Hong Kong film: Refusing to go undercover, the policeman's path to becoming the richest man.

Chapter 62 Stock Market Dividends Build a Love Nest, Xinlian Shenglin

Wang Zhicheng laughed: "Shopping? No."

"It's shopping."

"Did Brother Long give you money?"

He shook his head: "A friend of mine was doing investments, and he gave me a handyman, and I made a little money."

"Your dividends are in your account, and you're not going to buy them anything, are you just going to let them go moldy?"

Zhao Zhao's eyes lit up: "Acheng, are you going to buy me something?"

Wang Zhicheng gently ruffled her hair, his voice soft: "Of course."

"You are mine."

"It's been so long since I bought you anything new. Come on, let's shop till we drop today."

Zhao Zhao tugged at his sleeve: "Acheng, why don't we go back?"

"We're still renting a place."

"Save some money and pay off the mortgage on the apartment sooner."

Wang Zhicheng smiled: "Buying a house? No need to worry about it."

"How about we just buy one?"

Zhao Zhao's eyes widened in shock: "Huh? You mean—buying a house?"

"Have you saved enough money? I have over 100,000 yuan here. Let's pool our money and we can at least make a down payment."

Wang Zhicheng chuckled: "Of course I'll buy the luxury house over there in Qianbei."

"However, it's not on Hong Kong Island."

Zhao Zhao stuck out her tongue: "Houses on Hong Kong Island are ridiculously expensive. Even if you have money, you can't just burn it like that." She suddenly froze, realizing what Wang Zhicheng had just said, "Wait—what did you say?"

"A mansion of a thousand sighs?"

Wang Zhicheng raised an eyebrow: "Otherwise, what did you expect me to say?"

Si Zhaozhao squinted, looking at him suspiciously: "Acheng, where did you get so much money?"

Wang Zhicheng took out his card and swiped it at a nearby ATM.

Zhao Zhao stared intently at the numbers that popped up on the screen: "One zero, two zeros, three zeros, five, six—eight zeros!!"

She suddenly covered her mouth, almost screaming!

It was as if countless stars exploded before my eyes!

She quickly exited the program and grabbed Wang Zhicheng, yelling, "What are you standing there for!"

"Let's go look at some apartments!"

His cheeks flushed red, and his whole body felt hot.

"I've always wanted a home of our own, where the two of us can live together peacefully."

"The house needs to be bigger so it won't feel cramped when we have more kids."

"Ideally, it should be in the thousand-piece range!"

"Having two or three children is never too many!"

Wang Zhicheng stood beside him, laughing: "But we haven't even gotten our marriage certificate yet."

Zhao Zhao glanced at him sideways and scoffed, "If I hadn't pursued you, you'd probably still be wandering the streets as a single dog!"

"He has a good-looking face, but it's all for nothing."

Wang Zhicheng laughed heartily.

After walking a few steps, Zhao Zhao suddenly pulled him aside and whispered, "Acheng, now that we have money, you don't need to be a gangster anymore, okay?"

Wang Zhicheng looked at her strangely: "Oh, this little delinquent is actually advising me to settle down?"

Zhao Zhao stared at him intently: "I've always suspected that you got this money by doing something illegal."

"When I see that you can deposit your money into a bank, in a legitimate account, I understand—this is money earned legitimately."

"Let's stop messing around."

"Why don't you talk to Brother Feilong about it? He should step down and behave properly, okay?"

Wang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

Zhao Zhao obediently took his arm: "Wherever you are, I'll go with you through fire and water."

Of course, he wouldn't actually take her into dangerous places; instead, he led her up Mount Taiping.

Zhao Zhao was a little confused: "Why did you bring me here?"

Victoria Peak is a famous scenic spot on Hong Kong Island. Standing on the top, you can see the lights of the entire city, a dazzling and dreamlike sight.

Wang Zhicheng lit a cigarette and slowly said, "There are some things I've never told you."

Zhao Zhao immediately tensed up: "You don't mean you're seeing someone else, do you?"

Wang Zhicheng nearly choked on his smoke: "Do I look like someone who desperately needs love?"

She thought about it and realized that this guy was quite good-looking. If she hadn't taken the initiative, she probably would have remained single forever.

"So what secret are you hiding?"

Wang Zhicheng looked into her eyes and said, word by word, "I am a policeman."

Zhao Zhao's head buzzed: "You're kidding me, right?!"

Wang Zhicheng shook his head: "This time, I really didn't lie to you."

Cold sweat broke out on his brow: "Ah Cheng, let's run! If Brother Feilong finds out you're a cop, he'll chop you up!"

