrified and completely lost his composure: "Don't shoot."

Even with his past experience of being kidnapped, he was completely disoriented when this happened. He covered his head, squatted down, and realized that the richest people are often the most afraid of death.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

He hadn't expected that these bodyguards would be completely useless. Seeing the grenade and AK in Zhang Ziqiang's hand, he immediately lost all thought of resisting and opened the car door.

Zhang Ziqiang looked around; there weren't many witnesses. He simply dragged Wei Zeju into the car.

"Come on."

Cheung Tze-keung directly forced Wai Chak-kui into his car, and with a roar of the engine, he floored the accelerator and sped away.

This kidnapping went extremely smoothly; by the time the police heard the commotion, they had already fled the scene.

……

It was 6 p.m. that evening.

Inside Wei Jiacheng's villa, the food on the dining table remained untouched; the only one missing from this family banquet was his eldest son, Wei Zeju.

Everyone's eyes were filled with worry, as they already knew about Wei Zeju's kidnapping.

Wei Jiacheng looked at the driver but did not reprimand him:

"Have you seen through these people's true colors?"

The driver smiled wryly:

"Sir, I really don't know who they are. These people are pointing guns at me and pressing my head down. I'm terrified."

Wei Jiacheng knew this was the second time. As the richest man in Hong Kong, he had the right mindset. He wasn't afraid of being robbed, but he was afraid of being targeted by thieves.

Wei Zekai smiled wryly and said, "Big brother is a lucky man, he will definitely be alright."

Just then, the nanny suddenly rushed over:

"Master, there's a man outside who claims to know where the young master is."

Wei Jiacheng remained calm and coldly snorted:

"They even dared to come to our door; they have some nerve."

Without needing to guess, the identities of these people were obvious; they were robbers.

However, for his son's safety, Wei Jiacheng did not get angry:

"Let him in."

Soon, Cheung Tze-keung, dressed in a suit, slowly walked into the villa. Looking at the luxurious ornaments around him, his eyes flashed with a fierce light. He straightened his suit and looked at Wai Ka-shing.

“Mr. Wei, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Zhang Ziqiang.”

Wei Jiacheng simply sat on the sofa, neither shaking hands with Zhang Ziqiang nor saying a word.

When Wang Liqiao saw the tie Zhang Ziqiang was wearing, her expression changed slightly.

"This tie belongs to Ah Ju."

Cheung Tze-keung remained calm and composed.

"I'm sorry, I just thought this tie was so beautiful, that's why I wore it."

Wei Zekai had long since lost his composure:

How is my brother?

Everyone knows that Wei Zeju was kidnapped by the man in front of them.

Wei Jiacheng knew the visitor was up to no good:

"You all leave now. I'd like to speak with this person alone."

"dad."

(caad) Just as Wei Zekai was about to continue speaking, Wei Jiacheng waved him away.

Looking at the table full of food behind him, Zhang Ziqiang arrogantly said:

"Four dishes and a soup, very light."

After saying that, he swaggered down on the sofa. It was unexpected that Wei Jiacheng, a wealthy man, was not eating delicacies.

When Cheung Tze-keung entered Wai Ka-shing's villa, he remained calm and composed, as if it were his own home.

Wei Jiacheng also looked Zhang Ziqiang up and down, not expecting the robber to be so bold.

They didn't call the police immediately because they were afraid of being killed. Unexpectedly, the robbers came to their door in person in less than half a day.

Zhang Ziqiang smiled insincerely:

"I'm sorry to have interrupted your family dinner."

Knowing that the robbers had come to their door and that they were safe and sound, Wei Jiacheng said:

“We business people always respect our friends in the underworld. I’m giving you 30 yuan as a treat for you and your brothers to have tea. I won’t pursue this matter.”

Upon hearing this number, Cheung Tze-keung merely responded with a hint of sarcasm:

"30?"

“Last time I traveled to Siam, I saw an artist who also gave him 30.”

Cheung Tze-keung's meaning was clear: as the richest man, he couldn't be treated like a beggar.

Wei Jiacheng was not surprised by the robbers' insatiable greed, but simply asked:

"How much do you want."

Wei Jiacheng spoke calmly, without a trace of anger or aggression, as if he didn't care about his son's safety.

He understood that the more he dealt with these robbers, the more panicked he appeared, the easier it would be for them to use his strengths against him.

Besides, he was just giving his son a chance to learn and grow.

Cheung Tze-keung squinted at the composed Wai Ka-shing and asked only one question first:

Why are you so calm?

Wei Jiacheng shook his head: "Because I was wrong this time. We have such high profile in Hong Kong, but our defenses are so low."

"How much do you want?"

Zhang Ziqiang was somewhat annoyed:

"Since you agreed so readily, then it's three billion, and the old bills will be used, not consecutive ones."

Wei Jiacheng's usually calm face showed a hint of surprise, and he didn't try to bargain.

"Three billion?"

He had considered that Cheung Tze-keung might ask for an exorbitant amount, but even with a net worth of hundreds of billions, it wouldn't be easy for Wai Ka-shing to come up with 3 billion.

Wei Jiacheng squinted: "Impossible. Even if I agreed, dozens of banks in Hong Kong wouldn't be able to come up with that amount of money."

"Even if I write you a check, you probably won't dare to cash it. You might as well just rob me."

Cheung Tze-keung knew that Wai Ka-shing was a businessman and knew how to bargain, so he calmly said:

“Mr. Wei, we’re both fighting for it, it’s just that we’re fighting for it in different ways. You don’t have to give it to me, I don’t care.”