manynovel Chapter 137: A person must rely on themselves
Chapter 137: A person must rely on themselves
Chapter 137 One must rely on oneself
The doctor walking along Taipa Boulevard had a gloomy expression.
Looking towards the safe house not far away, it was already engulfed in flames, and explosions were heard one after another.
The mission hadn't even started when the whole team was wiped out!
Fortunately, he was as cunning as a fox.
He always acted independently and was not with his teammates, which is why he narrowly escaped death.
"That damned Song Zhaowen actually played a trick on me. I admit defeat this time, but next time... next time the same trick won't work on me."
He wasn't sad that the entire group died; as long as he didn't die, he could recruit new members at any time.
The doctor was lost in thought, contemplating his future revenge plan.
"Friend, can I borrow a light?"
A handsome young man was standing next to me, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. I asked him for a light.
The doctor composed himself and took out a lighter from his pocket.
The man in the trench coat brought the lighter closer.
Then, looking up at the doctor, she said, "Thank you. You really have to rely on yourself. Isn't it embarrassing to have to borrow a lighter?"
"Hmm!" Wasn't this his own usual catchphrase? He immediately became alert.
puff~
He was stabbed hard in the heart.
Then the man in the trench coat helped her sit on a wooden bench by the roadside.
"you...
""
The dying doctor wanted to say something.
Another stab pierced through the skin. The man in the trench coat sneered, "I am Song Zhaowen. Surprised? You shouldn't have messed with me. Finish this cigarette and get on your way."
Song Zhaowen put the lit cigarette into the doctor's mouth, then patted his trench coat and left as if nothing had happened.
The figure quickly disappeared at the end of the dim streetlights on Taozai Avenue.
The doctor sat on the wooden stool, his body beginning to convulse uncontrollably. He looked down at his chest; two inconspicuous holes had been pierced in his expensive trench coat, and blood was rapidly spreading, warm liquid flowing down his body and soaking his trouser legs. The cigarette in his mouth was still burning, smoke swirling around him, carrying the characteristic pungent taste of nicotine, but it couldn't suppress the metallic taste that kept rising in his throat.
"Hah—Hah—" He tried to speak, but could only manage a wheezing sound like a broken bellows. His vision began to blur, eventually turning into a blood-red blur.
He, a doctor, a notorious international gangster who dominated Southeast Asia, orchestrated countless high-profile kidnappings and bombings, and struck fear into the hearts of countless wealthy and powerful figures—and he just died like that? Died at the hands of a Hong Kong triad boss? Died like that—
Silently, even somewhat comically?
"People must rely on themselves."
The last few words were never uttered. The cigarette slipped from his weak lips and fell into the pool of blood at his feet, extinguishing with a "whoosh." The doctor's head tilted limply to one side, his gold-rimmed glasses slipped off, fell to the ground, and shattered completely.
Of course, Song Zhaowen casually took the large leather suitcase containing thirty million US dollars that was next to him.
At the same time, in the "Seaview Garden" villa area in Taipa, Block B, No. 7.
This is a rather secluded three-story villa with a small courtyard. At this moment, the iron gate to the courtyard is tightly closed, and all the curtains are drawn tightly shut.
In the study on the second floor of the villa, Sister Meiji paced back and forth like a caged animal, her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor. She was a far cry from her former elegance; her hair was disheveled, her face pale, and her eyes dark-circled, clearly indicating she hadn't slept well for days. Her expensive silk nightgown was wrinkled and stained with cigarette ash.
The advisor, Su, slumped onto the sofa in the corner, his hands covering his head, his whole body trembling, muttering to himself, "It's over—it's over—the dock safe house exploded, the doctor and the others must be in trouble—it was definitely Zhengxing's gang who did this, they won't let us get away with it."
Sister Meiji turned around abruptly, her voice sharp and shrill, her eyes bloodshot: "Shut up! Can you stop jinxing us? Maybe it's just a regular fire. Doctors are so fierce, they won't die so easily."
With a loud crash, the window shook, startling the two of them so much they almost jumped up.
The advisor, Su, cautiously approached to investigate.
Meow~
A tabby cat jumped across the window.
The advisor, Su, breathed a sigh of relief: "My sister-in-law is a wildcat..."
Before he could finish speaking, a pair of strong, thick hands suddenly reached in through the window, grabbed Master Su's head, and snapped it off with a crack.
Decisive and ruthless, without hesitation.
Amidst Meiji's terrified screams, several men wearing zodiac animal masks climbed into the villa.
Three days later, at the Macau ferry terminal.
The "Starship" is like an elegant and enormous white whale, quietly moored in the largest exclusive berth in Area A.
Sunlight shone on the brand-new white hull and the three giant gilded characters "Star River," reflecting a dazzling light.
Along the ship's side, the newly installed luxury gangway has been lowered, covered with a scarlet carpet, and extends all the way to the dock.
The pier was bustling with people and extremely noisy. A huge inflatable archway was emblazoned with "The First Hong Kong and Macau God of Gamblers Competition," and colorful flags fluttered in the wind.
The invited celebrities, tycoons, and underworld figures from Hong Kong and Macau, dressed in suits or cheongsams, chatted and laughed as they stepped onto the gangway, guided by waiters and security personnel.
