Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

It was almost 1 a.m. when Chen Fei ended his rendezvous with Zhao Yazhi.

Zhao Yazhi lay on the bed, not wanting to move a finger, and lazily watched him get up and get dressed.

"Are you going out so late?"

"I'm not going out. I'm just making a phone call." Chen Fei picked up the landline on the bedside table and dialed a number.

The phone rang several times before being answered. A groggy voice came from the other end: "Who...who is it...?"

"I am Chen Fei."

"Boss? Look at the time!" Lok Hye-ching's voice suddenly became much more awake, but her tone was full of resentment. "Do you think I don't need to sleep?"

"Exclusive news doesn't wait for anyone." Chen Fei lit a cigarette. "I have some explosive news. Come and get it, go back and prepare it, and release it tomorrow."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"What's the news? Was some legislator caught on camera accepting bribes?"

"No, this is way more exciting than that." Chen Fei exhaled a puff of smoke. "You'll see when you get here. Take it back and read it."

"……Now?"

"Now."

Lok Wai-ching cursed something, but it was too soft to hear clearly. However, she finally said "Wait" and hung up the phone.

Chen Fei put down the microphone, turned around and glanced at Zhao Yazhi: "You go to sleep first, don't wait for me."

Zhao Yazhi turned over, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and responded lazily.

About half an hour later, Lok Wai-ching arrived, wearing an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, her hair casually tied in a ponytail, and still looking sleepy as if she had just gotten out of bed.

He started complaining as soon as he walked in: "You better really have something to say, or I'm not letting you off the hook."

Chen Fei didn't reply, but threw the wrapped negatives and several printed photos on the coffee table.

"See, you won't have made a wasted trip."

Lok Wai-ching sat down, picked up the photos, and flipped through two of them.

The first picture shows corpses lying haphazardly, with blood all over the ground.

The second picture shows a car that has been blown to smithereens, with a foreigner lying next to it, his upper body riddled with bullet holes.

Her drowsiness vanished instantly, and she sat up straight.

"What is this?"

"Gao Yingpei's villa, what happened tonight." Chen Fei flicked the photo. "Isn't it explosive?"

Le Huizhen flipped through the photos one by one, becoming increasingly alarmed with each look.

The last page is a panoramic view of the courtyard, where at least a dozen corpses lie, shrouded in smoke and dust.

"Did you take this yourself?"

"Yes, I'll go to the scene in person."

"What are you doing there?" Lok Wai-ching asked without turning her head.

Chen Fei smiled and said, "I already said I'm the king of intelligence in Hong Kong, so it's normal for me to know this kind of information, okay? Pretty impressive, right?"

"That's really explosive. The report says that Chen Fei, the owner of Black Gold Media, went to the scene in person. This is all first-hand information, and it will definitely boost the sales of our magazine." Le Huizhen put the photos and negatives into her bag and stood up.

"Is there anything else?"

"That's all for now. Go back and develop them properly. A few photos might be underexposed; have someone fix them."

"understood."

As Lok Wai-ching walked to the door, she turned back to look at him again, hesitated as if she wanted to say something, and finally opened the door and left.

When I got back to my place, Yako was still awake, curled up on the sofa watching TV.

Seeing her enter, Yako casually asked, "Where are you going so late?"

"Get the materials." Lok Wai-ching tossed her bag onto the sofa.

Yako asked in confusion, "Why would you need to make this trip yourself so late at night?"

"Chen Fei sent him. Take a look for yourself." Le Huizhen took out the photos.

Yazi picked up the first one and glanced at it; her pupils suddenly contracted.

The photo shows seven or eight corpses lying in a pool of blood, which glows a dark red under the flash.

In the distance, there was a wrecked car, the fire still not completely extinguished.

"This is……"

"Gao Yingpei's villa." Le Huizhen picked up another wet photo. This one was a close-up, showing a foreigner lying on his back with several bullet holes in his chest.

Ya Zi frowned: "Who took this picture?"

"Chen Fei".

The sprout remained silent.

She looked at a few more pictures: close-ups of corpses, panoramic views of scattered bullet casings, and one of scattered counterfeit banknotes.

"When did this happen?"

He said tonight.

The two women exchanged a glance, both seeing the same question in each other's eyes.

How did Chen Fei know?

How did he end up at the scene?

Moreover, the shots were taken so calmly and from such a wide range of angles, it was as if the camera positions had been set up in advance and were ready to be taken.

"This Chen Fei..." Ya Zi began slowly, "How much does he actually know?"

Lok Hye-jung shook her head.

She doesn't know either.

……

The next morning, the whole of Hong Kong was in an uproar.

All the newspapers were reporting the same thing on their front pages.

Sing Tao Daily front page: "Shocking Bloodbath! Gao Yingpei's Villa Turned into a Slaughterhouse!"

Ming Pao: "Infighting within a counterfeit money ring? Shooting at villa leaves more than ten dead, including several police officers."

Hong Kong Commercial Daily: "A fierce battle in the underworld! Gao Yingpei is executed!"

On the television news, the female anchor read the press release:

"Last night, police received a report of a gunfight at Ko Ying-pui's villa in Repulse Bay. Upon arrival, officers were met with heavy fire, and several officers were killed in the line of duty. Nearly thirty bodies were found at the scene, including Ko Ying-pui and his men, several foreign nationals, and several Royal Hong Kong Police officers. After identification, the foreign nationals were confirmed to be members of an American triad..."

The scene cuts to the exterior of the villa, where yellow police tape surrounds the area. Forensic officers in white coats are going in and out, while reporters are kept outside. Cameras and microphones are pointed at every officer entering and leaving.

