Cha Shenlou's face, half of which was wrapped in gauze, looked ferocious and terrifying because of the chewing motion.
The captain felt a little scared looking at him.
He hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously, "Boss Cha, we've been hiding here for two days, and the police haven't come. The only news from the police station is that the customs has closed the sea to crack down on smuggled weapons and drugs, maybe..."
"Maybe what? Maybe it has nothing to do with my daughter?" Cha Shenlou slammed his chopsticks on the table, making a sharp sound.
The captain was startled by his sudden outburst of anger and quickly said with a forced smile, "Mr. Cha, don't be angry, I was just saying..."
Cha Shenlou sneered, his tone chilling: "After all these years, do you think I have no intuition at all? This port closure is most likely related to her!"
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. He had tried to brainwash Cha Meiling and said so many nice things, but it was all for nothing!
Cha Shenlou touched his injured face and gritted his teeth: "My precious daughter, on the surface she pretends to be gentle and virtuous, but she's more ruthless than anyone else at heart. Only when I'm dead can she completely take control of the Cha family!"
His hatred for Cha Meiling intensified.
"This is also because the father of the female immortal is not..." The captain shrank back in fear of Cha Shenlou's imposing manner and dared not refute any further.
"Hmph, too bad he's a money-loser!" Cha Shenlou cursed angrily.
A hint of regret flashed in his eyes. "Women will eventually get married and have children for men. They won't care about their own families anymore, and they certainly won't be willing to be ruthless to their own men! That's the limitation of women!"
Cha Meiling kept asking him why he didn't treat her as his heir.
Isn't it obvious?
A man who kills or abandons his wife who has shared his hardships is acting like a tyrant. Women are the nourishment for a man's growth; once he has had enough, he should discard her!
Throughout history and across the world, how many men in the political and business worlds have become powerful figures or heroes without ever changing their wives?
It may be unpleasant to say, but it is a historical fact!
Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, could kick his wife, Lü Zhi, and children off the chariot to serve as shields for the enemy when he was fleeing for his life, thus saving himself first and ultimately achieving a great and lasting dynasty.
Cha Shenlou scoffed: "Anyway, we can always get another wife when we have the money, and we don't have to raise children ourselves."
But how many women are willing to harm their own men and children? Those who are willing to do so become like Wu Zetian!
Throughout five thousand years of history, there has only been one genius like Wu Zetian, which shows that women are driven by emotions!
"Women's minds are too limited! And they are easily manipulated by emotions. I had already tested my good daughter, asking her if it was possible for her to marry Ning Bingyu, kill him, and take over the Ning family. She just thought I was joking."
Cha Shenlou took a big bite of the pig's trotter with a cold and contemptuous look in his eyes, and sneered: "So, she still wants to inherit the Cha family?"
With Meiling's talent, she could be trained to be the heir of the Cha family. She would be much better at dealing with Ning Bingyu than those good-for-nothing sons!
It's a pity it wasn't a son!
Cha Shenlou took a big gulp of wine, his eyes fixed on the direction of the dock with a sinister look, as if he wanted to tear the bustling night scene apart.
The captain dared not respond, and could only force a smile, praying that his crew members who had gone out to scout would return soon, so that he wouldn't be alone with Chashenlou.
The evening news was playing on the television, and the cabin was filled with a murky smell of cheap liquor and low-quality cigarettes.
On the television, the news anchor was reporting yesterday's major news in fluent Cantonese—
"This evening, the Director-General of the General Administration of Customs was assassinated while attending a charity gala. The perpetrator is still at large..."
The scene shifts to the charity gala where the Director-General of Customs was assassinated. Amidst the chaos, police officers have set up a cordon, and medical personnel are treating the injured.
Cha Shenlou looked at the screen, sneered, and finally felt much more at ease.
Before he could react, the news footage switched again.