She was genuinely afraid.

The name Hung Hing Fei Lung has been known in the underworld for over a decade.

Even though he has said all these years that he has retired from the criminal world and no longer has any involvement in organized crime, no one outside still fully believes him.

Zhao Zhao is the one who doesn't believe it.

She's been in the entertainment industry since she was a child, and she knows best how ruthless Feilong's methods are.

Wang Zhicheng gently brushed the tip of her nose: "Don't be afraid, Brother Long knows."

"ha?"

Zhao Zhao was stunned: "Brother Feilong knows?"

"What do you mean?"

Wang Zhicheng shrugged: "It means he already knew my identity and didn't care."

He's long since out of touch with reality, so he's not afraid of having a cop with him.

"Besides, I'm efficient, and he'd love for me to stay by his side and help him manage things."

Zhao Zhao suddenly grabbed his arm: "Then where did the money in your card come from?"

"If a police officer embezzles, their crime is compounded!"

Wang Zhicheng smiled and shook his head: "That's profit sharing."

"Stock dividends".

"Every single transaction is legal; even if the ICAC investigates for three years, they won't find anything wrong with it."

Zhao Zhao was stunned: "Really?"

Wang Zhicheng smiled wryly: "I've already told you I'm a police officer, why would I lie to you?"

Zhao Zhao nodded: "You're right."

My tense nerves relaxed instantly.

"Then why did you bring me up here—what do you want to do with it?"

Wang Zhicheng laughed: "You've come to look at houses."

"We can't afford a villa on the mountaintop."

"But for our future home, we should at least see the scenery first."

"But we could really think of a way to deal with that villa halfway up the mountain."

Zhao Zhao's eyes widened: "You're kidding me!"

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Zhicheng actually led her to a house hidden halfway up the mountain.

He took out his key, turned it gently, and the door opened.

Zhao Zhao stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to move for a long time!

Victoria Peak has always been a place where the wealthy congregate.

Although property prices on Hong Kong Island haven't yet skyrocketed to the alarming levels they will in a few decades, and are still hovering at a low level overall, ordinary people might be able to afford a modest house even if they work hard for ten or more years—but Victoria Peak? That's a different story.

Even if it's just a location halfway up the mountain, tens of millions of dollars in cash are still an insurmountable hurdle.

The difference between the mountaintop and the mountainside, though only one slope apart, feels like two completely different worlds in terms of property prices.

The mountaintop is the abode of immortals, while the mountainside is barely big enough for people to reach on tiptoe.

Zhao Zhao still couldn't believe it: "This is our home?"

This is no ordinary mansion; it's clearly a fairytale estate.

Wang Zhicheng smiled and said, "I was just lucky."

My current boss is quite capable; working for him has allowed me to benefit somewhat from the stock market boom.

Zhao Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up: "Your boss—doesn't know that 'stock market guru,' does he?"

Wang Zhicheng was taken aback: "Which stock market guru?"

"It's that guy who spotted that weird stock, Yuen Long Electric, a few days ago!" Zhao Zhao exclaimed excitedly. "The newspapers say he made a killing in this recent market downturn, I heard he made at least a hundred million!"

Wang Zhicheng then realized that it was the gossip report from Apple Daily.

In Hong Kong, what stirs people's hearts the most is never who is knowledgeable or who has a high social status, but who suddenly becomes rich.

The people here believe in an old saying: "They laugh at poverty, but not at prostitution."

With money, anything can be respectable; as long as you can make money, others will only give you a thumbs up: "You're really something!"

Otherwise, how do you explain the mahjong parlors, gambling dens, lottery outlets, and horse racing clubs all over the streets? As long as it's related to "money," business is never slow.

Sales immediately double whenever a news headline contains the word "get rich quick".

Not to mention the sudden emergence of a "stock market guru"—with a story, a miracle, and suspense, how could readers not follow along?

Zhao Zhao is also a true Hong Kong girl, and her biggest dream is to turn her life around overnight.

Upon hearing the words "stock market guru," my ears immediately perked up.

Wang Zhicheng laughed and said, "That's right. My boss has some dealings with him and helped us out a little bit."

"What are the benefits?" Zhao Zhao stared intently at him.

Wang Zhicheng repeated what Abang had said: "Take one-third of your salary each month and put it into a stock fund."

"It's completely voluntary; whether you vote or not is entirely up to you."

"Such a good thing?" Zhao Zhao's eyes widened. "Then hurry up and vote!"

Wang Zhicheng smiled wryly: "I almost backed down at the time."

Zhao Zhao's heart skipped a beat, a chill running down her spine: "Thank goodness you didn't back down!"

