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Finally, their car slowly drove into the Governor's Palace.
He Yuzhu pushed open the car door and looked up. The clock in the Governor's Mansion mercilessly pointed to 2:40.
The square in front of the mansion was deathly silent, so quiet it was almost oppressive.
A gentle breeze swept by, but it brought no life whatsoever, creating a stark and striking contrast to the chaotic scene of gunfire and raging fire just moments before.
It turned out that the cunning and treacherous black-skinned Indian had begun to meticulously plan several days earlier, sending several capable subordinates to lie in ambush at the street corner.
They attempted to intercept He Hongshen and his group here.
These henchmen who were sent were all hideous, with shifty eyes and a fierce aura and endless greed that were clearly visible between them, just like a pack of hungry wolves that had been searching for their prey for a long time.
They were dressed in shabby, worn-out clothes, and paced back and forth at the street corner.
The sound of shoes rubbing against the ground was particularly jarring on the quiet street.
Everyone's eyes were wide open, like copper bells, not missing a single passing vehicle or pedestrian, constantly on guard for the appearance of their target.
However, as time went by, the sun gradually set in the west, and the shadows on the ground continued to lengthen.
These people looked around so much that their necks almost cramped from looking so much, but they still couldn't see He Hongshen and the others.
The street corner remained deserted, leaving them only with their anxiety and confusion.
Time crawls like a snail, each second stretched out infinitely, making the wait long and agonizing.
The dark-skinned Indian's men began to whisper among themselves, their eyes filled with suspicion.
"Could it be that that old fox He Hongshen changed his plans and ran away by another route?" someone muttered quietly.
These words were like a spark falling into a pile of dry tinder, and doubts quickly spread in everyone's minds.
Some people could no longer contain themselves and thought that instead of waiting here idly, they should take the initiative.
They exchanged a few words quickly, then left in twos and threes, hurrying towards other possible paths.
He was determined to intercept He Hongshen and the others before they could escape.
Their figures grew smaller and smaller in the dimly lit street until they disappeared.
Only an empty street corner remained, as if the tension and commotion just moments before were nothing but an illusion, and nothing had ever happened.
Finally, only one van remained on the street, like a lonely watchman, parked forlornly at the street corner.
A biting wind howled past, making the car body tremble and creak slightly.
Its companions had long since vanished after completing their respective tasks.
It remains standing on this empty, desolate, and somewhat oppressively quiet street, holding onto its last stronghold.
It's as if they're waiting for some unknown instruction, or as if they're silently witnessing a hidden past in the undercurrents of the business world.
If only those who meticulously planned could have been a little more patient and not rushed things.
All the vans were placed tightly in this crucial position that would determine the outcome, linked end to end and arranged in a staggered manner, forming an impenetrable defensive line.
The situation at that time might have taken a completely different turn.
He Yuzhu grew up in the streets and alleys, and through many adventures, he learned amazing skills.
Ordinary three or five strong men couldn't get close to him, and even in dangerous situations, he was more than capable of protecting himself.
If one is wholeheartedly devoted to protecting their master, it is no problem for them to shield Huo Yingdong from a fatal blow at a critical moment.
However, the enemy showed no mercy at this moment, directly using firearms. A dense barrage of gunfire swept in like raindrops, with bullets flying everywhere.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and death.
In such a critical situation, expecting He Yuzhu to protect the dozens of people present was nothing short of a pipe dream, practically a fantasy.
Although He Yuzhu values relationships and loyalty, he has his own internal scales to weigh things.
Apart from his closest relatives and friends who had shared life and death with him, the lives of others were simply too precious to consider in that split second.
Furthermore, he was well aware of the principle that "the tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind."
In the chaotic business world, revealing one's full strength too early will inevitably lead to endless trouble, so one will naturally not use all one's skills easily.
At that time, the situation had reached a critical point, and the air was thick with a suffocating tension. The slightest mistake could have resulted in total defeat.
He Yuzhu, a man who usually remains calm and composed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, has now completely abandoned all his worries and risk considerations.
He knew that if he hesitated even slightly, what awaited the rescued person would be an abyss of no return.
So he resolutely and recklessly ran towards them.
Those who were rescued were extremely lucky.
Imagine if they had revealed themselves from their hiding place just two hours earlier; the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Given the enemy's marching route and deployment at the time, they were bound to encounter the main enemy force.
In that overwhelmingly unequal confrontation, they were powerless to fight back and could only become fish on the enemy's chopping block, at the mercy of their captors.
The route they chose was winding and circuitous, consisting of little-known paths rarely visited by ordinary people.
Not only do you have to frequently navigate through narrow and cramped alleys, but you also have to cross those rugged and difficult mountain paths multiple times, which means taking many detours.
The reason for this was that they were always worried that there were assassins lurking nearby, waiting for their chance to strike. These assassins were hidden in the shadows, like venomous snakes, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.
