Let's start with the Nie family's old villa.
This is an old villa built by the British in the 1940s, a genuine English castle building. In the front yard there is a very large, square fountain with white marble faucets on both sides, but it has been in disrepair for many years and the faucets no longer spray water.
The pool was also covered with green algae, making it look lifeless.
The greenery in the yard was so overgrown and unnaturally dense that it looked eerie at first glance.
An elderly man with sparse white hair, wearing a blue suit, stood beside the white marble Roman column at the front gate. Beside him were two young men of the same height, with the same pale skin and the same thin build, and even their suits were similar in style.
But one of the young men was in a wheelchair, while the other stood with his hands in his pockets.
Both men had faces that were both melancholic yet handsome and noble, and their expressions were exactly the same, as if they were twins.
Behind them, under the eaves, stood two rows of burly men in black suits and sunglasses, bodyguards, each carrying a baton and wearing steel rings on their fingers, fiddling with them.
The three people standing in front were, of course, Nie Zhao and his son.
But the person in the wheelchair has changed; it's now Nie Yao, while Nie Zhao and his father are standing.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the sky was overcast. Nie Rong leaned on his cane and stared into the distance in silence until the sound of a walkie-talkie came from beside him. Song Yuanchao limped over and asked, "They really came?"
“We’ve already seen the Taiwanese people on the roof. There are 12 of them in total, wearing hiking gear and all with their faces covered. Someone is even filming them. Judging from their tone, they’re using the excuse of getting lost while hiking,” Song Yuanchao said, rubbing his aching back.
Nie Rong glanced at his youngest son, who stood behind a marble pillar with his hands in his pockets and no expression, and felt embarrassed again.
Just last night, Yu Zhengrong was officially declared to be in a vegetative state by the hospital. Tomorrow, under pressure from the public and reporters, the Hong Kong Police Department will release details of the case. After that, Chief Inspector Yu Zhengrong will officially enter a three-way trial involving the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), and the Hong Kong Prosecutor's Office. In other words, he has no chance of overturning the case.
Yu Heng himself was certainly not clean either, but he was luckier than his son because he buried all his dirty deeds.
But he watched helplessly as Song Yuanchao lifted his son up and shot him dead. How could he not hate him?
Today is the last day that Yu Sir's true colors will not be revealed. Nie Zhao is certain that Yu Heng will instigate and incite a group of police officers who love Yu Sir to kidnap Nie Yao under the pretext of "accidental intrusion" in order to turn the tables.
Nie Rong didn't really believe it at first. In his impression, Yu Heng was a fool and not very smart. But embarrassingly, Nie Zhao was right again. Yu Heng did indeed incite a group of police officers to break into the villa in broad daylight to snatch people.
Once Nie Yaozhen was taken away... Nie Rong turned his head to look at his second son. His second son, whom he had not seen for three whole months, looked so haggard and pale after being imprisoned for three months. He closed his eyes and didn't even want to look at his father, Nie Rong.
But once he's taken away by the police, he'll probably expose everything about the Nie family.
At that point, whether Yu Zhengrong would be convicted was no longer important; Nie Zhao and his son, however, would have to go to court for murder and embezzlement.
...
Meanwhile, the group of officers had already passed the first fence and were quietly slipping down the back mountain.
They didn't bring any real weapons, only hiking poles and water bottles—the essentials for mountaineering.
But their canteens were all specially made military canteens, used to hit people on the head, one hit would cause a concussion.
Their trekking poles were all military-grade, with weapons at the ends.
Although they were not Yu Zhengrong's confidants, they were the beneficiaries of Yu Sir's regime.
Whether it's various ports or triads, they all have to pay protection money to them. Inspector Yu has always turned a blind eye to such things, but what if it were a different officer? If they had an honest and upright officer, how would they make money?
There isn't much justice in the world; there's only the entanglement of interests.
They weren't carrying any weapons; they just got lost while climbing the mountain and wandered in recklessly. If they accidentally injured anyone here, then sorry, they'll have to pay for medical expenses.
Anyway, they've made a fortune following Yu Zhengrong and the others these past few years, so losing a little money is nothing.
As long as they can get Nie Yao out of jail and suppress the news of Yu Zhengrong's conviction tomorrow, their money will have been well spent.
Of course, at that time they thought there were at most three or four bodyguards in the villa.
A police officer with a limp was walking at the very back when someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder: "Hey buddy, what happened to your limp? Did you beat up that mainland guy?"
It was a woman's voice. The officer didn't remember any women among the people who came today, but he might be mistaken. He turned around and saw that the policewoman had a great figure. He said, "That mainland guy was probably a soldier. A mainland soldier, you trashy pig. Damn, I wanted to kick his balls, but I didn't."
The policewoman nodded: "Exploding the eggs, good idea."
The officer with the limp accidentally injured his leg while trying to kick Song Yuanchao.
He seemed quite happy walking with a 'policewoman'. Since it was a downhill mountain forest, they had to slide down slowly. He even displayed his gentlemanly manners, saying to the 'policewoman', "Come on, Madan, let me help you!"
But the 'policewoman' reached out and ripped off his mask, then ripped off her own mask and smiled sweetly. Before the officer could react, she threw an uppercut that sent blood gushing from his nose.
The officer shouted, "You, you are..."
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