Chapter 375: A Night of Terror in Hong Kong

Jin Hai listened intently, and at the end, he slammed the table so hard that he didn't even notice his wine glass fall to the floor. "A brilliant plan! If this can really be done... we will be completely different from those gangs of the past."

Tie Lin chimed in from the side: "Big Brother, my physique isn't cut out for fighting and killing, but I can certainly handle the propaganda side of things later on. I still have much to learn from Brother Zhuzi!"

He Yuzhu took the opportunity to open the floodgates, detailing his concept for the film *Huo Yuanjia* to Tie Lin, and as he got into the spirit of it, he even hummed the theme song in a low voice.

Jin Hai and the others listened with rapt attention, the singing drifting through the dim light, causing these hardened men to fall silent for a moment.

"Public opinion must be guided, but one cannot be impatient." He Yuzhu stopped humming and said calmly, "Of course, one movie doesn't amount to much, but if we make many films that reflect how the foreigners bully the sons and daughters of Huaxia, the people on the island won't be afraid of your gangs anymore..."

Coming from a later age, he knew all too well—around the turn of the millennium, the screens were filled with dramas about the queue-wearing era. After watching them for so long, the common people really believed every emperor of the Great Qing was diligent and loved his people... If one said there was no one pushing this behind the scenes, who would believe it?

He Yuzhu emphasized these things out of a selfish motive as well. He hoped that in this lifetime, the people in this place would change for the better.

In his previous life, he had traveled to many parts of the world, never expecting that in the already-returned Hong Kong, the experience would be the worst.

If you asked for directions, passersby would avoid you like the plague.

Later, he realized: the newspapers had been rendering and magnifying isolated incidents day after day, and after hearing it so much, the less-informed public naturally viewed you as an enemy.

The effects of the alcohol had not yet worn off, but the restaurant had already closed.

The group had no choice but to disperse.

He Yuzhu returned to Zhang Shuying's place and told her about his plan to open a record company with Jin Hai.

Zhang Shuying's eyes brightened, then she looked at herself in the mirror, examining her reflection repeatedly: "Can I... really be a star?"

He Yuzhu laughed: "Be more confident. Others can't make money singing, but you can; isn't it just because you're beautiful?"

"You really know how to flatter people!" Zhang Shuying gave him a quick kiss, but was pulled into his arms by He Yuzhu and laid down on the bed.

He Yuzhu had only just fallen asleep when the telephone rang urgently.

Liu Rusi's anxious voice came through the receiver: "Come over quickly, a batch of our important supplies has been seized!"

He Yuzhu dared not delay; he quickly got up, got dressed, and headed out.

Zhang Shuying asked worriedly: "Is it Sister Liu? What is she looking for you for again?"

He Yuzhu said while tidying his clothes: "Something happened on her end, I have to go handle it. I might not be back for a day or two, you need to take care of yourself."

He hurried to Liu Rusi's residence, and as soon as he entered the living room, Liu Rusi stepped forward and grabbed his arm: "Ten crates of Penicillin have been seized by the Anti-Smuggling Squad!"

He Yuzhu pondered: "Should we have Lao Qian go find Chief Inspector Li to smooth things over?"

Liu Rusi shook her head: "I already tried, it's not under his jurisdiction."

"Then forget it, let's not bother with this shipment."

"That's a full one thousand vials of Penicillin!" Liu Rusi couldn't help but raise her voice, "Each vial has a market price of five hundred Hong Kong Dollars, adding up to five hundred thousand!"

He Yuzhu spread his hands: "Since they've seized it, it must be heavily guarded right now; even if I go, I won't be able to snatch it back!"

"Are we just going to let it go like this?" Liu Rusi asked, unwilling to give up.

He Yuzhu paused, then suddenly curled his lips: "Then we'll blow up the Anti-Smuggling Police Headquarters. And send them a letter—if they don't return the goods, every anti-smuggling policeman will die!"

"Are you crazy?" Liu Rusi looked at him in disbelief.

"Right now is the weakest time for the British. In Southeast Asia, Malaya is clamoring for Duli, and here, we've already had one Warship blown up, and the Police Department was bombed too. If the Anti-Smuggling Headquarters has an incident as well, do you think they'll cave in?" He Yuzhu asked with a smile.

"What if they concentrate their forces and fight us to the death?" Liu Rusi asked.

"I'm not afraid! Could they possibly scrape together 1,000 men to fight me to the finish?"

Liu Rusi was silent for a long time, finally gritting her teeth: "Fine, your method is risky... but it might actually work."

He Yuzhu turned and walked out: "I cannot let a grudge go overnight!"

Liu Rusi cursed behind him: "You little bastard... be careful!"

Following the location Liu Rusi gave him, He Yuzhu soon found the Water Police Headquarters in Kowloon Tsim Sha Tsui, where the main office of the anti-smuggling police was located.

Before him stood a five-story building with a considerable footprint and a courtyard enclosed by high walls in the back.

Because the Police Department had been bombed a few days prior, the security here was exceptionally tight, with over a dozen Police patrolling along the outer walls.

It was difficult to get close during the day, so He Yuzhu used a Telescope from a short distance away to observe the building structure, patrol patterns, and escape routes.

After memorizing the terrain, he turned and ducked into a nearby shop to purchase some supplies rarely seen in Si Jiu Cheng.

In the afternoon, he slipped into his space to rest, not emerging until after eight o'clock in the evening.

As the night deepened, most of the windows in the office building were pitch black, with only a few scattered windows still lit.

He Yuzhu climbed over the wall silently, but the moment he landed, a dark shadow lunged at him.

He Yuzhu crouched down, the Dagger in his hand stabbing directly upward.

"Awoo!" A miserable howl rang out; the poor German Shepherd had its belly ripped open.

He Yuzhu was splattered with dog blood, and just as he was about to stand up, two patrolling Police ran over, shouting: "Who's there?"

He Yuzhu had no intention of engaging them and threw two Flying Knives directly.

A flash of cold light, and the two Flying Knives were embedded in their throats respectively.

The two men looked at the dark shadow in front of them in disbelief, attempting to use their hands to pull the Daggers from their throats, only to find they had no strength left.

The guns in their hands clattered to the ground, and their bodies collapsed.

He Yuzhu collected their corpses into his space, then entered the building, placed High Explosive at several load-bearing points on the first floor, and retreated rapidly.

He walked to a high slope and pressed the button.

In an instant, the entire building collapsed with a boom. Bricks and stones shattered, dust billowed, and it instantly swallowed the fifty-meter space around it.

He Yuzhu left without looking back—he still had to rush to the next location.

He arrived at the British Military Armory on Admiralty Justice Road.

This was a typical complex of British-style buildings, responsible for ammunition research and storage.

Under the cover of night, he quietly patrolled the perimeter.

The wall was not high, but each of the four corners had a bunker about fifteen meters tall, overlooking the courtyard and able to see everything happening inside.

Once the Machine Gun inside opened fire, anyone who came would never leave.

These pillboxes must be blown up first.

He Yuzhu used the darkness and the shadows of the sparse lights in the distance to approach the four bunkers one by one.

The guards had been stationed here day after day and were long since exhausted and lax; no one noticed a black shadow sweeping past the corner of the wall.

He placed the four Explosive packs separately beside the bases of the pillboxes, then quickly retreated to a hillside three hundred meters away.

A finger pressed the remote control button.

Boom—!

The bunker in the Northeast corner cracked apart amidst a loud roar, and a section of the surrounding wall collapsed with it.