Chapter 332

After Zhu Yucheng finished speaking, his gaze turned to the dog cage behind him, where a naked man was looking at them in horror.

He was hugging his knees with both hands, scared out of his wits. It was Wei Jiacheng's son, Wei Zeju.

All his clothes had been stripped off; even his suit had been taken by Zhang Ziqiang. They were all trendy designer brands, and they were envious.

The Hong Kong dollars on him had also been taken away.

On one hand, it was to prevent him from escaping; on the other, it was to scare this rich young master.

And Bat-Rat, as if suddenly having a fit, came to the dog cage and suddenly barked:

"Woof, woof, woof, woof!"

Wei Zeju was startled, burying his head in his knees, his lips purple:

"We've given you the money, what else do you want? Don't kill me, whatever you want, my old man will give it to you."

"From now on, I won't even know you."

At this moment, Bat-Rat laughed heartily, threw the boxed lunch directly into the dog bowl, and smiled:

"Young Master, it's time to eat. I really love you now. Your old man is really a man of his word."

After speaking, Bat-Rat opened the dog cage and fiercely kissed Wei Zeju on the face, covering him in saliva.

This made Wei Zeju even more terrified, not even daring to wipe the saliva off his face, hiding in the corner of the dog cage, fearing these desperate criminals would make even more extreme moves.

Zhang Sun heard this and thought deeply. It seems Hong Kong is the place for them to show their skills. As long as the threat is in place, these rich people don't dare to file lawsuits against them.

"It seems what you said makes sense. There are fewer rules here than in the mainland."

"Rules? Those are just means for rich people to make money. We are just more ruthless than them. Why should they be rich for a lifetime?"

Bat-Rat just kicked the dog cage, making Wei Zeju tremble all over, then looked at Zhang Sun and smiled:

"Look, even if these rich young masters know our true faces, they will avoid us like mice seeing a cat in the future."

"I don't have to worry about their retaliation at all."

After speaking, Bat-Rat deliberately came in front of Wei Zeju: "Do you know me?"

Wei Zeju shook his head like a rattle.

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

Zhang Sun smiled:

"It seems your Hong Kong is more interesting than our mainland."

Originally in the mainland, his face was not allowed to be seen by anyone, otherwise it would bring all kinds of trouble.

Instead, in Hong Kong, these robbers were quite arrogant, taking the initiative to reveal their identities and provoking openly, which surprised him while also making him feel a bit excited.

It seems Hong Kong is truly a blessed land, more suitable for their development.

The mainland was too restrictive. If this job was done, he would have ideas about the second richest man.

At this time, Bat-Rat asked: "A-Cheng, is there any problem with the banknotes? Hao Ge is still waiting for our news in the villa."

Zhu Yucheng smiled: "No problem, they can all be spent. Hao Ge has really worked hard. If it were me, I wouldn't be negotiating in a rich man's house with a bomb strapped to me."

Bat-Rat laughed and scolded: "Otherwise, why can't you be the boss? Throw the phone over."

"Except for Hao Ge, who can be our boss?"

Zhu Yucheng smiled and threw the phone over, quite proud.

Bat-Rat took the phone and called:

"Hao Ge, the money has been received. Wei Jiacheng is very trustworthy; three hundred million, and there's an extra thirty-eight million."

Zhang Ziqiang in the villa heard this, and his anxious heart settled:

"There was nothing unusual when picking up the money, right?"

Bat-Rat looked at Zhang Sun and shook his head:

"No, we went around in circles; no one would find us."

"Qiang Ge, after all the money is in hand here, you don't have to work hard in the villa anymore."

Zhang Ziqiang laughed heartily: "That's right. You don't know, this guy Wei Jiacheng eats vegetables and small fish every day, four dishes and one soup."

"They say rich people eat delicacies, but I think it's nothing. My mouth has been bland for ages, and I don't dare to drink alcohol. It's pure torture."

"When all the money is in hand, we'll book a bar and celebrate properly."

Bat-Rat laughed: "Don't worry, Hao Ge, I've already planned it. I'll call a dozen beauties to accompany you properly."

However, Zhang Ziqiang was still worried and smiled:

"Remember to contact me every two hours later on. The closer to the end, the more careful we must be about their methods."