"Yes," Wang Zhicheng sighed softly, "Luckily, I cast my ball."

"Otherwise, I'll really regret it to the core this time."

At that moment, Abang's words of advice echoed in his ears again: "Don't be so clever, don't think you can see further than others."

Sometimes, following the crowd is the right thing to do.

He couldn't help but shiver.

"That's just fate."

Zhao Zhao still felt like she was walking on clouds: "This house—is it really ours?"

Wang Zhicheng waved the key in his hand: "Look, the door is open."

However, to truly make it belong to the Wang family, we still need to go through some procedures.

Zhao Zhao didn't want to wait even a second longer: "Acheng, hurry up!"

"I want to see it become our home with my own eyes."

"Let's go!" Wang Zhicheng smiled as well.

Wasn't he himself also filled with surging emotions?

The two rushed to the Housing Department with their documents, and after nearly two hours of fussing, they finally returned home with a large box of documents.

From then on, the mountain villa hidden in the greenery officially bore their names.

Why did you bring back such a big box of stuff?

It contains all the records of this house since its construction—all the previous owners, tenants, and transaction receipts—not a single one can be missing.

If a page is missing, it will be difficult to resell in the future, and the price will be severely reduced.

Zhao Zhao ran back and forth between the rooms like a madwoman, shouting, "Acheng! Acheng! Am I dreaming?"

"We have a home now! We have a big house now!"

He jumped and shouted, and it took him a long time to calm down.

She lunged forward, straddling Wang Zhicheng's lap and hugging his neck tightly: "Acheng, I'm so happy."

"My dream has come true, it really has come true."

Her eyes were red-rimmed, but her smile was as bright as the sun.

"Acheng, let's live a peaceful and stable life from now on, okay?"

"Stop hanging out on the streets. I want to live a good life with you." Wang Zhicheng sighed. "I've told you so many times, I'm a cop, I've never spent a day in the underworld."

"Staying by Feilong's side is part of the job, understand?"

Zhao Zhao frowned: "But you clearly said before that Brother Feilong had long since retired from crime, so why are you still standing next to him?"

Wang Zhicheng gave a wry smile: "This matter is complicated."

"He's definitely out of the underworld, but you've heard the saying 'when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter'—some people still won't let him go."

"There are always some fools who want to mess with him."

Zhao Zhao's eyes widened: "So you're protecting him?"

Wang Zhicheng nodded: "Yes, it's what I should do."

Zhao Zhao's voice grew urgent: "Then wouldn't you be in great danger?"

"Anyone who dares to covet the flying dragon is ruthless and vicious."

Wang Zhicheng shook his head: "This is my duty."

Besides, Brother Long has treated me well; no matter how you look at it, I can't just abandon him.

Zhao Zhao fell silent.

Although she was a bit of a delinquent, she could still distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.

She didn't press him further, but expressed her concern in her own way—gently drawing circles on his shoulder and chest with her fingertip, like a cat's claws scratching at his heart.

"Ah Cheng, do you think I'm pretty?" She tilted her head up, her eyes sparkling. "Such a pretty girl, if one day no one's talking to me, who will draw all these little circles for me?"

Wang Zhicheng spat, "Can't you say something auspicious? Are you cursing me?"

"Stop talking nonsense, get up, let's go to the new world."

Zhao Zhao was taken aback: "What are you going there for?"

Wang Zhicheng reached out and ruffled her hair: "You've been with me for so long, and I've never even given you a decent gift."

"I'll make it up this time." He smiled. "You'll have half an hour to get ready."

Zhao Zhao was about to slowly take off her black stockings when she heard this and suddenly jumped up: "Let's go! Let's go now!"

Wang Zhicheng was stunned: "Not going to touch up your makeup? We're leaving already?"

Zhao Zhao rolled her eyes: "We haven't done anything shameful, why are you putting on this donkey makeup!"

"Hurry up!" she actually urged him instead, "Acheng, put out your cigarette, stop dawdling."

"Oh, okay, I'll let you smoke as much as you want when I get back?"

Looking at her like this, Wang Zhicheng shook his head and thought, "What a little vixen!"

But when he thought about the shopping trip later, he stubbed out his cigarette, opened the car door, and shoved her inside.

Zhao Zhao sat in the passenger seat and chuckled to herself.

She wasn't the only one looking forward to it; she was secretly overjoyed.

Lately, she's felt that her judgment has become incredibly sharp.

Of all the gangsters in Hung Hing, she just happened to set her sights on Wong Chi-shing, the undercover agent.

However, it's never a good thing for a delinquent girl to fall in love with an undercover agent.

