In early autumn in Shanghai, a trace of summer heat still lingers in the air, and the sound of ships horns echoes on the Huangpu River.
Inside the Jinjiang Hotel, Rong Zhaonan was discussing the goods list with Ning Bingyu. He casually rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing a section of his muscular arm.
"Anan, this is the outbound route for this shipment. Please take a look." Ning Bingyu pushed a document in front of Rong Zhaonan with a gentle smile.
Rong Zhaonan withdrew his gaze, glanced at the document indifferently, and tapped his well-defined fingers lightly on the table twice, making a crisp sound: "I naturally trust Young Master Ning to do things."
Just then, there was a knock on the door. A moment later, Old Xu, with a serious expression on his face, walked to Rong Zhaonan's side, bent down, and whispered a few words in his ear.
Rong Zhaonan's originally indifferent expression instantly turned sharp, and a cold glint flashed in his deep eyes.
He stood up abruptly, nodded slightly to Ning Bingyu, and said, "Excuse me, I have something to attend to. Please excuse me for a moment."
After speaking, he followed Lao Xu and strode out of the room.
"It seems something has happened." Ning Bingyu lightly pressed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
He rarely saw anything more important than a deal that would make Rong Zhaonan leave so easily.
Ning Bingyu glanced at Assistant Ye, who immediately nodded: "I'll go see if I can find out anything."
As he spoke, Assistant Ye led his men out the door.
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Rong Zhaonan led Lao Xu to a suite on the top floor of the Jinjiang Hotel.
He reached out and knocked on the door, which immediately opened from the inside. A man in civilian clothes stood in the doorway, his face serious, and saluted him, "Captain Rong."
Rong Zhaonan nodded slightly and went into the room.
There were several other people sitting in the room, one of whom was a man in his sixties with a calm demeanor and silver hair at his temples, who looked at him.
Rong Zhaonan instantly stood at attention, saluted him with utmost respect: "Commander!"
"Alright, I'm not wearing a military uniform now, and I'm just an ordinary staff member here in Shanghai on a business trip. Just call me Uncle Chen."
“Yes, Uncle Chen!” Rong Zhaonan lowered his hand.
Uncle Chen pointed to the sofa next to Rong Zhaonan and said in a heavy tone, "Sit down."
Rong Zhaonan sat down, glanced at the others in the room, and finally looked at Uncle Chen: "Uncle Chen, what exactly happened?"
Uncle Chen sighed and handed a document to Rong Zhaonan, "Take a look for yourself."
Rong Zhaonan took the document, quickly glanced through it, and his face immediately darkened.
"Smack!"
Rong Zhaonan slammed the documents in his hand onto the table, his cold face seemingly frozen.
The document prominently displayed the words "Cha Shenlou's Prison Break," accompanied by shocking photos of the scene, stained with blood.
Across from him, Uncle Chen's expression was grave. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and spoke in a heavy tone—
"The Hong Kong police have said that there was an insider who colluded with others to abduct Cha Shenlou when he was being transferred to Shenzhen, resulting in the deaths of many people."
Rong Zhaonan sneered, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm: "Heh, the death penalty in British Hong Kong has long been a dead letter, it's as good as no death penalty at all. Cha Shenlou naturally had to run away before we took over, and he only had a chance in British Hong Kong territory."
“It’s not just corrupt cops and gangsters colluding over there; the upper echelons are all tainted as well,” Uncle Chen said, his brows furrowed as he took a deep drag on his cigarette, as if trying to vent his frustration.
"The Hong Kong government is now thriving, and with the booming economy, in addition to rampant triads, it is also the largest underground intelligence trading center in the Far East. It cannot be cleaned up; only in muddy waters can one fish."
Rong Zhaonan fiddled with the metal lighter that Ning Bingyu had given him.
The metal casing flipped and danced between his fingertips, reflecting a cold light. He said calmly, "The current 'Pearl of the Orient' is nothing more than another name for the 'City of Spies'."
Hong Kong, Lisbon, and Casablanca, Morocco are known as the world's "three major spy capitals".
Uncle Chen stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, took a deep breath, and slowly said—
“If Cha Shenlou is successfully handed over to the Shenzhen police, we can still believe that he took the goods from the ‘mainland customers’ simply for commercial reasons, in order to target the Ning family, and the mainland goods were just collateral damage.”
"However, judging from the information collected at the scene, those who robbed Cha Shen Building were well-trained and used powerful weapons, all of which were professional military weapons. It was a one-sided massacre of the Hong Kong police who were equipped with police equipment. Those ruthless criminals were definitely not ordinary triads."
Rong Zhaonan glanced at the documents on the table. "They look like professional mercenaries."
Uncle Chen frowned, his tone grave. "I'm worried that the intelligence we found earlier might be true, and that Cha Shenlou is part of a conspiracy by some foreign forces targeting the mainland. He's just their agent."
Rong Zhaonan remained silent for a moment, then snapped the lighter shut, his tone icy—
"Since this clown has dared to lay his hands under our noses, he can't just get away with it without paying a price." Rong Zhaonan's calm tone carried a chilling murderous intent.
"I've already contacted the Hong Kong government, and they will fully cooperate with us in arresting Cha Shenlou," Uncle Chen said in a deep voice.
"However, the situation within the Hong Kong police force is complex, and we cannot rely on them entirely."
He stubbed out his cigarette and stared sharply at Rong Zhaonan: "I'm here this time to give you a new task."
"Go on!" Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanged, waiting for him to continue.
Uncle Chen's expression was stern: "The items in this transaction are more sensitive than last time, and the matter is of utmost importance. We absolutely cannot afford any mistakes. You understand what I mean."
"I understand. Rest assured, I will ensure the transaction is completed smoothly and the goods arrive safely."
Rong Zhaonan spoke with certainty, his clear and sharp eyes carrying an innate calmness.
"Also, you need to be careful about the matter of Cha Shenlou, especially in your cooperation with the Ning family. Be careful about information security." Uncle Chen emphasized, tapping the table.
He paused, his sharp gaze piercing Rong Zhaonan: "We absolutely cannot allow an incident like last time to happen again. If anything goes wrong again, none of us can bear the responsibility!"
Rong Zhaonan remained expressionless, only a cold smile curving his lips: "Uncle Chen, don't worry, I understand."
Uncle Chen continued, "Secondly, I will continue to follow up on the Hong Kong government and police, but their internal relationships are complicated. You also need to assist the relevant units in figuring out the forces behind Cha Shen Lou as soon as possible!"
"Yes!" Rong Zhaonan replied briefly, his eyes as deep as the night sky, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
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