svetikya Chapter 22: Driving Out the Crown Prince
Chapter 22: Driving Out the Crown Prince
"Damn it! Scream, scream! Scream like a dead man." In a luxurious villa, the young master trembled on the foreign woman before collapsing onto the bed.
The foreign girl next to her rolled her eyes and said, "What a load of rubbish! It's more like an embroidery needle. I don't feel anything at all."
"Bang!"
The door was kicked open by the underling.
Prince Tai yelled, "Damn it, can't you see I'm messing around with a girl? You want to die?"
"Big brother, something terrible has happened!"
"Is the sky falling, or is Mars colliding with Earth?"
"It's even more serious than that; something happened at the factory..."
"What?!"
Prince Tai, with his bare bottom exposed, suddenly jumped up and kicked the foreign woman in the buttocks, telling her to get lost.
The younger brother stared at the foreign girl's large breasts and swallowed hard. Prince Tai stepped forward and slapped him across the face.
"Damn it, explain yourself more clearly!"
The younger brother covered his face and said, "Brother Prince, the cops raided our hideout, and it even made TV... You don't believe me? See for yourself."
Prince Tai snatched the remote control and turned on the TV...
"...Breaking news from this station: Police raided a VCD factory in the Yuen Long industrial area early this morning, seizing a large quantity of unpackaged pirated CDs and smuggled electronics. Even more shockingly, police discovered a large-scale drug manufacturing facility in the factory's underground warehouse, preliminarily estimating the seizure of over ten tons of high-purity cocaine, both finished and semi-finished, with a market value exceeding HK$1 billion! This is one of the largest drug busts in Hong Kong's history. According to police, this operation stemmed from an anonymous tip..."
In the footage, flashing police lights illuminate the night sky, Huang Zhicheng speaks eloquently into a microphone, police officers in bulletproof vests file in and out, boxes of sealed evidence are carried out, and of course, there are also henchmen whose heads are covered with black cloth and brought out one by one.
"Bang!"
He slammed the remote control onto the TV screen, causing it to crack with spiderweb-like patterns and the image to distort and flicker.
"Damn it! Fuck the hell out!!" Prince Tai's furious roar echoed in the empty living room, his eyes bloodshot and his chest heaving violently.
The hideout was extremely secretive; only he and his close henchmen knew about it.
He controls his henchmen and family members, and they would never betray him.
Prince Tai picked up his mobile phone and called Wei Jixiang, but an hour passed and Wei Jixiang did not call back.
"Wei Jixiang, it must be that traitor Wei Jixiang! Prince must be holding a grudge because you didn't help him." A henchman added fuel to the fire.
Prince Tai gritted his teeth: "Send out the brothers and find that good-for-nothing Wei Jixiang."
But at that moment, the sound of car brakes came from outside the villa. Prince Tai quickly ran to the window and pulled down the curtains. Three Mercedes-Benz W14s pulled up in front of the villa one after another, and more than a dozen Mexicans got out of the cars.
Upon seeing this, Crown Prince Tai's face turned pale.
All the goods from his underground factory were exported to South America. Those drug lords had already paid half of the payment. Now that the factory has been raided, those drug lords who stayed in Hong Kong are definitely going to be restless!
He wouldn't be afraid if it were the police; he has a lawyer to bail him out. But these foreigners are here to kill him.
As for repaying the money? The Mexicans wanted the goods, not the money. After such a huge blunder, Prince Tai knows them well; he's finished this time.
"Damn it, Fat Mosquito, you and the brothers hold them off for now! Also, tell Skinny Horse to park the car in the backyard... I'll hide for a bit."
After giving his instructions, Prince Tara opened the bookcase, inside which was a safe.
He stuffed stacks of banknotes into his briefcase and hurried toward the underground garage. Gunshots could be faintly heard at the villa entrance, so he quickened his pace.
A silver sports car was already parked at the garage entrance, but strangely, none of Skinny Horse and his henchmen were there.
