Now he's captured, like a fish on a chopping board, completely at their mercy.
He should have been angry. His anger stemmed from his time when he smuggled himself to Hong Kong at the age of eight, seeing the wealthy with their luxury cars and mansions while he could only help his father kill and scale fish. Over the years, anger has been his driving force and his invincible spirit. He trained himself and became stronger because of his anger, and step by step became a ruthless bandit.
But at that moment he suddenly stopped being angry; he even found it ridiculous.
He lay on the ground, laughing like he was having an epileptic seizure: "Heaven doesn't help me, it helps unscrupulous merchants. What can I do?"
Pointing at Chen Rou again, he chuckled, "You actually fooled me for so long. It was you, you woman, you canary kept in the cage of a wealthy family. How could you be like this? You're so strong, why did you always follow Mei Lu behind as a shadow, and then you even went to compete in Miss Hong Kong, only to be ridiculed by a bunch of lecherous men? You're so strong, why didn't you kill Nie Zhao and do it yourself? You're simply... How could you be Miss Chen Rou? Do you know that I was there when you competed in Miss Hong Kong!"
For Cheung Tze-keung, this was an extremely unique Christmas gift, and also a huge surprise or shock.
He was completely stunned, and at the same time, he felt sorry for Chen Rou.
Of course, even Leung Lee-sang could only say that he was possessed by a ghost, so when the answer was revealed, Cheung Tze-keung was also frightened. He had been like a groundhog, constantly screaming and dodging. Because Chen Yau, like Nie Yao, was a person who frequently appeared in the media, but she was just Mei Lu's shadow, a Miss Hong Kong contestant who had participated in the preliminary rounds.
She was just an ordinary person before, so how could she be now?
She was clearly Nie Zhao's legal wife, yet she caused a sensation in Hong Kong under the guise of being his bodyguard.
For so long, she has never clarified anything, nor has she revealed even the slightest bit of it outwardly.
A perfect scam that caused Cheung Tze-keung immense suffering.
He was defeated, but defeated by Chen Rou's cunning. She was too shrewd and too secretive.
She fooled all the people of Hong Kong, including Cheung Tze-keung.
Now, she grabbed his hair, forced him to turn around, and made him lie on the ground before handcuffing him.
He even slammed his head against the ground, yelling, "Behave yourself!"
Zhang Ziqiang still couldn't understand, and he lay on the deck sobbing, "How could it be you? Why did it have to be you?"
It's not enough to just handcuff this guy; we also need to tie the laces of his two shoes together and remove his belt. That way, he can't attack with his legs or feet, and even if he manages to pry open the handcuffs, he won't be able to escape.
This professional binding method left Cheung Tze-keung speechless.
When it comes to binding criminals, she's more professional than the Royal Hong Kong Police; her techniques are comparable to his.
How could it be her? Chen Rou? In Zhang Ziqiang's memory, she had just given birth not long ago.
If you think about it, the last time she fought with him, her son was only six months old and hadn't been weaned yet, right?
How ridiculous! He was once beaten to a pulp by a pregnant woman who was breastfeeding.
Could this be due to his lack of ability? No, Cheung Tze-keung felt that fate was unfair.
He felt that even God was blind, favoring unscrupulous capitalists like Nie Zhao.
He felt incredibly wronged, as if he had been wronged by fate.
Heaven and earth do not serve, treating all things as straw dogs; he was nothing more than a fool with bad luck.
...
Finally, Chen Rou was going to have a talk with this ruthless bandit who called himself a "dignified Chinese man".
She helped him sit up and sat down opposite him.
Looking him in the eyes, she spoke in Mandarin: "Do you feel you've been wronged?"
The morning glow had risen, illuminating her eyebrows and face. She didn't look much like the woman Zhang Ziqiang remembered, because he remembered her having willow-leaf eyebrows, but now she had two straight, sword-like eyebrows.
In his memory, her eyes were timid and confused, but now they were so firm.
Her eyes were as determined as if she were about to join the Party.
If none of this was enough to shock Zhang Ziqiang, then her standard Mandarin was like a thunderbolt, making his head buzz. He subconsciously blurted out, "Damn, Miss Chen, you can't be from the mainland, can you?"
But then he shook his head violently: "Impossible. In my memory, you were very young in Hong Kong. You can't be from the mainland."
Then he thought again and said, "Could it be that the original Chen Rou is already dead, and you are a spy from the mainland, an imposter, a spy sent by the mainland government to infiltrate and protect that rich man Nie Zhao?"
Chen Rou didn't want to talk to him about such meaningless things anymore. She still wanted to ask the same question: "Do you feel wronged?"
Well, this question successfully angered Cheung Tze-keung.
His anger was reignited, and he gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage: "Why can Nie Zhao have so much money? Why can he have servants and luxury cars and horses, and have servants at his beck and call? Why can't I?"
His Mandarin has a distinctive Guangxi accent.
He leaned closer to Chen Rou, as if he wanted to bite her: "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny? Why can Nie Zhao be a rich man, but I can't?"
Although he wasn't exactly a true "Chinese man," he didn't kill innocent civilians unless absolutely necessary. Last night, he killed one person, who was also Guo Xiaobai. Chen Rou had some respect for him and was willing to argue with him.
She said, "But Brother Qiang, the taxes that Mr. Nie pays to the Hong Kong government each year are enough to cover the salaries of police officers and municipal civil servants, and 70% of his profits come from international trade, making money from overseas. But what about you?"
Not only did Cheung Tze-keung not pay taxes, but the Hong Kong government also had to spend a large sum of tax money on him every year, since he would often carry a gun through the streets and damage municipal facilities, which all required money for repairs.
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