A tall man wearing a black vest followed behind.
With a ferocious blue dragon tattooed on his arm, he roughly shoved Wang Jianguo.
Wang Jianguo staggered and almost fell, and you could vaguely hear his suppressed cough.
His voice was hoarse and painful.
"You saw the person."
Scarface stepped forward and reached out his rough hand to snatch the suitcase from Lin Li's hand.
"It's time to pay now, stop wasting time."
"Let him come over, and I'll give him the money."
Lin Li deftly dodged his hand, her gaze fixed on Wang Jianguo on the diving board.
My heart is clenched in pain.
She noticed that Wang Jianguo's shoulders were trembling slightly, indicating that he had suffered a lot.
"I need to make sure he's safe and sound, otherwise the deal is off."
She moved her feet quietly, letting the shadow cast by the clock tower cover her right hand.
The fingertips quickly make the agreed-upon waving signal.
Three short, sharp waves signaled to the plainclothes team that the target had been identified and they were ready to proceed.
Scarface was clearly losing patience; his scar contorted with rage as he roared at the ship.
"Bring the person over here!"
The sound echoed across the sea.
Two men escorted Wang Jianguo down the swaying plank, the wooden planks under his feet creaking as if they might break at any moment.
Upon reaching him, the escorting man roughly ripped the cloth bag off Wang Jianguo's head, revealing his bruised face.
His eyes were red and swollen, and dried blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
His once bright eyes were now bloodshot, revealing fear and exhaustion.
When Wang Jianguo saw Lin Li, his eyes widened suddenly, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.
Just as she was about to make a sound, the man next to her covered her mouth tightly, and she could only make muffled struggle noises.
"Can I pay now?"
Scarface urged impatiently, his hand already on the brass lock of the suitcase, his rough fingertips rubbing against the cold metal.
Lin Li took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly. She slowly released the handle of her suitcase, her voice calm but conditional.
"We'll give you the money, but you have to let him go and watch him leave the dock safely."
She deliberately slowed down her movements so that the miniature camera hidden in the suitcase could clearly capture the kidnapper's face.
The camera was installed overnight by someone Mr. Yu had arranged, and the lens was cleverly hidden inside the latch.
The moment the scarred man's hand touched the suitcase, a cold glint flashed in Lin Li's eyes.
Suddenly, she lifted her foot and stomped hard on his instep with her cloth shoe!
She used a clever technique, landing precisely on the joint of his toes.
The force was so great that Scarface instantly winced in pain, his body instinctively bending over.
Taking advantage of the moment he bent over in pain, Lin Li quickly leaned to the left to avoid the attack from another man behind her, while simultaneously striking backward with her elbow, accurately hitting the man's ribs.
With a muffled thud, the man staggered back a few steps.
His hand fell out of his pocket, revealing half of a rusty steel pipe, which was covered in dirt and oil.
"Damn, this woman knows kung fu!"
Scarface hopped around, clutching his foot and roaring, veins bulging on his forehead. He pulled a folding knife from his waist.
With a "snap," the blade opened, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
"Grab her! Don't let her get away!"
The kidnappers on the deck rushed over when they heard the commotion.
They were carrying steel pipes, wooden sticks, and some even had harpoons, yelling as they rushed down the diving board.
The dock square instantly descended into chaos.
Tourists screamed and scattered, while vendors hurriedly packed up their stalls.
The once bustling dock has been transformed into a chaotic battlefield.
In a moment of panic, the ice cream vendor overturned his display case, spilling colorful ice cream mixed with crushed ice all over the ground, filling the air with a sweet aroma.
The old man threw away his newspaper, revealing a short stick hidden under the pile of newspapers.
The porters dropped their heavy cargo, grabbed the carrying poles and ropes beside them, and surrounded the kidnappers.
The plainclothes police officers quickly surrounded them from all directions, instantly revealing their disguised identities.
They brandished the handcuffs and batons hidden on their bodies and charged at the kidnappers with stern shouts.
Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Li grabbed Wang Jianguo's arm. His arm was trembling and his palms were covered in cold sweat.
She forcefully shoved him toward the arriving plainclothes police officers, shouting, "Run! Follow the police!"
Wang Jianguo was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and staggered after the police as they ran toward a safe area, glancing back at Lin Li with concern every now and then.
Scarface swung his knife at Lin Li, the blade whistling as it approached.
Lin Li's body moved as lightly as a willow catkin, dodging to the side.
The sharp blade sliced through the hem of the cheongsam, tearing a long gash to reveal a white underskirt underneath.
She crouched down, quickly grabbed a pebble from the ground with her right hand, and flicked it at the eyes of the pursuing kidnapper.
The pebbles were as accurate as bullets fired from a gun. The kidnapper instinctively covered his face and dodged. Taking advantage of this momentary opening, Lin Li grabbed the suitcase next to her, turned around sharply, and smashed it into the chest of another kidnapper who rushed up.
With a muffled thud, the suitcase slammed into the man's broad chest, the force of which sent him staggering backward.
The lock on the box was broken, and the cash inside spilled out with a clatter, the red Hong Kong dollars fluttering in the air.
Amid the chaos, someone blew a sharp police siren.
The sound of "woo-wah—woo-wah—" grew clearer and clearer as it approached from afar.
The plainclothes police officers who had been hiding revealed their identities and rushed towards the kidnappers with gleaming handcuffs.
Seeing that things were going badly and that all was lost, Scarface turned and ran toward the cargo ship's bridge, intending to escape by steer the ship.
Lin Li was not about to let him succeed, and without hesitation, she followed closely behind.
The cab was filled with a strong smell of diesel fuel and sweat, and the air was stuffy and hot.
Scarface stumbled to the cockpit, frantically turning the steering wheel and pressing various buttons in an attempt to start the engine.
The engine made a strange "putt-putt-putt" sound, but failed to start smoothly.
Lin Li seized the opportunity and kicked him in the lower back with all her might.
Scarface was kicked and lost his balance, slamming hard against the cold steering wheel.
With a muffled thud, the rudder was struck and started spinning, emitting a screeching sound.
"Stop running! You can't escape!"
Lin Li shouted sharply, grabbing a wrench from the corner of the wall and holding it in her hand.
The cold, heavy wrench gave her a strong sense of security.
Scarface turned around, his face bloodshot, his eyes filled with madness and despair. He raised his folding knife and lunged at Lin Li without regard for anything else.
Lin Li nimbly dodged the sharp blade to the side; the blade almost grazed her cheek, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.
Taking advantage of the moment when he lost his balance, Lin Li raised her hand and precisely pressed down on his wrist holding the knife, using a technique to deflect the force, pressing down hard on his wrist joint with her thumb.
A soft "snap" was heard, followed by the scarred man's heart-wrenching scream.
His hand loosened, and the folding knife fell with a clatter onto the oil-stained deck.
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