Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Camel led Feng Yuxiu and a group of underlings through the messy hall, stepping on broken glass and bloodstains, toward the Crown Prince's office.

"Brother Feng, let's go take a look at the Crown Prince's property."

As the camel walked along, it spoke in a relaxed tone, "From now on, you'll be in charge of this place."

Feng Yuxiu smiled calmly: "Alright, Brother Camel."

It's a coward not to take the money.

In Chinatown, you can make money playing mahjong every day, but nothing beats joining the underworld.

Earning at least tens of thousands of yuan a month, plus the continuous income from a territory, this deal is a win-win.

Although Feng Yuxiu was obsessed with martial arts, he was not a saint who was detached from worldly affairs.

He still needs money.

After all, the poor study literature while the rich practice martial arts, and practicing martial arts is very expensive.

A group of people went up to the second floor, where the Crown Prince's office was at the very back.

One of the younger men went in first, found the light switch on the wall, pressed it, and the light came on, illuminating the office.

Everyone was stunned.

The office was a complete mess.

Documents were scattered all over the floor, and drawers were pulled open and turned upside down on the ground.

The books on the bookshelf were in disarray, with several lying on the floor and their pages folded.

The sofa was overturned, the cushions were cut open, exposing the foam inside, and a corner of the carpet was also lifted, revealing the floor underneath.

The most conspicuous thing is the safe in the corner.

The safe was wide open and completely empty, without a single coin inside.

"Has this been robbed?" one of the henchmen blurted out without thinking.

Feng Yuxiu was taken aback. He quickly walked to the safe, squatted down, and looked inside. The safe door had been pried open.

Everything inside had been moved out cleanly, not even a screw was left. He stood up and looked around.

They looked again at the drawers and bookshelves that had been rummaged through; someone had been here before them and turned the place upside down.

Feng Yuxiu's face darkened.

This place will be his territory from now on, and all this money should rightfully belong to him.

Now there's nothing left.

Where did these thieves come from to take advantage of the chaos?

This boy has already found a way to die.

Camel's face was also very pale. He walked to the safe, looked at it, and then walked to the desk, flipping through the scattered documents.

Nothing was left behind, not a single coin.

"Everyone, please look for it."

"If you can't find him, go down and capture one of the Crown Prince's men. I'd like to see where the Crown Prince can transfer his wealth."

The underlings responded and began searching the office.

They searched every inch of the cabinets, drawers, floors, and walls.

There was nothing there.

The camel turned to look at Feng Yuxiu, its anger vanishing and replaced by a sincere expression:

"Brother Feng, I will give you an explanation. Even if I don't find it, I will give you one million Hong Kong dollars when I get back."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuxiu's troubled expression disappeared, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Camel is a person I can get along with.

"Brother Camel, I believe in you."

Camel nodded, then turned to his underlings and said, "Go, grab one of the prince's men and bring him up here. I want to question him."

The henchmen ran downstairs, and soon came back upstairs dragging a blond-haired guy along.

I was slashed on the arm during the melee, and it's still bleeding.

Huang Mao was thrown to the ground, wincing in pain. When he saw the camel and Feng Yuxiu, his face turned pale.

"Mr. Camel, I...I don't know anything..."

The camel crouched down, its eyes slightly narrowed: "Where is the prince's money?"

"I...I don't know..."

"have no idea?"

Camel Zero Frame slapped him across the face, leaving half of the blond-haired man's face swollen and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"The Crown Prince's office was ransacked like this, and you, as his underlings, didn't know?"

The blond-haired man covered his face, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Mr. Luo, I really don't know. I'm just a lowly underling; I don't even get into the office normally. How would I know where the Crown Prince hides his money?"

The camel stood up and stepped on his injured arm.

The blond-haired man screamed in agony, his voice like a pig being slaughtered.

"Tell me! Where's the money?"

"I don't know! I really don't know! I wouldn't even know if you killed me!"

The blond-haired man cried out, trembling all over.

It's a grievance!

The camel loosened its legs, and the blond-haired man curled up on the ground, hugging his arms and sobbing.

The camel looked at Feng Yuxiu, who shook his head.

This person really doesn't know.

There was no change in micro-expressions.

The camel waved its hand, signaling for someone to drag the yellow-haired man away.

They then arrested several more Hung Hing henchmen who had surrendered and interrogated them one by one.

Some said they didn't know, some said the prince deposited the money in a bank, and some said the prince hid the money somewhere else.

No matter how many people were asked, no one could tell them the exact location.

The camel's face grew increasingly pale.

Sitting at his desk, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke. He thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out where the prince could have hidden the money.

"Brother Camel," one of the henchmen chimed in, "could it be that the Crown Prince transferred the money beforehand?"

Camel flicked his cigarette ash: "Possibly. But when did he move it? Did he anticipate our arrival?"

Another henchman said, "Could it have been one of his men? Did someone sneak up and take the money while we were fighting?"

Camel shook his head: "Impossible. With so many people downstairs, how could anyone come up without us knowing?"

Feng Yuxiu stood by the window, looking at the night outside, without saying a word.

He wondered if it could be someone else entirely.

To be able to steal money right under so many people's noses and leave no trace, this person is no ordinary individual.

Camel threw away his cigarette butt and stood up: "Forget it, Brother Feng, I said I'd give you a million, and I will. I'll have someone deliver it to you as soon as we get back."

Feng Yuxiu turned around: "Okay, thank you, Brother Luo."

The camel waved its hand: "Let's go."

A group of people left the office, went downstairs, and walked out of the nightclub.

He left several hundred underlings to Feng Yuxiu.

The streets outside were deserted, with streetlights illuminating the empty spaces.

Only a dozen or so underlings remained to clean up the scene.

The camel boarded a cart, the cart started, and it drove into the night.

Feng Yuxiu, however, was thinking about the person who stole his money.

If you encounter this, you must teach him a lesson in how to behave properly.

Yes, that's right.

Feng Yuxiu already regarded the Crown Prince's money as his own.

"Waaaaah..."

Not long after, a police car arrived.

"The police have come to clean up the area."

Feng Yuxiu muttered something to himself, led his men out of the nightclub, and joked directly:

"Officers, what brings you here? Want some late-night snacks?"

"We received a report that someone is stabbing someone here. Is it you bunch of bastards causing trouble again?"

The newly recruited police officer smelled blood in the air as soon as he got out of the car, which almost made him vomit.

I became even more certain that a fierce battle had taken place here.

Feng Yuxiu blatantly lied, saying, "Sir, you must be joking. We just slaughtered some rotten fish and shrimp for a midnight snack."

Rotten fish and shrimp?

You'd better not be referring to a person.

The inexperienced young police officer, unafraid of challengers, demanded, "How can eating late-night snacks result in blood all over the place? Look at all these tables and chairs, how come they're all smashed?"

Feng Yuxiu spouted nonsense with a straight face: "Blood? That's the blood from killing rotten fish and shrimp. As for these tables, chairs, and benches, everyone got drunk after a few drinks and it was an accident."

Do you think I believe it or not?

The young police officer gave him a look that seemed to say, "Do you think I'm stupid?" and retorted, "Then what about the fingers on the ground?"

Feng Yuxiu thought he looked like a fool.

He said calmly, "Those are chicken feet."

Young police officer: "I..."