The Hong Kong and Macau God of Gamblers competition not only attracted a large number of celebrities, but also various media outlets, including reporters from Taiwan.
Huang Jieyi, a leading lady of Taiwan TV (PS: referencing Yvonne Yung, from "Unstoppable Passion")
A red women's suit is like a fiery rose~
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am currently at the Macau Ferry Terminal! As you can see behind me, this magnificent white vessel is the Star River, which has recently garnered the most attention in both Hong Kong and Macau!" And today, what is about to take place here is the "Inaugural Hong Kong and Macau God of Gamblers Tournament," with a prize of HK$100 million!
Her camera panned across the bustling crowds at the dock, the fluttering colorful flags, and the huge archway, finally settling on the scarlet carpet leading to the "Starship".
"As we can see, the venue is already brimming with stars! Social elites, business tycoons, and underworld figures from Hong Kong and Macau have all gathered here! This is not just a contest of gambling skills, but a grand event showcasing wealth and influence!"
Just then, an even louder commotion came from the entrance to the dock.
Several black Rolls-Royces slowly drove in. The door of the middle extended Phantom opened, and two bodyguards in black got out first, then carefully helped an elderly man out of the car.
The old man was dressed in a dark blue silk Tang suit, with gray hair and a thin face, and he was leaning on a sandalwood dragon-head cane.
It was none other than Jiang Zhen, the legendary gambling king who had been out of the public eye for a long time and was even rumored to be seriously ill!
"It's Mr. Jiang!" someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.
"Old Jiang actually came?! His health—"
"It seems this competition is incredibly attractive; even the retired Mr. Jiang has been drawn in!"
Huang Jieyi's eyes lit up, and she immediately directed the cameraman to keep the lens focused on Jiang Zhen: "Quick! Follow him, it's Mr. Jiang Zhen, the gambling king! I didn't expect that the rumored unwell Mr. Jiang would actually come in person. He is undoubtedly one of the most important guests of this competition!"
Supported by his bodyguards and a middle-aged butler, Jiang Zhen slowly walked towards the gangway. Although his steps were slow, they were exceptionally steady. Many old-timers and veterans of the underworld who knew him came forward to greet him, but Jiang Zhen only nodded slightly in response and said nothing more, displaying the demeanor of a gambling king.
Not long after Jiang Zhen boarded the ship, the roar of an engine came from the entrance of the dock again.
A fiery red Ferrari F40, with a roar that made one's blood boil, came to a precise stop at the edge of the red carpet with an extremely arrogant drift! The car door opened up like an eagle's wing, and a man in his fifties, with a thin face but sharp eyes like an eagle, wearing a burgundy silk shirt and slicked-back hair, stepped out of the car with a calm demeanor.
He had an unlit cigar dangling from his lips, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with an arrogant disdain for everything.
"Nie Wanlong! He's a gambling maniac!" Someone immediately recognized him.
"He's still as arrogant as ever! But I heard his gambling skills have improved again; he won thirteen games in a row in Las Vegas."
"This is going to be interesting. Nie Wanlong and Chen Jincheng are old rivals."
Huang Jieyi's speech quickened, brimming with excitement: "Ladies and gentlemen, another heavyweight has arrived! Mr. Nie Wanlong, known as the 'Gambling Maniac'! Judging from his confident demeanor, he's clearly determined to claim the title of 'God of Gamblers'."
Nie Wanlong seemed oblivious to the cameras and comments around him. He casually tossed his car keys to the waiter who followed him, straightened his collar, and strode confidently up the gangway, exuding an aura of power.
Almost at the same moment Nie Wanlong's figure disappeared into the cabin, a low-key black Mercedes-Benz S-Class slowly came to a stop on the other side.
The car door opened, and a tall, thin man wearing a gray Zhongshan suit and glasses, who looked like an old scholar, stepped out first. After getting out of the car, he respectfully opened the rear door.
An elderly man, dressed in a simple gray jacket, slightly overweight, with a kind face and thinning hair, looking like a retired neighbor, slowly walked out. He was carrying a thermos in his hand. After getting off the bus, he first unscrewed the lid, blew on it, took a sip, and then squinted at the "Starship" in front of him, seemingly muttering something under his breath.
"This is—" Some of the young reporters didn't recognize him at first.
"It's Sun Yifeng, the gambling fanatic!" A seasoned veteran immediately revealed his identity. "Don't let his unassuming appearance fool you; back in the day at the Lisboa Casino, he set a terrifying record of sitting for three days and three nights straight and winning seventy-two rounds in a row! His research into gambling techniques has reached the point of obsession. It's said that he could lock himself in his study for three months straight to crack an ancient cheating technique!"
Huang Jieyi quickly adjusted the camera, her tone filled with admiration: "Now approaching us is Mr. Sun Yifeng, the 'Gambling Maniac'! Mr. Sun is a recognized master of technical gambling, and although he has kept a low profile in recent years, his skills are absolutely not to be underestimated! I wonder if he will present any new research findings this time?"
Sun Yifeng seemed uncomfortable with the noise around him. He frowned, whispered something to the man in the Zhongshan suit next to him, and then, guided by the man, quickened his pace and hurried across the red carpet to board the ship. He clearly did not like being the center of attention.
Just as the media and audience's attention was still focused on these gambling bigwigs, a stretch Lincoln silently slid in from the other side of the pier.