Chapter 331

Zhang Ziqiang sat casually on the sofa:

"Your son is a cash cow in our eyes. As long as we get the money, we will release him obediently. But you didn't call the police, did you?"

Zhang Ziqiang asked tentatively, full of vigilance.

Wei Jiacheng smiled: "If I wanted to call the police, wouldn't yesterday have been a great opportunity? Besides, my son is in your hands, and you have a bomb strapped to you; you could take us all down at any time."

Wei Jiacheng paused: "Is there a better way for me to act? Besides, my family is all here."

Zhang Ziqiang saw that Wei Jiacheng's words were watertight and was quite confident. He had robbed many rich people; he sought both money and fame, and he wouldn't reveal his true face openly.

He wanted fame in Hong Kong; he wanted everyone to know his title as the "King of Thieves."

Zhang Ziqiang didn't waste words:

"Tonight I will notify our brother to go and pick up the money. You'd better not play any tricks."

"If we find anyone following us, you'll bear the consequences!"

Zhang Ziqiang was a vicious wolf after all, baring his fangs and looking fiercely at Wei Jiacheng.

Wei Jiacheng sighed and put down his bowl and chopsticks:

"Don't worry, not a cent will be missing."

But inside, he was sneering. This money... you have to be alive to spend it, I'm afraid you won't live to spend it.

……

Night, 12:30 AM.

The streets were empty. This wasn't a city that never sleeps; bars and KTVs were pitifully few.

Vehicles and pedestrians had disappeared, and occasionally a drunkard wandered by the roadside, but they quickly vanished into the street corners.

This was also a location Zhang Ziqiang had scouted in advance; if he encountered pursuit or suspicious personnel, he could discover them immediately.

It must be said that as a King of Thieves, he had the necessary caution; otherwise, he wouldn't have succeeded so many times.

A Red Flag car stopped at the entrance of the newspaper office. Soon, a man dressed as a butler got out of the car, carrying a snake-skin bag.

This person was from the Wei family. He didn't look around; he just threw the snake-skin bag there and got back into the car to leave.

The whole process was clean and efficient. After dropping the bag, he drove away without even looking back.

Zhang Sun, who was in the shadows, saw the Red Flag car leave his field of vision before he put on a mask and rode his motorcycle over.

The fewer people involved in picking up the money, the better; the fewer targets, the less likely they were to be spotted.

Zhang Sun was very vigilant after getting the money. After riding around two or three times and finding nothing unusual, he returned to the apartment in Yau Ma Tei.

But little did he know their movements had long been exposed, so they didn't make any moves to startle the snake.

After Zhang Sun returned, his subordinate Wei Dagou hurried over, throwing down his cigarette butt. They had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Big Brother, you're back. Let me carry it for you."

Wei Dagou stared fixedly at the snake-skin bag in Zhang Sun's hand, not blinking. Just as he was about to take it, Zhang Sun slapped his hand away.

"Don't be so curious. Don't forget Hao Ge's people are inside."

Wei Dagou nodded and bowed, his heart itching:

"At least let me see the goods. This snake-skin bag has at least a hundred million."

Zhang Sun ignored Wei Dagou and walked inside with big strides.

Soon, Zhang Sun attracted the attention of Bat-Rat and the others.

Bat-Rat's face was pleasantly surprised. He quickly stood up, saw the money in Zhang Sun's hand, and couldn't suppress the heat in his heart, walking forward.

At the same time, he was vigilant. Although the two groups were cooperating, it was their first contact; who could guarantee there wouldn't be a double-cross?

Bat-Rat stared at Zhang Sun, afraid he would make any untoward moves.

Zhang Sun saw his vigilance and didn't care at all. He actually had no interest in the money and just threw the snake-skin bag on the table.

"I can't verify Hong Kong money. You're a local; you check it to see if it's non-sequential."

After speaking, Zhang Sun lay on the sofa, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

"And when I went to pick up the money, I didn't find anything unusual. It seems your Hong Kong businessmen really value integrity."

Bat-Rat couldn't wait any longer. He took out a small knife and cut open the snake-skin bag, revealing stacks of banknotes already tied with string.