There are only two possible outcomes: either the undercover agent is exposed and dies on the spot, and as the "wife of a thief," her life won't be any better; or the mission succeeds, her identity is exposed, and she will still have a hard time—what will her brothers and sisters in the gang think of her? Gossiping behind her back is the least of her worries.

Moreover, can an undercover agent really end up with a girl like her?

Let alone them, even ordinary couples have to break up and get back together several times before they can finally get married. There's no such thing as a smooth journey.

But Zhao Zhao's luck is just incredible!

Wang Zhicheng truly liked her.

What's more, Feilong already knew his background, and instead of exposing him, he actually quite admired the kid.

This will prevent countless troubles from happening in the future.

And there's something even more outrageous—this guy is frighteningly rich!

When you get married, you'll depend on him for food and clothing.

If a man is rich, that's the icing on the cake.

But Wang Zhicheng wasn't just rich; he was a true tycoon.

They buy houses halfway up Victoria Peak without hesitation, without even blinking.

In that kind of area, money alone isn't enough; you also need a clean background and an innocent identity to even get in the door.

What touched Zhao Zhao the most was how incredibly generous he was to her.

She used to be just a streetwalker; she'd never used a lipstick that cost thousands of dollars, never worn designer clothes, and never been able to afford a necklace that cost six figures.

But when Wang Zhicheng took her shopping, 300,000 yuan was gone in the blink of an eye.

That's a year's salary for him as a policeman!

Zhao Zhao was so happy she couldn't speak; it felt like a dream.

She even wanted to find a proper job and didn't want to drift through life like this anymore.

Unfortunately, that's not possible right now.

Wang Zhicheng's mission is not yet over; he still needs her to cover up the operation under the guise of being his girlfriend.

She was certainly willing to cooperate.

Fortunately, she recently took on a new role—as Daisy's assistant.

The job sounds respectable, but it's actually quite simple: Daisy takes her out to social events and teaches her some business tips so she won't be clueless in the future; she also helps take care of things at home, serving tea and water, running errands and relaying messages.

But for Zhao Zhao, it was a completely new beginning.

Therefore, nowadays, when Zhao Zhao goes out, the younger members of Hung Hing all respectfully call her "Sister Zhao Zhao," which makes her feel very sweet and proud!

Daisy's girlfriends invited her to play mahjong in Yuen Long today.

Zhao Zhao sat to the side watching the game and saw it clearly: those three weren't there to play cards at all; they were clearly there to throw money away.

Whatever cards Daisy wanted, they would hand her those cards, perfectly cooperating in eating, ponging, and discarding them—they were even more attentive than the maids.

"These people must need something from Daisy."

Zhao Zhao understood perfectly well.

Her gaze swept over the three of them, her face plastered with a smile, but beneath that smile lay a hint of ingratiation, and even a trace of fear.

"Am I seeing things?" Zhao Zhao wasn't sure.

She pursed her lips, not daring to say anything more.

After eight laps, Daisy stretched and said, "Alright, that's enough. Time to go back."

The three best friends immediately became anxious: "Daisy, how can you just leave after winning? Let us win back what we lost!"

"Yes, you have a lot of influence with Brother Feilong, but it's tough for us. It's not easy for us to come out here."

Daisy frowned, then sighed, "Alright, alright, four more laps, the final round!"

The three of them immediately beamed with joy: "No problem! We'll definitely get it back this time!"

Daisy just chuckled and didn't reply.

The game resumed, but the air inexplicably became heavy.

Zhao Zhao felt increasingly uneasy, as if the atmosphere in the room was oppressive and suffocating.

She lowered her head and whispered to Daisy, "Daisy, I'll go make some tea. We can all have some hot tea to refresh ourselves."

Daisy nodded slightly, secretly praising Zhicheng's girlfriend: she's so sensible, she understands things so quickly.

But when Zhao Zhao turned around and pushed the door, it didn't budge.

She looked down and her heart skipped a beat. The door was locked from the outside, with a thick iron chain wrapped around it several times, clanging loudly.

"Oh no, we've fallen for their trap!"

She turned around abruptly to look at the card table, and when she stared at her three best friends, she was shocked to find that they were exchanging glances frequently while Daisy wasn't paying attention, their movements so subtle it was as if they were sending signals.

"There's a problem!"

Zhao Zhao hurried toward the back door, still clinging to a sliver of hope.

But when they arrived, they found that the back door was also locked tightly with chains, not even a crack.

Her palms were sweating, and she quickly pulled out her phone to call Wang Zhicheng: "Zheng, something's happened!"