Bat-Rat felt that Zhang Ziqiang was too cautious.. 0

These people were dreaming, not knowing they had already been targeted in secret. Tomorrow would be their doomsday.

……

The next day at noon, in an inconspicuous room outside Wei Jiacheng's villa.

This place was a full ten kilometers away from the villa. Even if Zhang Ziqiang's counter-reconnaissance ability was strong, he wouldn't think that a bullet would accurately headshot him from here.

Wesley unhurriedly placed the black backpack in his hand in front of the window and began to assemble the sniper firearm. Although every step was slow, it was smooth and silky, looking like a pleasure.

When the scope was equipped, he attached the silencer and looked into the distance.

As his heartbeat continued, Wesley's heart rate reached 400 in an instant, and the surrounding objects seemed to stand still in his eyes.

Even the wings of a fly flapping were clearly visible, and he soon saw the target, Zhang Ziqiang, in the living room.

At this time, Zhang Ziqiang was already in the hall, sleepy, and was specially invited by Wei Jiacheng to be a guest in the hall.

Wei Jiacheng drank a cup of tea and said:

"I have already given you the money, and it will be complete in two days. Now, can I know if my son is safe?"

After Wei Jiacheng finished speaking, he scanned outside the window without leaving a trace; there was nothing unusual.

Zhang Ziqiang was not surprised by this reason, but looked at Wei Jiacheng with deep meaning:

"It seems Mr. Wei is a father after all, finally very concerned about his son's situation."

"But, you know, we underworld people are actually very particular about integrity. We only seek money, not lives. There is no need to kill your son."

"But he must suffer a little bit. Maybe he is currently locked in a dog cage, naked."

After speaking, Zhang Ziqiang played with the tie around his neck and smiled: "A tie costs 30,000 Hong Kong dollars. You're really rich, and this suit isn't cheap either."

Wei Jiacheng's face darkened: "I want to hear my son's voice."

Zhang Ziqiang shook his head:

"Mr. Wei, do you not trust me? Besides, it seems you weren't this anxious on the first day."

After speaking, Zhang Ziqiang squinted, trying to see if there was anything unusual about Wei Jiacheng, and snorted coldly:

"Besides, I'm just a lowly life. Once I die, bang!"

"Your family and you will be blown to ashes."

Wei Jiacheng's face changed instantly. Could it be that Zhang Ziqiang had noticed something unusual? He only knew that today he just needed to arrange for Zhang Ziqiang to be at the designated location.

"Mr. Zhang is joking. Besides, my son is in your hands, and three hundred million has been given. This request is not excessive, right?"

Zhang Ziqiang heard this, just suddenly stood up, looked out the window, and suddenly smiled:

"In broad daylight, I always feel the sun is blinding. You don't mind if I close the curtains, right?"

"I heard there is a Flying Tigers team in Hong Kong? Maybe they also serve rich people like you."

Wei Jiacheng's heart changed drastically. He knew that Zhang Ziqiang had deviated from the location after standing up. He took a deep breath; at this time, he could only gamble.

"Mr. Zhang is joking. I'm just a businessman."

Although Zhang Ziqiang didn't notice anything unusual about Wei Jiacheng, he just felt that this old fox had some tricks, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"I'm closing the curtains, you don't mind, right?"

Wei Jiacheng still underestimated Zhang Ziqiang's vigilance: "It doesn't matter. Could I even refuse?"

He felt helpless in his heart. It seems this matter is going to fail.

Zhang Ziqiang came to the window and saw that there was no sniper point at all around, and smiled:

"Rich people's homes are good. The villas are detached, and the surroundings are unobstructed."

Wei Jiacheng just said helplessly: "The fortune teller said I have a hard life, and whoever wants to be my neighbor will be cursed to death."

Zhang Ziqiang laughed heartily: "Then if there is a chance, I will definitely be Mr. Wei's neighbor."

Just as his voice fell, the moment he was about to close the curtains.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound rang out, then passed through the glass. The next second, a bullet hole appeared on Zhang Ziqiang's brow, and his exceptionally arrogant expression remained the same.

He only felt a sharp pain, and his eyes went black.