A stack of money was 100,000. He quickly untied the string and started counting.

"Sure enough, they are all non-sequential old banknotes."

Even if these "453" old banknotes flowed into the market, they weren't worried about the police tracing the source; the amount was simply too huge.

Bat-Rat didn't care about his image either, jumping around like a monkey.

"We're rich! A full three hundred million! Hao Ge really got it."

"I can't wait to go to a bar and book the whole place, then get a few women."

Bat-Rat looked at the banknotes and kissed them fiercely.

Zhu Yucheng's face also had a flush; he was clearly extremely excited. After carefully flipping through them, he started counting the amount.

"The amount is correct, and there's an extra thirty-eight million."

"Wei Jiacheng is worthy of being Hong Kong's richest man. Three hundred million was taken out so quickly. Hao Ge is worthy of the title of a great rich man."

Both of them were excited; this money was enough for them to live without worry for the rest of their lives.

Bat-Rat was eager to go out and have fun, if not for the fact that the full amount hadn't been received yet.

And this money, piled together like a small hill, gave a visual shock, making them want to have a "scattering of flowers" moment.

Thinking that there were two more remittances to come, their hearts were pounding.

Zhang Sun's subordinate, Shapi, looked at the money and said excitedly:

"Big Brother, this is much more profitable than robbing banks in the mainland."

"To rob a bank, we have to risk a hail of bullets, and we can only get a few tens of millions at most. Robbing these Hong Kong rich men has no danger at all, and we're rich."

No one was more excited than them. Even if they could split tens of millions in the future, they suddenly had the idea of robbing Hong Kong's rich; this was a cash cow.

Zhang Sun saw the money and smiled:

"Then after finishing this one, should we try another?"

They now had ideas about kidnapping. For Zhang Sun, robbery was like climbing a mountain; they wanted to climb one mountain after another that seemed difficult to scale.

Compared to the money robbed, he enjoyed the process more. He wanted to toy with the police; he was a complete madman.

Wei Dagou smiled:

"Of course, since we've already robbed the richest man, we'll rob the second richest."

Wei Dagou laughed, ready to act.

Bat-Rat on the side interjected:

"Are you trying to steal our business? Let's say it beforehand: the second richest man is also reserved by us."

The group was in a great mood. The money was in hand; in three days, they had an income of one billion. Even if they worked themselves to death, they wouldn't get this much.

They were all robbers; it was just that robbing the rich was faster.

Zhang Sun squinted and asked Bat-Rat:

"Actually, I'm curious why you never cover your faces when robbing, including Hao Ge walking openly into Wei Jiacheng's villa. Aren't you afraid of retaliation?"

In terms of public security in the mainland, if they showed their faces, they would definitely become wanted targets, and they would be caught even if they fled to the ends of the earth.

But Hong Kong seemed to have no such rules. Even when Zhang Ziqiang entered the Wei villa or held hostages, he didn't mean to cover his face at all, as if he didn't mind people seeing his true appearance.

Bat-Rat smiled:

"Hao Ge is the number one King of Thieves in Hong Kong. How could we cover our faces when doing things? This is an opportunity to bring us fame."

"Besides, according to Hong Kong law, as long as Wei Jiacheng doesn't sue, the police have no chance to intervene. This is the rule of the 'ghosts' (foreigners)."

"And this money is enough for us to hire countless high-level lawyers to defend us for an acquittal."

Previously, Zhang Ziqiang robbed Rolexes and hijacked 8 million Hong Kong dollars. Even though the police knew it was Zhang Ziqiang, after he was caught, he was defended by high-level lawyers.

He was released due to insufficient evidence, and Zhang Ziqiang took the opportunity to bite back at the police, making them pay over a million. It was because of this incident that Zhang Ziqiang became more unscrupulous; this was one of the loopholes in Hong Kong law.

Zhu Yucheng smiled and said with a hint of irony:

"The richer people are, the more afraid of death they are. They probably think our lives are very lowly."

"But everyone has a chance to turn things around; it just depends on whether you can seize the opportunity."

— Author's Notes —

PS: New book setting sail, begging the masters to cast some flowers, evaluation tickets, and monthly tickets! ... Three.