The nervous Prince Tai didn't think too much about it and opened the back of the carriage, struggling to put the suitcase full of banknotes inside.
Then I opened the driver's side door and was about to start the engine.
But he didn't notice that a figure popped out from the back seat, and then a gun was pressed against the back of their heads.
"Where is the young master heading?"
Prince Tai froze. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw Wu Zhaoyong, the "water room cashier" who had taken 300,000 yuan from him a few days ago in order to kill Song Zhaowen.
"Wu...Wu Zhaoyong! Are you fucking crazy?! You took my money and you dare to turn against me?! Who sent you? Song Zhaowen? How much did he pay you? I'll pay double! Triple!"
Wu Zhaoyong's lips twitched, but thinking of that man's methods, his mind immediately cleared: "Although I am greedy, I value my life even more; I'm sorry, that Prince is really too ruthless."
"Drive! Follow the route I told you..."
Prince Tai gritted his teeth, cold sweat soaking the back of his shirt. He knew that Wu Zhaoyong, a desperate criminal who did things for money, was truly capable of firing a gun.
Left with no other choice, they had to follow Wu Zhaoyong's orders.
Half an hour later, the silver sports car drove to Shek O Dog Park.
Wu Zhaoyong pressed a gun to the back of Prince Tai's head and forced him out of the car. The air at Shek O Dog Farm still carried the stench of last night's blood. The warehouse door was wide open, revealing a scene of utter chaos; although the ground had been washed with water, dark brown bloodstains remained.
"Go in." Wu Zhaoyong gave him a push.
Prince Tai staggered into the warehouse. In the dim light, he saw a broken wooden table in the center of the warehouse, which had been moved from the dog farm guard's hut. A man was sitting at the table, slowly wiping a pair of brass knuckles with a cloth.
It was Song Zhaowen.
Hearing footsteps, Song Zhaowen raised his head, his gaze calm and unwavering, yet it sent a chill down the spine of Crown Prince Tai.
Wu Zhaoyong put away his gun: "Hard Fist Wen, I don't owe you anything anymore."
Song Zhaowen gestured for him to leave: "Take care, Brother Jiaqian, I won't keep you any longer... What's about to happen is not suitable for children~"
Wu Zhaoyong didn't want to stay a second longer after he left.
With a creak, the iron gate slammed shut, and Xiao Zhuoxiao and the others blocked the exit one after another.
He noticed the unfriendly looks from the people around him.
Prince Tai opened his arms and smiled apologetically:
"Why make such a big show of it, Hard Fist Wen? We're all just out here making money. I have 30 million in my trunk, all in cash. Consider it my treat to tea. How about we wipe the slate clean and call it even?"
Song Zhaowen scoffed, "Are you crazy? Even if I kill you, the money will still be mine. Let you go? You'll come back to bite me later!"
Song Zhaowen gestured to his men to take action.
"Damn it! Kneel down!"
Unable to contain himself any longer, Xiao Zhuoxiao slammed a stick into Crown Prince Tai's knee.
He was rolling on the ground in pain, clutching his knees.
"You bastards... I am Crown Prince Hongtai... You dare to hurt me? Hongtai will not let you get away with this!"
Xiao Zhuoxiao and Feiji and others lifted Prince Tai and stuffed him into a gasoline drum.
With a mischievous grin, Song Zhaowen held a jar of honey and used a brush to smear it on Prince Tai's body, saying, "Isn't that obvious? Prince Tai is so powerful, so for me to be able to sleep peacefully in the future, I'll just have to make him feed the mice."
Pour the remaining honey over the top.
Then Xiao Zhuoxiao and the others brought over a burlap sack, inside which hundreds of rats were squeaking and chattering.
Prince Tai's face was filled with terror, but unfortunately, with a smelly sock stuffed in his mouth, he could only let out muffled screams...
The rats were poured in and then the gasoline cap was sealed on top, with several ventilation holes to prevent them from suffocating.
The rats gnawing at flesh and blood, their muffled screams like something out of a third-rate horror movie.
Prince Tai is offline!