"Daisy and I are trapped in this mahjong parlor in Yuen Long!"

"Both the front and back doors are locked!"

"I suspect—someone's after Daisy!"

Wang Zhicheng had already told her about his schedule, so Zhao Zhao's first reaction was to look for him.

The voice on the other end of the phone was calm: "Don't panic, I'll be there right away."

"I'll follow my sister-in-law's arrangements."

"Stay close to her, Feilong and I are on our way."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhao felt a little more at ease.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and walked softly to Daisy's side, saying gently, "Daisy, we've been fighting for so long, let's go get some fresh air?"

Daisy looked up and smiled, slightly puzzled—didn't you say you were going to pour tea? Why did you come back empty-handed?

But when she saw Zhao Zhao secretly winking at her, she immediately understood.

She smiled and put down the cards: "My sister is the most considerate."

"I've been sitting for too long, I might as well go to the restroom."

Zhao Zhao naturally took her arm: "I'll go with you."

The three best friends originally wanted to join in, but after looking at each other, they sat down again.

He said he was taking a break, but his eyes were fixed on the direction of the toilet, without blinking.

While washing her hands, Daisy asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Zhao leaned close to her ear, her voice almost inaudible: "The doors—are all locked from the outside."

"Two iron chains as thick as an arm, bound tightly."

Daisy's expression changed drastically, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Who paid these three bitches to dare to use such tricks?"

"Once I get out, I won't let a single one of them get away with it."

Zhao Zhao thought she was just saying it out of anger, so she quickly whispered, "I've already notified A-Cheng, and he said he and Brother Fei-Long are on their way here."

"Let me do whatever you say."

Daisy nodded, her tone becoming calmer: "Okay, then remember—follow me."

"We need to strike first."

Zhao Zhao's eyes widened: "Make a move?"

She couldn't help but look the woman in front of her up and down—she was dressed in designer clothes, her watch was shiny, and her figure was so exquisite that it was hard to look away.

This woman, who exudes such an air of nobility, is now saying she wants to personally take to the battlefield and fight with knives?

Who has ever seen someone wearing a $200,000 watch go around attacking others?

Daisy abruptly ripped off a corner of her shirt, quickly wrapped it around her hand, and then slammed her fist into the glass cabinet.

"Splash!"

The tempered glass containing the fire axe shattered instantly.

She pulled out two axes and tossed one to Zhao Zhao: "Catch this, come with me to deal with those bastards!"

Zhao Zhao looked down at the heavy axe handle in her hand, then looked up at Daisy: "Sister-in-law—are you really going to do it?"

Daisy's smile had long since vanished, her eyes now as cold as ice: "We've been set up."

"Waiting for reinforcements is the right thing to do."

"But if you always expect others to save you, you should have died a hundred times over in your life."

Hissing Zhao Zhao gasped.

Although she was a member of the Hung Hing triad, she had never actually handled anything involving knives or guns.

Not to mention using an axe to chop people up.

But Daisy, standing before her, gave her a jolt.

It's not because there's going to be fighting and killing.

Instead, this woman was dressed in a haute couture suit and wore a gold watch worth 200,000 yuan, looking every bit the pampered lady.

Now she's actually grabbing an axe and going to fight to the death without batting an eye? Daisy, axe in hand, charged towards her three "good sisters" without a word!

She really had the heart to do it!

"You eat and drink my food, and then dare to stab me in the back? Do you even deserve to!"

The three men were terrified on the spot, covering their heads and running away in panic, yelling, "We were forced into it!"

"Hua Fu threatened us with our lives; if we didn't obey, we'd die!"

"Daisy, you should hide first, just in case something happens—"

Zhao Zhao stared in disbelief.

How did these three faces come about?

How can someone be so righteous and self-righteous about breaking their promise?

She roared, "Sister-in-law! We can't let them stay!"

Before she finished speaking, Daisy's axe had already slammed into one person's shoulder, and another person was swept in the thigh, screaming as he fell to the ground.

Just as the third person was about to beg for mercy, a kick came flying and knocked him unconscious.

The three men lay sprawled on the ground, covered in blood, too afraid to move.

Zhao Zhao looked at Daisy with the eyes of someone who was a god: "Sister-in-law, you're too cruel."

"I've never seen a rich lady wearing a gold watch and designer clothes fight over an axe."

Daisy was speechless for a moment.

This sounds like a compliment, but it also sounds like a barb.

But one look into Zhao Zhao's bright eyes told her that it was genuine admiration.

Indeed, Zhao Zhao grew up on the streets, and for her, daring to fight and risk her life was her greatest skill.

