Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Lin Tian stopped paying attention to Brother Hao. He was a rare talent. If he killed him, who would make money for him in the future?

As the saying goes, "My neighbor hoards grain, and I hoard guns; my neighbor is my granary."

They went straight up to the second floor.

The bedroom door was closed, and the sound of even breathing could be heard from inside; it was clearly Hao Ge's wife.

Lin Tian didn't go inside; instead, he went to the study.

A calligraphy scroll hung on the wall of the study: "Slut," or at least that's how Lin Tian felt about it.

The safe was well hidden behind the bookcase, but he could sense it.

Reach out and press on the bookshelf, give it a gentle push, and the bookshelf slides open silently, revealing the safe behind it.

The safe is large and sturdy, with triple protection: a combination lock, a fingerprint lock, and an iris lock.

Lin Tian placed his hand on the safe, and the next second, the safe disappeared and returned to his own space. Looking at the safe, he violently broke it open.

Inside, stacks of banknotes, Hong Kong dollars, US dollars, and dozens of gold bars were neatly stacked.

After counting, it was about eight million Hong Kong dollars, about two hundred thousand US dollars, plus gold bars, barely enough for ten million.

"Is this all the notorious gangster in the world has?"

Lin Tian shook his head and muttered, "No wonder they started targeting the armored truck; they're running out of money."

Put the money away, throw the empty safe back into the study, and walk through the wall to get out.

Upon entering Hao Ge's wife's bedroom, there was another safe, but it was noticeably smaller than the previous one, only about half the size.

There was around one million Hong Kong dollars in cash, clearly meant for immediate use.

"Not bad, not bad, Brother Hao, you have to keep it up! You're only in your thirties, the perfect age to strive for success."

The night breeze carried the noise from the foot of the mountain.

Lin Tian stood on the lawn outside the villa, glanced back at the brightly lit house, and thought:

You are not yet the notorious gangster who caused headaches for the entire Hong Kong.

But I believe you will.

After all, you're Brother Hao.

My bonded laborer.

Lin Tian turned around and quickly floated away.

Not long after.

My gaze fell upon a villa atop the mountain.

It's bigger and more luxurious than Zhang Shih-hao's.

Calling it a villa is an understatement; it's more like an estate.

It has everything: gardens, swimming pools, and golf courses.

There were more than a dozen luxury cars parked at the entrance, including Rolls-Royces and Ferraris... But when I went inside and saw the man...

Lin Tian was stunned.

What the hell!

Lee Ka-shing?

Wow, that's amazing!

My mind was racing.

What time period is it now?

Has Li Ka-shing's nephew been kidnapped by Cheung Sai-ho?

However, the timeline in Hong Kong is somewhat chaotic, incorporating too many storylines, and he doesn't know the specifics.

But since we're already here, let's hope this big shot won't let us down.

Lin Tian flashed through the wall and walked into the shadows.

The villa is even more luxurious inside than it looks from the outside.

The living room was as big as a plaza, with a crystal chandelier hanging down like a waterfall, and a thick Persian carpet on the floor that made no sound when you stepped on it.

There were several paintings and calligraphies hanging on the wall. He couldn't recognize whose they were, but they looked very expensive.

In the corner were several antique vases and a jade Buddha statue about half a person's height.

Lin Tian did not linger in the living room and went straight upstairs to the second floor.

The bedroom was large, but no one was there.

Instead of going into the bedroom first, he went to the study again.

Two calligraphy scrolls hung on the wall of the study. One read "To hell with it," and the other read "Slut."

I don't know what these rich people are thinking, always hanging this kind of calligraphy and paintings in their studies.

However, there was no safe in the study.

"unlucky!"

After making a complaint, Lin Tian went to the bedroom.

I sensed that there were three safes, two more embedded in the wall, and one under the floor.

Old fox.

Lin Tian smiled.

This big shot certainly didn't disappoint him.

Even the smallest safe is bigger than Hao Ge's.

As for how to open it, I'm not worried at all.

Lin Tian put all the safes into his spatial storage, then violently broke them open. Inside the first safe was cash.

Hong Kong dollars, stacked neatly in piles.

I counted them, and they amounted to about fifty million.

The second safe contained US dollars and British pounds, which together were worth a considerable amount, though it's difficult to estimate their value at the moment, but their worth far exceeded that of the first safe.

After all, the US dollar and the British pound are both worth more than the Hong Kong dollar.

The third safe contained gold bars and jewelry.

They were stacked one by one, golden yellow, with two layers on top.

Below were diamonds, jade, rubies, and sapphires, which dazzled him.

A rough calculation shows that the cash, gold bars, and jewelry combined are worth at least 200 million yuan.

"Oh my god, I've struck it rich!"

Lin Tian gasped, "No wonder he's a big shot, the richest man in Hong Kong!"

It's a pity that I only keep these at home; the rest are in the bank, otherwise I'd be living the high life.

Two hundred million Hong Kong dollars could buy several little boys.

Lin Tian put the money away, returned the empty safe, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard voices coming from downstairs.

Lee Ka-shing sat on the sofa, with a man sitting opposite him who looked very refined.

Lin Tian recognized him at a glance.

Jiang Tiansheng.

The leader of Hung Hing.

What is he doing here?

Lin Tian stood in the shadows on the second floor, looking down.

Jiang Tiansheng sat very upright, with his hands on his knees and leaning slightly forward, his attitude as respectful as a student.

He showed no airs of a gangster boss in front of Li Ka-shing.

"Mr. Li, this month's payment has already been deposited into your account."

Li Jiacheng nodded, picked up his teacup, and took a sip: "Mr. Jiang, you've worked hard."

"Of course."

Chiang Tin-sang bowed slightly, "Hung Hing owes its success today entirely to Mr. Lee's support."

Lee Ka-shing put down his teacup and leaned back on the sofa: "Mr. Chiang, you're too kind. Hung Hing's affairs are my affairs, but..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Things have been tense lately, with robberies and deaths all the time. It's best to keep a low profile in some situations."

Jiang Tiansheng nodded quickly: "Mr. Li, rest assured, I understand. I have already dealt with what happened at the Tsim Sha Tsui nightclub, and there will be no more trouble."

Li Jiacheng hummed in agreement and said nothing more.

The living room was quiet for a moment.

Jiang Tiansheng tactfully stood up: "Mr. Li, I won't disturb your rest any longer. I'll be leaving now."

Li Ka-shing nodded but did not get up.

Jiang Tiansheng took two steps back, turned around and left.

A smile slowly crept onto Lin Tian's lips.

Sure enough, in Hong Kong, these triads need money to become powerful, but where does the money come from?

It must be provided by a conglomerate.

Behind Hung Hing is Lee Ka-shing, or more accurately, behind Chiang Tin-sang is Lee Ka-shing's support. And who is behind Camel, the leader of Tung Sing?

Who is behind Wo Luen Shing?

What about 14K?

What about Yiqun?

In this bustling city, the iceberg on the water's surface is only a small part; the truly massive part is often the portion beneath the surface.

These organizations are nothing more than a front for some people.

Now that we've got the money, there's no need to stay any longer.

Lin Tian turned around and passed through the wall.

The night breeze carried the salty smell of Victoria Harbour from the hillside.

"There are so many rich people living on the top of Victoria Peak. I'm new here. If I don't spend some money, wouldn't that be disrespectful to them?"

Sigh! I'm still too kind-hearted. I should see this through; they have so much money sitting around with no one to spend it, so I'll take pity on them and spend it for them.

"Tonight, we have to pull off a big one!!"

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