This time, a massive fire raged through Kowloon Walled City, the flames turning half the sky red, and the screams of the crowd and the wail of police sirens could be faintly heard.
"A fire broke out in Kowloon Walled City. It is suspected that gang members took advantage of the chaos to fight each other, but the casualties are relatively minor..." The news anchor's voice remained calm, but it could not conceal the seriousness of the incident.
Cha Shenlou's face instantly changed, and he said in a gloomy and angry tone, "So this is what you call 'relatively minor casualties'! I've been squatting here enduring this pain, not to hear those words!"
He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth, his face a mixture of anxiety and anger.
"What did the Triads say? Is Ning Bingyu really dead or not?" Cha Shenlou suddenly sat up straight, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.
The captain shuddered and stammered, "Ning... Ning Bingyu arranged to meet with members of the Sun Yee On and 14K triads in Kowloon Walled City. Although a fight broke out... Ning Bingyu returned to Repulse Bay beforehand. Only one of his assistants was slightly injured..."
The captain spoke softer and softer, afraid of angering the capricious Cha Shenlou.
"Damn it! They're all a bunch of deadbeats!" Cha Shenlou was furious and kicked over the table next to him.
Food scraps and drinks were spilled all over the floor, making the cabin a complete mess.
He paced back and forth, gritting his teeth and cursing, "What a huge fuss! And what was the result? Ning Bingyu didn't even get a scratch, and my son's revenge wasn't achieved! A bunch of good-for-nothings!"
The captain shrank back in fear and said in a low voice, "Mr. Cha, please calm down. That Ning Bingyu is as cunning as an eel. He was lucky this time, but next time..."
"Next time? There's going to be a next time?!" Cha Shenlou suddenly turned his head, his fierce eyes looking like he wanted to kill someone.
"In a few hours, once the port opens, the police will come and arrest people! What 'next time' will we have then?!"
Ning Bingyu and that old bastard Ning Zhengkun will definitely take action before the port opens.
The captain smiled ingratiatingly: "Mr. Cha, please calm down. The police may not necessarily come. Let's think about it another way—once the port opens at midnight tonight, you'll have a chance to leave this awful place!"
Cha Shenlou calmed down a bit.
The captain continued to reassure them: "Once we're safely in international waters, the world is our oyster. As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild. You'll have plenty of opportunities to avenge Young Master Cha!"
Cha Shenlou was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and it took him a while to calm down.
“That’s right, once I leave the Hong Kong government, I’ll make proper plans…” He slumped into a chair, his eyes sinister.
Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.
At this moment, an old woman with a hunched back and a face full of wrinkles, surrounded by several young and strong fishermen or port thugs, walked into the cabin carrying a net bag of freshly dead fish.
"Oh, Mr. Cha, what's got you so angry?" the old woman asked with a smile, but her tone carried a hint of chilling coldness that was hard to detect.
The old woman's face was deeply lined with wrinkles, as if she had been mercilessly crushed by the years, with only a shrewd glint in her cloudy eyes.
"Boss Cha, this is a yellow croaker that was just caught this morning. Would you like to try some?" The old woman placed the basket on the table, and a strong smell of the sea immediately filled the air.
Cha Shenlou waved his hand impatiently and said, "I have no appetite, take it away! Now, what is it?"
The old woman wasn't annoyed. She smiled and said, "Boss Cha, our superiors have taken control of the Hong Kong Customs and Excise Department. We can send you out tonight, but my husband said you have information about the Ning family's shipping routes in ports around the world..."
Cha Shenlou interrupted her impatiently, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "Can't we talk about this outside? I'm barely able to protect myself right now. And you're asking me these things now?"
The old woman's cloudy eyes swept over Cha Shenlou, her tone chilling—
“Boss Cha, you’re not being sincere. The people we’re dealing with this time aren’t those mercenaries around Ning Bingyu who only care about money and don’t care about their lives. They’re skilled and experienced veterans from the battlefield…”
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