Daisy pulled her quickly into the bathroom, washed the blood off her hands, and lit a cigarette: "Who the hell wanted to do this?"

"—It's been so many years since I've personally taken to the field."

Zhao Zhao knew she was telling the truth.

As a woman of the Flying Dragons, Daisy's name was already legendary in Hung Hing.

Hung Hing has two very capable and powerful women.

One is Thirteen Sister, the head of the Po Lan Street gang, and the other is Daisy.

In terms of status, the latter is even superior.

Thirteen Sister's flamboyant style made men frown, but women adored her. Daisy, on the other hand, was different. She had delicate features, a mature temperament, and a graceful figure. Just standing there, she was the perfect image in every man's heart.

Women are jealous when they see it, and men are attracted to it.

But she is more than just a "beauty".

She is the role model for all young delinquents.

From a lowly thug to becoming a gang leader's woman, and finally leaving the underworld to live a respectable life—her path is the dream come true for countless girls.

Back when Feilong was still around, fighting and killing people was commonplace.

But now, Daisy's face showed no trace of pride.

She stubbed out her cigarette and lowered her voice: "Zhaozhao, we have to hide well."

"These bastards have trapped us here, but Hua Fu's men will be here soon."

"No matter how good we are at fighting, we are still women after all."

Zhao Zhao retorted, "Sister-in-law, you're better than many men."

Daisy gave a bitter smile, her eyes suddenly turning cold: "There are some things that men can afford to lose, but women can't."

Zhao Zhao was taken aback.

Daisy's voice was as soft as the wind, yet every word pierced the heart: "If a man loses, at worst he just loses his life."

"If a woman falls from grace—" she paused, "the kind of ending where even death is a relief."

Zhao Zhao trembled all over, and her face turned pale instantly.

She finally understood.

Men and women have never been the same.

Men risk their lives, while women gamble with their dignity and their entire lives.

At that moment, fear truly crept into her heart for the first time.

She gripped the axe tightly, her voice trembling slightly: "Sister-in-law—what should we do now?"

Daisy chuckled and exhaled a smoke ring: "Either we hope someone comes to rescue us."

"Either be quick and decisive when you get caught—"

Zhao Zhao couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Are your movements swift?"

Daisy's tone was as calm as if she were talking about the weather: "Just die!"

"Suicide?" Zhao Zhao's chest tightened suddenly, her voice trembling.

She doesn't want to die.

I really don't want to.

It felt like something was gripping her heart tightly, the pain making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

At that moment, she suddenly felt nauseous at the rebellious and exciting life of the martial arts world that she had once fantasized about.

She's only twenty years old; her life is just beginning.

She had just married her well-off fiancé and lived in a luxurious neighborhood halfway up the mountain that she had never dared to look at as a child.

Her wardrobe was filled with designer clothes that she used to only admire from behind shop windows, and she wore jewelry on her wrist that she never even dared to dream of.

She can't die.

We must not allow ourselves to fall into the hands of those beasts and be insulted by them.

She was breathing heavily, her face as pale as paper, her eyes filled with terror.

Daisy glanced at her, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes.

Thinking back to my youth, I was just as naive and reckless, knowing nothing and only thinking that being cool was enough.

But the world will never be kind to you just because you are ignorant.

What goes around comes around.

Daisy had long since resigned herself to her fate, but she never expected to escape this time by sheer luck.

She always felt that every time she survived, it was just good luck.

It's a pity about this little girl.

Beautiful, clean, she should have had a wonderful life.

Daisy gently shook her head.

You have to walk your own path; you can't blame anyone else.

She sighed.

She had experienced the fear of that year, and it wasn't until Feilong retired from the criminal world that she finally had a few peaceful nights' sleep.

But now I realize that it's not so easy to completely extricate myself. Once you step into the world of gangsters, you can never get out.

Zhao Zhao was scared, but she knew better than anyone that Daisy was even more scared.

She couldn't bear to part with Feilong, she couldn't bear to part with her son, and she wanted to live a good life and continue living the kind of life where she didn't have to worry about her family.

She gripped the fire axe tightly, forcing herself to calm down.

Fear is useless; what can save a life is the weapon in your hand.

To her surprise, Zhao Zhao also suppressed her fear, picked up the axe, and stood beside her.

Daisy asked, "Aren't you scared?"

Zhao Zhao nodded vigorously: "I'm scared!"

"But I'm more afraid of dying, and even more afraid of being violated."

Daisy's lips curled into a slight smile: "Then let's fight our way out."

On the other side, Hua Fu led Tang Wenjun and Ma Wang straight to the mahjong parlor.

"Wenjun, let's get this straight first."

