Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

In the next room, Bai Jin and Zhang Shiyu were tied to chairs.

Bai Jin remained calm, sitting upright even with a cloth stuffed in her mouth and her eyes blindfolded.

Having navigated the business world for so many years, what storms haven't I weathered?

Although it was her first time being kidnapped, she told herself not to panic.

Zhang Shiyu couldn't be as calm as her; her face was pale, her whole body was trembling, and tears were streaming down her face.

She tried to scream for help, but her mouth was gagged, and she could only make "woo-woo" sounds.

My family in this world is all dead.

Having finally been reborn, and then encountering this kind of thing after crossing the ocean to Hong Kong, she was naturally terrified, and even the system was too scared to utter a sound.

There's nothing we can do if it doesn't make a sound; it's useless, after all.

Zhang Shiyu called out to the system in her heart, but the revenge system only made her rise up and kill these bad guys.

Zhang Shiyu cursed the system's ancestors for eighteen generations, saying, "If I could handle it, would I need to come to you?"

The inaction of the revenge system further solidified Zhang Shiyu's determination to sell it.

"System, I was still considering your kindness in resurrecting me, but now it seems you've already chosen your own path to death."

The door opened.

Sangbo walked in.

Zhang Shiyu struggled desperately in fear, and the chair creaked and groaned.

Sang Bo glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips, walked up to Bai Jin, and ripped off her blindfold.

Bai Jin squinted to adjust to the light, looking at the man in front of her with a calm gaze.

"Who are you? How much money do you want?"

Sang Bo paused for a moment, then laughed: "Ms. Bai is indeed a worldly person. I don't want much, ten million."

Bai Jin looked at him and said, "Ten million is no small sum. I need time to raise the money."

"No rush."

Sangbo pulled up a chair and sat opposite her. "I'm a very patient person, but you'd better not try anything funny, or else..."

He pulled a gun from his waist and twirled it in his hand.

"I have a bad temper and am easily impulsive."

Bai Jin's gaze fell on the gun, paused for a second, and then looked away: "Don't worry, I won't call the police. Ten million is nothing to me. As long as my niece and I are safe, you can take the money."

Sang Bo frowned slightly. She was too calm, so calm that it made him feel a little uncomfortable. He had seen many hostages, some crying, some shouting, some so scared that they wet their pants. He had never seen anyone as calm as Bai Jin.

Does she have some trump card up her sleeve?

"Ms. Bai, what kind of business do you run?" he asked tentatively.

"Let's start a small business," Bai Jin said.

"Small business?"

Sang Bo laughed, "Someone who can casually pull out ten million must be running a small business?"

Bai Jin looked at him and remained silent for a moment: "I am a member of the Kadoorie family."

Sangbo's smile froze.

The Kadoorie family, one of the four major families in Hong Kong, are tycoons in the power, hotel, and real estate industries.

Upon arriving in Hong Kong, they conducted a basic investigation. This family is incredibly powerful, with connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds. If you offend them, you'll likely find yourself with no place to stand in Hong Kong.

But don't worry.

He plans to stay in Hong Kong for a long time.

They'd run away as soon as they got the money, heading to Vietnam.

"So what if they're the Kadoorie family? I'm a fugitive now, my life is worthless, I might as well die with them."

Bai Jin looked at him and said, "Since you know I'm from the Kadoorie family, you should know that even if you kill me, you won't escape. Take the ten million, and I'll pretend nothing happened."

Sang Bo stood up, paced a couple of steps, then stopped. His gaze toward Bai Jin shifted from ill intent to apprehension.

This woman may be familiar, but if I were to sleep with her, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to leave Hong Kong alive. As long as the money is right, what woman can't I have?

He gritted his teeth: "Fine, I promise you, I'll let you go as soon as I get the money."

"It's a deal," Bai Jin said.

Sangbo turned and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

Zhang Shiyu watched as Bai Jin cried even harder.

Bai Jin turned her head and looked at her with gentle eyes: "Don't be afraid, your aunt is here, everything will be alright."

Zhang Shiyu nodded vigorously.

But she was still afraid—afraid of death, afraid of dying in humiliation.

Lin Tian's ghostly figure drifted silently through the shadows of the hair salon's corridor, past the women, through the rooms, and through the locked doors.

He saw Bai Jin and Zhang Shiyu tied to chairs, their eyes completely covered.

Lin Tian looked around and saw that there was only one man in the hair salon, Sang Bo; the rest were women, all of whom were weak and helpless.

He floated up to Bai Jin, but she couldn't see him. She felt a cool breeze on her face and thought the window was open.

It floated back to Zhang Shiyu. Zhang Shiyu sensed it and suddenly raised her head. Although her eyes were covered, her intuition told her that something was in front of her.

The feeling was like being stared at by a snake, making her hair stand on end.

Lin Tian looked around and found no ambush or other accomplices; it was indeed only Sang Bo alone.

The situation has been ascertained; it's time to take action.

Inside the hair salon, Sangbo sat on the sofa, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

The proprietress sat next to him, leaning on his shoulder, while several hairdressers huddled in a corner, barely daring to breathe.

"Brother Bo, when are we leaving?" the landlady asked.

"Wait for the money to arrive."

Sangbo took a sip of his drink. "Get the money and leave immediately."

"Could it be that the Kadoorie family...?"

"Won't."

Sangbo interrupted her, "Rich people are most afraid of death. They'll let us go as long as they get the money."

He said that, but he wasn't sure himself.

The Kadoorie family is not just an ordinary wealthy family; they are more terrifying than any triad.

Community organizations follow rules, but capitalists have no bottom line.

He knew very well that after completing this deal, regardless of whether he got paid or not, he couldn't stay in Hong Kong; he had to get far away.

The door opened suddenly.

A child stood in the doorway, thin and small. Sang Bo paused for a moment, then frowned: "Who are you?"

Lin Tian walked in without answering.

Sangbo stood up and reached for the gun at his waist, but before he could touch it, an axe appeared out of nowhere and flew over.

His arm was severed at the elbow, and blood gushed out.

"ah!!!"

Sangbo's screams echoed in the hair salon. His arm lay on the ground, still twitching, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The proprietress was terrified and collapsed onto the sofa, motionless.

Several hairdressers screamed and ran out the door.

Lin Tian walked over and picked up the axe from the ground.

Sang Bo collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale, his whole body trembling. He stared at Lin Tian, ​​his eyes filled with terror: "You...who are you?"

Lin Tian scoffed, "You kidnapped my family, and you're asking who I am?"

Sang Bo swallowed hard: "I...I didn't know, they're your family..."

"Don't know? Then be more careful in your next life."

The axe fell.

Before Sangbo could even give his last words, the watermelon had already rolled to the landlady's feet, scaring her so much that she fainted on the spot.

Seeing their touching emotions, Lin Tian did them a favor and wished them a happy marriage, saying, "May lovers be together forever."

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