The streets were crowded with onlookers.

"So many people died, it's terrifying." An old woman carrying a vegetable basket stood on tiptoe to look inside.

"I heard several policemen have died," the middle-aged man next to him said in a low voice. "They even dare to kill policemen; these people are truly insane."

"My son is a policeman too, and I didn't sleep a wink last night," another woman sighed. "How did Hong Kong become such a mess?"

"Have you guys read the newspaper?" someone asked, holding up a magazine. "They say it's photos taken by the boss of Black Gold Media!"

"Really?" Several people immediately surrounded them.

At the bottom of the newspaper was a line of small print: "The above photos were taken and provided by Chen Fei, CEO of Black Gold Media, who personally went to the scene."

The newsstand owner nearby shouted at the top of his lungs, "Black Gold! Yes! Come and buy it, it'll be gone once it's sold out!"

The crowd surged forward, some buying three or four books at a time, while others, unable to squeeze in, stretched out their hands and shouted from outside.

"I want two copies of 'Black Gold'!"

"Give me a copy of 'YES!'!"

"Give me the money, boss!"

In less than half an hour, the copies of "Yes!" and "Black Gold" on the newsstand were sold out.

Similar situations have occurred at newsstands across the country.

The reason why everyone bought "Black Gold" is simple: the boss of Black Gold Media even knew about such explosive news and had obtained first-hand information.

That definitely proves that what Black Gold reported is true!

Another customer came to buy the magazine.

"Boss, do you still have 'Black Gold'?"

"Sold out, come earlier tomorrow."

……

Edinburgh School.

When the news of Inspector Wong's death reached Ho Man's ears, she was struck dumb and remained in shock for a long time.

I remembered what my boyfriend said last night: "After this mission is over, we'll get married."

Who knew they wouldn't be able to come back!

He Min's mind went blank, and she sat there blankly for a long time.

Chen Fei had just gotten up when he heard the news report about the police. He was stunned.

police?

Were there police inside last night?

He went through the events of last night in his mind: he, Song Zihao, and Yang Ning launched rockets and rushed in, only to find the place full of dead bodies.

He thought it was an internal conflict between Gao Yingpei and the group of foreigners, so how could a policeman have died inside?

So, last night was a gunfight between the police and Gao Yingpei?

Then he picked it up ready-made?

No wonder I've been feeling unwell.

If Zhao Yazhi hadn't come over, I doubt I would have been able to vent my anger.

Song Zihao saw the newspaper at a tea restaurant.

"Shooting at Repulse Bay resulted in the deaths of several police officers."

His hand paused slightly.

I laid the newspaper flat and read the report carefully.

The more I looked at his expression, the more complicated it became.

He thought last night's operation only killed Gao Yingpei and his men.

As a result, even the police died inside.

Is it a coincidence?

still is……

He recalled what Yang Ning had said last night: "All of this is definitely under his control."

If even the deaths of police officers were within Chen Fei's calculations, then this man's methods are truly terrifying.

Gao Yingpei, American gangsters, police involvement, multi-party chaos, and total annihilation—every step was meticulously planned, no more, no less, just the right moment to close the net.

Could it be that even the police were being used as pawns by him?

Song Zihao put down the newspaper, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

The world of martial arts has truly changed.

……

Yang Ning's room at the Peninsula Hotel.

The television was rebroadcasting the news from the police headquarters press conference, and several newspapers were spread out on the coffee table, all reporting on the shooting at Gao Yingpei's villa.

Yang Ning held a copy of the magazine "Black Gold" in his hand, flipping through the pages one by one.

She looked at them very carefully, pausing to examine each photo for a long time.

After flipping through the magazine, she put it down and closed her eyes.

I went through the whole thing from last night in my mind.

Chen Fei said the plan was "artillery barrage," and that they should just take their weapons and rush in.

The result was that after just a few rockets were launched, chaos erupted inside, with gunfire, explosions, and screams filling the air.

By the time they rushed in, everyone was already dead.

The goods are here, the money is here.

Clean and tidy, without expending any effort.

She immediately sensed something was wrong.

Now, seeing the newspaper reports of numerous police officers dying, she is even more certain of her judgment.

This is not a coincidence; it is a calculated move.

Chen Fei included everyone in the calculation.

He lured Gao Yingpei, the United States, and the police to the same place, making them fight each other while he reaped the benefits.

Even the death of the police officer was part of his plan.

Yang Ning opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

I felt a strange sense of excitement.

Because she felt that she had indeed chosen the right person to follow.

The news on the television was still broadcasting:

According to RTHK, the Commissioner of Police expressed shock and anger regarding last night's shooting at Repulse Bay. A special task force has been established to investigate the incident. Condolences have been extended to the families of the fallen officers. Reports indicate that traces of large-caliber weapons and explosives were found at the scene, raising concerns about potential involvement by foreign forces…

……

Drop drop!

The phone rang urgently.

Chen Fei answered the phone, and Le Huizhen's voice came through: "When you went there last night, was Amin's boyfriend already dead?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Fei was stunned. Her boyfriend was inside too?

He then sighed and said, "I met him before he died, and he even said a few words to me. I didn't tell you last night because I was afraid you would tell He Min about it."

"You've really kept this a secret," said Lok Wai-ching. "I think you'd better go to the company as soon as possible. I think there's going to be a lot of trouble today. That's all, I'm hanging up now, I need to sleep."

Chen Fei hung up the phone and looked at Zhao Yazhi, who had just gotten up.

Do you know where I can buy black condoms?

He Min's boyfriend died in the line of duty, so it makes perfect sense for her to go and offer her condolences, right?

And black condoms are also fitting for the occasion...