"I'll help you catch the dragon and help you rise to the top."

"But the money in Feilong's hands belongs to me."

The refined and scholarly Tang Wenjun smiled slightly: "Of course, I never break my promise."

"You've seen our sincerity."

You are the head of the Tung Sing triad, and I am the young leader of Hung Hing; we have no grudges against each other.

Wenjun really went to great lengths to win over Hua Fu.

He invested half of Tang Bao's family fortune, and he did it secretly without his father's knowledge.

But he didn't feel sorry for him at all.

This is just an initial investment.

If the plan succeeds and the dragon is captured, the returns will be at least ten times or a hundred times greater.

Just thinking about that day fills him with excitement.

He's been targeting Feilong for quite some time now.

His father is Tang Bao, the current head of the Yuen Long branch of Hung Hing Group. He was also Fei Long's sworn brother. The two fought side by side, risked their lives, and endured the same hardships.

But what was the outcome?

Look at Fei Long—he cleaned up his identity long ago, moved in and out of high society circles, and talked about big business deals starting at millions. He associates with powerful and influential people. He is already a legitimate business figure and a prominent figure in Hong Kong.

Even the lowest-ranking members of Hung Hing regarded him as an idol and a goal to strive for.

And what about his father, Tang Bao? In comparison, he was like a conservative old-fashioned relic, utterly lacking in ambition.

Wenjun couldn't swallow this insult.

In his eyes, everything Feilong possessed should have belonged to his father.

What is a little brother up to, daring to start his own business behind his boss's back?

Every time he brought it up, Tang Bao would berate him.

He felt frustrated, angry, and itching to retaliate.

Since the father doesn't want it, then the son shouldn't blame himself for doing it.

If you don't provide soldiers, that's fine, I can lend them to you.

Horse King is his man.

Hua Fu was a knife he had borrowed from outside.

Hua Fu looked at Wen Jun and shook his head: "Tang Bao is at least a man, but he's too stubborn."

"He knows you're using Feilong's wife to set him up, so he definitely won't agree."

Wenjun sneered: "My father is senile and very stubborn."

"They have obvious weaknesses but don't exploit them, instead they talk about benevolence and morality."

"How could someone like that possibly defeat a flying dragon?"

Hua Fu laughed loudly: "Well said!"

"A true hero is one who is ruthless and cruel."

"Unfortunately, your father never understood this point in his entire life."

"But it's okay, it's enough that you understand."

Wenjun spoke slowly and deliberately: "We need to make things clear today—Daisie, Feilong's wife, belongs to me."

"As for how to get Feilong to obediently hand over the money, I'll take care of that."

Hua Fu was skeptical: "Just one woman? She can make Feilong bow down?"

Wen Jun smiled slightly, his expression resolute.

"Brothers are like hands and feet, women are like clothes; this is how we, the people of the martial world, should be."

"I'm afraid no one would believe it if I told you," but the dragon did the exact opposite.

"He values ​​his family more than his own life; he doesn't seem like someone who's involved in the underworld at all."

Hua Fu scoffed, "This kind of person has become someone we admire."

Wen Jun's gaze turned cold, and his tone was chilling: "That's wrong."

Today, we must correct this mistake.

Hua Fu nodded seriously: "That's right!"

Wenjun suddenly lowered his voice: "Daisy must be handed over to me, but you must remember that nothing can happen to her."

"At the very least, before Feilong pays, you are not allowed to touch a single hair on her head."

"Otherwise, we'll have no bargaining chips left."

Hua Fu waved his hand dismissively, "Isn't the point of working to make money? I'm not crazy, why would I throw money away just to vent my anger?"

"I'll act in any movie as long as I can make money."

"Take him away!"

Wen Jun chuckled twice: "It's a pleasure working with you."

The two looked at each other and laughed, their laughter echoing in the room.

But in that instant, a dark, lustful glint flashed in Tang Wenjun's eyes, completely at odds with his gentle and refined appearance.

Daisy is mine after all.

To outsiders, Tang Wenjun is a role model of youthful promise.

This is mostly because his appearance is too deceptive.

He was polite and well-mannered, speaking with propriety, like a well-educated gentleman.

But actually?

They committed murder and robbery, and were utterly wicked.

He was a student who had studied abroad; his father, Tang Bao, had sent him off Hong Kong Island to study in New York City at a young age. Seeing Fei Long walk the righteous path, Tang Bao naturally didn't want his son to repeat his own bloody mistakes. Though he claimed to be a leader of the Hung Hing Yuen Long branch, in reality, he was nothing more than a ruthless thug.

