Cha Shenlou's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him: "What do you mean? Who are you?"
He suddenly remembered something, his heart skipped a beat, and his face turned deathly pale: "You mean... someone from the mainland?"
The old woman didn't answer, but just smiled meaningfully—
"Hehehe, what kind of place is the Hong Kong government? It's the largest intelligence trading center in the Far East. There's some infighting going on there. On the surface, everything seems calm, but underneath, there's a turbulent undercurrent. Even we at the top are... quite wary of 'mainlanders'!"
Cha Shenlou asked coldly, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
The old woman raised her head, a dangerous glint in her cloudy eyes: "What did you say? This time, in order to get you out of Hong Kong, we killed off the Hong Kong police on the way to the mainland, and then sent Ah Hu and Ah Ken to protect you..."
"Finally, there were the two assassination attempts yesterday, which took down the Director of Customs from the Ning family's faction and offended those powerful, rising triads in Hong Kong. Do you know how many people we lost?"
The old woman sneered, "And using connections within the Hong Kong government to open the port—Mr. Cha, you know how much that costs. My boss said that if your documents don't satisfy them, your life will be worthless!"
Cha Shenlou's expression changed. He knew he was dancing on a knife's edge; the slightest misstep would result in his annihilation.
"Don't worry, my information is absolutely reliable! I know all about the shipping routes of the Ning family's major projects over the years, and even which front companies they use overseas! As long as you do as I say, I guarantee we can intercept all their goods!"
He gritted his teeth and continued, "But these are my life-saving charms. I can't give them to you now, but once we're out in international waters, I guarantee your boss will be satisfied. Besides, my ability to deal with the Ning family while I'm alive is far more useful than those documents!"
The old woman's cloudy eyes darted around, as if she were weighing something.
After a long pause, she grinned, revealing a chilling smile—
"Alright, since Boss Cha is so confident, then we won't waste any more time. Just wait for our news tonight... and get ready."
After saying that, she turned and left the cabin, leaving the burly men around her to monitor Cha Shenlou and prepare their weapons.
Cha Shenlou was also assigned a Glock pistol. He sat on the ground with a gloomy expression, looking at the pistol with a complex light flashing in his eyes.
...
Not far from the typhoon shelter, in an inconspicuous, dilapidated warehouse slated for demolition, there were mobile sentries around, and many cars were parked inside.
Many burly men with tattooed arms were changing clothes and getting ready.
Ning Bingyu, dressed in a casual suit and fiddling with a lighter, casually addressed the man standing opposite him—
"Brother Kun, we're counting on you guys this time. Once it's done, you can order whatever you want from Treasure House, lobster and abalone."
The man called Brother Kun, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, smiled and flattered, "Young Master Ning, you're too kind. Uncle Qiang gave the order, and we did our best. We're all just trying to make a living; it's just a matter of a word from you!"
Having been in the underworld for many years, they naturally knew the methods of the young master of the Ning family. Cooperating with him would not only make money, but also make them well-known in the underworld. Why not?
After saying that, he gestured with his chin to his underlings behind him: "Let's go, let's get ready!"
A group of gang members went to prepare ammunition and cold weapons such as daggers.
After they dispersed, the doors of several black jeeps that had remained silent next to Ning Bingyu opened.
Two burly men wearing masks got out of one of the cars and dragged a woman out of the vehicle.
The woman struggled, but her mouth was gagged, and she could only make muffled sounds.
Rong Zhaonan, wearing a black mask and a black combat uniform, got out of another vehicle, followed by several team members dressed similarly, each with a cold and stern demeanor and an aura of murderous intent.
Rong Zhaonan said calmly, "My people are ready. You can inspect the 'goods' first. If there are no problems, I will send two people to deliver the 'goods' safely to the mainland."
Ning Bingyu nodded, then glanced at Tony and said calmly, "Go inspect the goods."
Tony understood immediately, walked up to the woman, and pulled off her hood.
Cha Meiling's hair was disheveled and scattered over her shoulders, and her originally exquisite makeup was also washed away by tears.
But her eyes were still bright, only now they were filled with fear and pleading as she stared straight at Ning Bingyu.
"Ugh... ugh..." The woman struggled, but her mouth was sealed shut, preventing her from making any shouts; she could only let out muffled sounds.
After confirming that the person under the mask was Cha Meiling, Tony nodded slightly to Ning Bingyu, indicating, "No problem, our people will also cooperate with Old A and the others to escort her over in a while."
Ning Bingyu remained silent, only giving her a cold glance as if she were a trapped beast, not a woman he had once been engaged to.
He slowly adjusted his cuffs: "Give her some chloroform to make sure everything goes perfectly. Don't make the same mistake you made when you sent her to Cha Shenlou."
Cha Meiling stared intently at Ning Bingyu, her eyes filled with complex and painful emotions, even... a self-deprecating hatred.
This is the man she loved and slept with...
Before she could express her emotions any further, the black hood was pulled down over her head again.
"Ugh!" Cha Meiling struggled as Tony's men covered her mouth with a chloroform-coated handkerchief.
"Ugh!" Cha Meiling struggled desperately, but was soon surrounded by a pungent smell, and everything in front of her began to blur and spin before she finally fell into darkness.
She was swiftly shoved into the back seat of a black jeep.
Ning Bingyu took a puff of his cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke, obscuring the complex emotions in his eyes.
"Young Master Ning, everything is arranged. After the fishing season opens, our people will take her out in a fishing boat." A man in a floral shirt walked over and reported in a low voice.
"Hmm," Ning Bingyu responded indifferently, without saying anything more.
At this moment, Tony came in from outside and said to Ning Bingyu, "Young Master Ning, Senior Superintendent Philip has personally brought his men to make the final handover outside."
Ning Bingyu turned to Rong Zhaonan and said, "I'm going to pick up Superintendent Philip. They'll be here soon, and we'll do the final handover."
Rong Zhaonan nodded slightly, watching Ning Bingyu leave the warehouse. He glanced at his watch; it was already 6:30.
Outside the warehouse, the sky was darkening, and night was about to fall, foreshadowing an impending storm.
He casually told his team members, "After completing the final three-way coordination, prepare for action."
"Yes!" the team members responded in low voices, their tone carrying the decisiveness and solemnity unique to soldiers.
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