After the 911 was brought down to the pier, the Bentley reversed.

Sam locked the car doors and windows, turned off the lights and engine, and drew the curtains.

But a moment later, Nie Zhao reached out and pulled open the curtain on the side of the carriage facing the road, turned his head, and looked toward the road.

By this time, traffic on the road had become congested, with all kinds of large vehicles parked along the road, and some cars even driving against traffic and rushing through the green belt to make U-turns.

This is Hong Kong. Wherever there is fighting or gun battle, there will be passersby who suffer. Truck drivers dare to watch the excitement, while car drivers are frantically running for their lives. Some people are even calling paparazzi to tip them off.

After weaving through the chaotic traffic, a Toyota SUV was parked in the opposite lane. Sitting in the driver's seat of the SUV was Yu Zhengrong, who had just finished get off work, changed out of his police uniform, and was wearing a polo shirt.

He was holding binoculars in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, talking on the phone with his wife, Guo Xian.

Guo Xian complained softly on the phone: "Honey, Guang and Xu tied for first place in this exam. You promised to have dinner at the Victoria Hotel today. They were already very unhappy. You said you were going to come home, but you've been putting it off until now."

Yu Zhengrong said, "I'm really sorry, I encountered a car accident on the road, I have to see if I need to dispatch the police."

“You only think about work. Okay, I’ll tell the kids we’ll start eating now,” Guo Xian said with a smile.

Yu Zhengrong said, "Just leave me some food." She added, "Remember to keep an eye on them while they do their homework. Recently, Hexu has been buying pocket books and hiding them to read. If we don't keep an eye on them, the servants won't be able to keep an eye on him."

"Okay, don't get involved in trivial cases. Go home early," Guo Xian said softly.

Yu Zhengrong's voice was hoarse yet gentle: "I will."

Add one more thing: "Wife, I love you!"

Guo Xian, unaware of the situation her husband was facing, smiled and hung up the phone.

As Yu Zhengrong finished his call, he immediately turned off the phone. Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes were filled with confusion.

Now, things are as they are. Gui Tou Rong and the Nie family have clashed head-on with him earlier than he expected. Because he was cautious enough and didn't reveal any useful clues on the phone, he can still remain uninvolved, which is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

He can sit back and watch the tigers fight; it doesn't matter who wins or loses, which is something to be thankful for.

But the only source of worry was Nie Zhao.

Across the rolling traffic, they looked at each other from afar, and Yu Zhengrong felt a chill run down his spine.

Compared to that bastard Nie Yao, Nie Zhao was too smart, too calm, and knew exactly what he should do.

He was in the Bentley, with the lights off and the car locked, so no one could break in. He stood on the side of the road, staring at Yu Zhengrong, so Yu Zhengrong couldn't get out of the car or watch the battle at the port up close.

So even if he sacrificed Gui Tou Rong, he still wouldn't be able to figure out who was the most powerful among Nie Zhao's group.

However, Yu Zhengrong remained optimistic overall, because Gui Tou Rong and Qing Tou Bei, the uncle and nephew, were top-notch experts that even Master Er and Master Dong were afraid of. In this round, Yu Zhengrong conservatively estimated that the two of them could kill at least three of the Nie family's bodyguards.

That would greatly weaken Nie Zhao's combat power. He would be like a mantis unaware of the cicada's struggle, letting the mantis and cicada fight fiercely first, and then killing the queen.

...

The West District Wharf is a small wharf, but because it is contracted by the Nie family, it can be considered part of the Nie family's territory.

They were now at the easternmost part of the dock, where there was a row of five or six steps leading down, followed by a municipal green belt about two meters wide, and then a vacuum zone five meters high. Beyond the vacuum zone was a row of dock storage areas built along the coast, with rows of three-meter-high storage containers, densely packed together.

It's worth mentioning that a car accident has occurred in the Cross-Harbour Tunnel at this moment, causing a severe traffic jam.

What's even more noteworthy is that the car accident was actually deliberately staged by someone sent by CEO Wade.

Gui Tou Rong, who was pushed onto the roadbed, was even more bewildered than Xiang Tian Ge before his death.

He was just there to watch the excitement, and he only brought his nephew. He was lured into the trap after seeing 'Nie Zhao' on the way, thinking he could take advantage of the situation. He had already called his underlings to call for backup.

As a result, the people who came to his aid did not arrive, and he could not get through on the phone. The two vehicles sandwiched him, forcing him into a desperate situation.

Fortunately, he and his nephew were on the same side and practiced the same martial arts. Moreover, they were both highly skilled and daring. After exchanging a glance, Qing Tou Bei jumped out of the car window and dragged the dying Nie Yao out of the car, shouting, "If you don't back down, I'm going to kill someone! I have Nie Zhao here, do you hear me? It's Nie Zhao!"

A burst of bullets flew straight at Nie Yao. It was Song Yuanchao, who was running in the lead, but he didn't hit Qing Tou Bei. The other guy dodged and cursed as he yelled at Nie Yao, "Who the hell are you?"

Nie Yao stretched his neck and said, "I am Nie Yao, the president of Nie Corporation."

He pleaded again, "Quickly call the police for me, and help me contact Vice Chairman Liang Lisheng. I need to convene a board meeting."

He was using yesterday's old ticket, so he couldn't board today's passenger ship.

Green-headed Clam said, "Damn it, it's you! What happened to you, you little bastard?"

Once a sunny and healthy CEO of the Nie Group, the dream lover of countless young girls, he is now thin, weak, and filled with anxiety.

At the same time, Song Yuanchao, who was moving quickly, saw a flower bed in front of him and was about to jump when he felt a gust of wind at his feet. Instinctively, he dodged, but a sharp dagger had already slashed across his calf. He endured the excruciating pain and turned around. He saw a floral shirt floating in the corner of the flower bed. A burst of bullets flew over and the floral shirt flew away.

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