Limited by his limited perspective and background, Tang Bao was unable to retire from his criminal activities and change his ways like Fei Long.

So he pinned all his hopes on Wenjun—at least he wouldn't be that short, scrawny nobody anymore.

Who would have thought that Wenjun, who was restrained even under his father's nose, would become like a wild horse once he was away from Tang Bao, acting recklessly and wantonly.

He was proficient in all sorts of vices, including eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring.

He was forced to flee back to Hong Kong Island to hide after he accidentally killed someone—a black thug was cracked open by him.

He sneaked back.

It has to be said that Wenjun's appearance is incredibly deceptive.

As a returned overseas student, unless he says it, who would guess that he has blood on his hands?

There's a specific term for such people: "a beast in human clothing."

As long as he keeps quiet, no one can see through the filth in his bones.

But deep in his heart lay a secret he dared not utter aloud—he wanted Daisy.

From the moment he first saw her, he was completely captivated.

Her mature and charming demeanor, alluring figure, and dazzlingly full breasts were all etched in his mind.

He couldn't wait to possess her immediately.

Wenjun knew that this obsession had nothing to do with love.

Ah!

Bullshit love.

This is nothing but naked possessiveness, an uncontrollable animalistic urge!

All he wanted was to pin her down, torture her mercilessly, and watch her tremble and beg beneath him.

He would never admit that jealousy and resentment towards Feilong were mixed in with this!

His father, Tang Bao, was the head of the Yuen Long gang, so why is it Fei Long who now enjoys a peaceful home and a successful career?

What is a flying dragon?

He was just one of my dad's underlings back then!

Why should even my father have to defer to him now?

Even that nobody next to him named Wang Zhicheng, my dad has to be humble and subservient to him?

Why should I?!

Wenjun knew that Tang Bao had never bowed his head to anyone in his life.

How could he lower himself to beg a junior for his own sake?!

Seeing his father's humiliated and troubled expression that day, he almost flew into a rage on the spot.

Where did Tang Bao, who was once unyielding and indomitable, go?

No!

At that moment, Wenjun vowed in his heart that no matter what, he would climb up and take his revenge.

Let's start with Daisy!

"Wait till I film her crying and screaming beneath me, then let's see how you, Feilong, will ever face anyone again!"

"Everything starts now."

Zhao Zhao held her breath and nervously looked towards the door.

The shouts and noises coming from outside the mahjong room reached her ears without missing a single word.

Zhao Zhao gripped the fire axe tightly, her knuckles turning white, and even her voice trembled slightly.

"Daisy—what should we do now?"

Daisy's tone was calm and composed, like a still pond: "Didn't you just finish a phone call?"

Zhao Zhao nodded vigorously: "Yes, I received it."

"Zhicheng said someone would come to rescue us."

She paused, then chuckled softly, "The fact that Brother Feilong can't personally intervene just proves—that things are already under control, doesn't it?"

"We just need to wait."

"Ah Cheng never disappoints."

"He is steady in his work and meticulous in his thinking."

"What a good policeman."

Zhao Zhao's eyes widened suddenly: "Daisy, you know he's a policeman?"

His tone was full of panic.

Daisy gently shook her head, her eyes warm: "Don't be nervous."

Zhicheng is capable, and Feilong respects him.

"We're not doing anything bad, what are we afraid of the cops for?"

"A person with nothing to hide won't feel guilty even when they see a police uniform."

"It's a pity that, precisely because he's a policeman, he's destined not to stay long."

"Otherwise, Feilong would have wanted to make him his successor long ago."

Zhao Zhao was stunned.

"But why didn't Zhicheng come to save us himself?" she couldn't help but ask.

Daisy took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and said calmly, "Because he doesn't want the dragon to be stained with blood again."

"Feilong is now a respectable businessman, and he associates with respectable people."

"Which member of parliament, business owner, or celebrity would want to do business with a thug who's always ready to attack with a knife?"

"Once we take action, our reputation will be ruined."

"What they want is stability, not personal grudges."

"Therefore, neither Feilong nor Zhicheng can show their faces."

"Whoever makes the first move is handing the knife to the other side."

Zhao Zhao seemed to understand but not quite: "Then... are we really safe?"

Daisy smiled and said, "I trust Cheng."

Zhao Zhao was stunned.

Daisy looked at her and couldn't help but sigh, "Silly girl, can't you see?"

"Zhicheng must have already persuaded Feilong, otherwise why would Feilong agree to his arrangement?"

Zhao Zhao exclaimed in disbelief, "Ah Cheng—is he really that amazing?"

Daisy smiled slightly, said nothing, but her eyes were full of certainty.

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