This meticulously planned route was completely unexpected by everyone. It neither followed the usual business travel routes nor deviated from the usual danger avoidance channels, making it difficult for anyone to guess their whereabouts.
Like a lone boat hidden in the vast ocean, quietly sailing towards the unknown distance.
However, what was even more challenging was the historical context – the turbulent 1960s, when Hong Kong was adrift in the tides of the times.
At that time, communication methods were extremely limited, and landline telephones, as the only instant communication tool, had not yet achieved widespread adoption.
In many places, even a telephone is hard to find.
This means that, amidst the complexities of the business world, their ability to exchange information and coordinate actions is virtually zero.
Without convenient mobile communication devices, it is impossible to exchange messages anytime and anywhere, and it is even more difficult to quickly establish a unified and effective command system.
In this perilous business jungle, everyone can only rely on their years of accumulated judgment and past experience to deal with all sorts of unexpected and complex situations on their own. Going it alone has become their only option in difficult times.
Perhaps it was fate, but when the clock struck 2:40 a.m., the hustle and bustle of the streets and alleys had already subsided.
Only the hurried footsteps of this group of people echoed in the empty street.
After overcoming numerous hardships, under the cover of night, they skillfully evaded the patrolling eyes and traveled for a long time before finally arriving at the Governor's Mansion.
The dim streetlights swayed in the night breeze, illuminating the towering and majestic gate of the governor's mansion and the long steps that seemed to lead to the other side of hope.
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with relief at surviving the ordeal, and the huge weight that had been hanging over their hearts finally eased a little.
Stepping into this place that symbolizes safety and refuge, everyone felt a sense of relief. The breath that had been suffocating in their chests for so long was finally released, an instinctive release of peace after enduring hardship.
They were dressed in rags, their hair was disheveled, some walked unsteadily, and some still had traces of blood on their bodies.
Despite their disheveled state, their eyes shone with determination as they helped each other into the governor's mansion.
Upon entering the spacious and bright hall, a tense yet subtle atmosphere permeated the air.
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the crowd in front.
At the heart of the crowd stood the key figures of Taixing Company, with Fu Laorong at the head, dressed in a sharp suit, his expression dignified, every move exuding the demeanor of a business tycoon.
Gao Kening has an upright posture and sharp eyes, revealing his decisiveness and resolve.
Fu Yinzhao followed closely behind, a smile on his face, yet he exuded an aura that commanded respect.
Around them, assistants hurried by, clutching documents and whispering reports, busily moving through the crowd.
A group of well-trained bodyguards, each strong and muscular, stood ramrod straight like statues in various corners of the hall, their eyes cold and vigilant, watching every movement around them, not missing a single abnormality.
The moment their eyes met, time seemed to freeze, and the air was thick with tension, like two flints colliding violently, sparking a flame that could ignite everything.
In the eyes of He Hongshen and the others, a fierce fire of hatred burned intensely, as if it would engulf the surrounding air and turn it into a blazing sea of fire.
If this place were not the Governor's Mansion, a symbol of British colonial rule and solemn authority, He Hongshen and others, with their long-suppressed resentment and hatred, would probably have pounced on it without hesitation, like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.
They might use every trick in the book, with whistling punches and flying kicks, to engage in a thrilling, life-or-death struggle with their opponent.
But reality is like a cold, hard shackle, tightly binding them.
Behind them lies the rise and fall of families and the fate of countless people. In this complex situation, impulsiveness will only bring irreparable disaster. They can only suppress the surging anger in their hearts and bury their hatred deep inside.
At this moment, Fu Laorong, dressed in a sharp suit, with his shoes polished to a shine, a perfectly timed smile on his face, walked steadily and powerfully towards He Hongshen, as if each step was a pivotal moment in his destiny.
He extended his right hand, his movements elegant and sincere, and grasped He Hongshen's hand tightly, uttering polite greetings incessantly. His warm demeanor made it seem as if there was no discord between the two of them.
Standing to the side, Ye Han heard Fu Laorong's words and couldn't help but snort coldly. Although the sound was not loud, it was like a cold wind on a cold night, full of disdain.
He glanced at Fu Laorong with a look of disdain, then turned around and nodded slightly to Lu Badu beside him.
The two walked in unison, one on the left and one on the right, exuding an unquestionable aura, and went straight inside without stopping or exchanging any pleasantries.
He Yuzhu stepped into the banquet hall, his eyes scanning the surroundings like torches. When his gaze landed on that group of people, his brows furrowed instantly, and an indescribable sense of disgust welled up in his heart.
Previously, during a secret meeting with Lin Wanting, he had learned from her anxious and indignant account that the mastermind behind the assassination attempt on him in the alley was Gao Kening.
Chapter 592
This news was like a sharp thorn piercing his heart, filling him with hatred for Gao Kening.