Chapter 514

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

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, and the suit Zhang Ziqiang had taken off him was full of trendy designer brands that made them jealous.

The Hong Kong dollars on his body had also been taken away.

On one hand, it was to prevent him from escaping, and on the other, it was to scare this young master of a wealthy family.

And Bat Mouse, as if he had suddenly gone mad, came to the front of the dog cage and suddenly barked:

"Woof, woof, woof, woof!"

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

"I've given you all 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 who you are."

At this moment, Bat Mouse laughed heartily, threw the boxed meal directly into the dog bowl, and laughed:

"Young Master, it's time to eat. I really love you to death right now; your old man is truly a man who keeps his word."

After speaking, Bat Mouse opened the dog cage and kissed Wei Zeju fiercely on the face, leaving it full of 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 that these desperate outlaws would make even more extreme moves.

Zhang Sun heard this and had a deep thought; it seemed that Hong Kong was actually the place for them to flex their muscles. As long as the threat was sufficient, these tycoons wouldn't dare to file a lawsuit against them.

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

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

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

"Look, even if these young masters of wealthy families 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 Mouse deliberately came in front of Wei Zeju: "Do you know me?"

Wei Zeju shook his head like a rattle.

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

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, these robbers in Hong Kong were quite arrogant, even taking the initiative to reveal their identities and provoking openly, which surprised him while also bringing a touch of excitement to his heart.

It seems Hong Kong is truly a land of good feng shui, more suitable for their development.

The mainland was instead too restrictive; if this job was done, he also had ideas about the second richest man.

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

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

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

"Except for Brother Hao, who else can be our boss?"

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

Bat Mouse took the phone and dialed:

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

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

"There was no abnormality when picking up the money, right?"

Bat Mouse glanced at Zhang Sun and shook his head:

"No, we circled around several times; no one would have discovered us."

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

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

"They all say the rich eat delicacies, but I see nothing at all. My mouth has long been bland, and I don't even dare to drink alcohol; it's pure torture."

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

Bat Mouse laughed: "Don't worry, Brother Hao, I've already planned it out; I'll call a dozen beauties to accompany you properly then."

However, Zhang Ziqiang was still worried and laughed:

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

Bat Mouse thought Zhang Ziqiang was being too cautious... 0

These people were dreaming, not knowing they had long 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 have thought that such a bullet would precisely blow his head off.

Leon placed the black backpack in his hand in front of the window without haste, then began to assemble the sniper firearm. Although every step was slow, it was smooth and silky, looking like a kind of enjoyment.

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

As his heartbeat continued to pulse, Leon's heart rate reached four hundred in an instant, and the surrounding objects seemed to be 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-eyed, having been specially invited by Wei Jiacheng to be a guest in the hall.

Wei Jiacheng took a sip of tea and said:

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

After Wei Jiacheng finished speaking, he swept a glance outside the window without leaving a trace; there was no abnormality.

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."

"However, you also know that we people in the underworld are actually very particular about credit; we only seek money, not lives. There is no need to kill your son."

"But he will definitely have to suffer a little bit; he might be locked in a dog cage naked right now."

After speaking, Zhang Ziqiang played with the tie on his neck and laughed: "A tie costs thirty thousand Hong Kong dollars; you're really rich. 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 narrowed his eyes, wanting to see Wei Jiacheng's abnormality, and snorted coldly:

"Besides, I only have a cheap 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 sensed 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 isn't excessive, right?"

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

"It's broad daylight, and I always feel the sunlight is blinding. You don't mind if I close the curtains, right?"

"I heard that Hong Kong has a Flying Tigers team? Maybe they also serve rich people like you."

Wei Jiacheng's heart changed drastically; he knew that Zhang Ziqiang standing up had already deviated from the location. 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 Wei Jiacheng's abnormality, he just felt that this old fox had some tricks, and there was always an indescribable feeling in his heart.

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

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

He felt helpless in his heart; it seemed this matter was going to fall through.

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

"Rich people's houses are good; the villas are all detached, and the surroundings are unobstructed."

Wei Jiacheng just said helplessly: "A fortune teller said before that my life is hard, and whoever becomes my neighbor will be cursed to death."

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

Just as his voice fell, at 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.