He then pointed to another Pajero: "Go on, your mission is over, you can go home now."
"Vice Chairman Liang, where are you going?" Song Yuanchao asked hurriedly.
By this time, Nie Zhao had already helped Chen Rou out of the car. Liang Lisheng opened the car door, got into the dilapidated car that didn't even have a windshield, nodded to Nie Zhao, and sped off towards the dock.
If you ask him where he went, the answer is obviously to sell the stolen goods.
This Pajero will be compressed into a small piece of iron and completely scrapped.
The Barrett would be disassembled into parts, transported separately, and sold to various countries, never to be put back together. This is called professional-level disposal of stolen goods, and Liang Lisheng would only feel at ease doing it himself.
This is why Liang Lisheng had the confidence to confront the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital and demand a change in leadership.
Within the Nie family, either Nie Zhao or Nie Yao can be the head of the organization, but Liang Lisheng must be the vice chairman.
His confidence stemmed from his willingness to go to great lengths for his elder brother and to risk everything for the Nie family.
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Let's get back to Nie Zhao and his group.
Sam, Hank, and Ram, like Song Won-jo, had all carried out combat missions.
Although they were unfamiliar with the customs and culture of Hong Kong, they had an exceptional ability to learn. Once a task was assigned to them, they could do it well. At this moment, Sam and Hank split up to intercept Xiang Tiange's henchmen.
Of course, they wouldn't open fire or engage in a shootout. All they needed to do was stage two car accidents at the intersection designated by Wade to block the henchmen's cars, delay them, and prevent them from getting through temporarily.
They called the police, and Wade even called the media, so soon the police from Kowloon Police Station and paparazzi from various newspapers and TV stations would arrive, and the whole thing would be made public and reported to the media.
Having achieved their goals, it's time for them to leave.
They are currently still in Kowloon, but to avoid being photographed by reporters, they will not take the Cross-Harbour Tunnel. Instead, they will go directly to Nie's private pier, take a boat across the harbor, and then transfer to a car to go home.
Although Nie Zhao didn't have the same shooting skills as a professional, he definitely handled guns and fired them frequently, so he knew how powerful the recoil of a sniper rifle was.
When he helped Chen Rou up earlier, he asked her if her arm hurt or if she felt unwell.
But Chen Rou ignored him and closed her eyes to rest as soon as she got in the car. Moreover, when Nie Zhao sat next to her, she tilted her head to the side to rest, and instead of leaning her head on his shoulder, she leaned against the window glass.
Nie Zhao knew why his wife had suddenly become cold towards him. He had driven her away when she tried to be friendly with him, so it was understandable that she was angry.
Nie Zhao was very distressed, but there was nothing he could do. Moreover, knowing that his wife was very tired and uncomfortable, he had to do something. At this moment, the bodyguard Ram started the car and was driving forward, preparing to turn around. Nie Zhao then gently put his hand on Chen Rou's shoulder and leaned over to say, "If it hurts, I'll massage it for you."
The original owner was a dancing girl, whose strength, endurance, and muscles were far inferior to Chen Rou's in her previous life.
Because of her memories, senses, and perception from her past life, she was able to fire a gun. But the moment the bullet left the barrel, Chen Rou felt as if she had been lifted high and then slammed to the ground, especially her shoulders. The pain was so intense that even a fist couldn't evoke it; it was a deep-seated fatigue.
Chen Rou was helped off the car by Nie Zhao. She could still walk with difficulty, but she couldn't lift her arms at all.
Pain was just one of the sensations; what bothered her most was the muscle soreness.
That kind of soreness is something most people can't feel unless they actually climb Mount Tai or Mount Hua.
Speaking of massage, that's a good idea. Chen Rou tilted her head and said, "Why don't you give it a try?"
In special forces, if a soldier gets a muscle strain after training, he can go to the military doctor. Massage is a standard procedure in the military and can relieve discomfort, so Chen Rou was willing to give it a try.
Nie Zhao certainly didn't know how to massage, and he had never even done it himself, but since his wife had asked for it, he naturally had to do his best to satisfy her. He took a deep breath and kneaded her shoulders.
But as the saying goes, professional tasks should be done by professionals.
He held his breath, mustered all his strength, and then poked her lightly. His wife immediately frowned and said, "Ouch!"
Nie Zhao withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, his tone changing: "Does it hurt a lot?"
Faced with his father's aggressive attitude, President Nie suddenly became bewildered: "Then what should we do? Go to the hospital right away?"
But just then, two hands reached out from behind and placed on Chen Rou's shoulders, kneading and pinching them. She immediately closed her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up: "Brother Song, you have a good grasp of the strength. Not bad, it really relieves the pain!"
This is an off-road vehicle with seven seats. After Song Yuanchao got in, he sat in the very back.
So those two hands belonged to Song Yuanchao. In their time, military doctors didn't offer massage services. They often trained and fired guns, and their muscles often ached. So, they became quite skilled at massage.
However, he had always massaged men before, and this was the first time he had massaged a girl. The girl even exclaimed that it felt good. Song Yuanchao became a little smug and grinned, revealing a set of teeth that were whiter than black toothpaste. He said, "Miss Chen, my massage skills are really something. It turns out that my... uh, my friends all praise my massage skills."
Chen Rou couldn't lift her arms or her neck, so she said hurriedly, "And my cervical spine, please massage it for me too. I can't lift my neck, I feel nauseous and dizzy, and I feel like vomiting. It's so uncomfortable."
Song Yuanchao cracked his knuckles, then bent his index and middle fingers, using his middle finger bone to pinch Chen Rou's neck bone. Although the force was light, it was also surprisingly powerful as he gently pushed up and down. Seeing Chen Rou comfortably lower her neck, he volunteered, "When we get home, I'll massage your back too. I guarantee you'll wake up tomorrow feeling refreshed and full of energy!"
He glanced at Nie Zhao, feeling a little proud.
Since this was the first time, Song Yuanchao felt a strange sense of superiority when facing his sugar daddy, and he was quite happy.
However, his happiness didn't last long.
Because in a place like Hong Kong, money, while not everything, can get 99% of things done.
Sure enough, while Song Yuanchao was enjoying himself, Nie Zhao had already dialed Uncle Ming's number.
"Hey, Uncle Ming, I need a few massage therapists, the best in Hong Kong, both oil massage and bone-setting massage, not tomorrow, but right now. Double the travel expenses and overtime pay, and have them head to the Repulse Bay mansion immediately!"
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