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In that complex and ever-changing, dog-eat-dog world, he relied on his extraordinary courage and strategy to fight his way through the ranks and carve out his own territory.
For a long time, he was aloof and arrogant, which established his great prestige in the martial arts world. He also valued his reputation more than his life.
For him, prestige and status were the medals he had earned throughout his life, and the bottom line that no one or nothing could trample on.
Now, to ask him to do something that would damage his dignity and reputation would be a blatant desecration of all his past glory. The pain he would feel would far exceed any physical blow, as if he were being dragged down from the clouds and smashed to pieces. It would be more unbearable than taking his life.
After all, under the sweeping tide of the times, their family's past glory gradually faded, and their power was not what it used to be.
Back in the day, they were incredibly powerful and influential in the business world, wielding immense power and influence.
However, as time went by and the market changed rapidly, new forces emerged like mushrooms after rain, taking away the cake that they once monopolized, and the family business suffered repeated setbacks under the impact of these challenges.
But "even a starved camel is bigger than a horse." In the land of Haojiang, which has been steeped in history for many years, they are like an ancient tree with deep roots that have been entrenched for a long time. Every root is deeply embedded in this land, and they have countless connections with various forces.
Over the years, through numerous business deals and collaborations, they have woven a complex network of connections, maintaining relationships with many key figures in the local political and business circles, with intertwined interests.
With their extensive network of contacts and complex interests, they still wield considerable influence and can continue to stir up trouble and create significant waves in various fields such as real estate development and entertainment gambling, making them a force to be reckoned with.
When He Xian's phone rang abruptly, the teahouse private room fell silent instantly. Everyone stopped what they were doing, their eyes involuntarily focusing on the buzzing telephone.
In an instant, a bone-chilling cold surged from the depths of everyone's hearts, as if they had been unexpectedly doused with a bucket of ice water in the dead of winter, leaving them feeling icy cold all over.
Some people shivered involuntarily, some turned deathly pale instantly, and everyone felt a chill run through them, as if they had fallen into an endless ice cellar, with the cold spreading from their hearts to their entire bodies.
Everyone knew that this phone call was too suspicious and was probably the prelude to an even bigger storm.
The area of Haojiang is small, with a total area of less than 30 square kilometers. On that giant map that shows the whole landscape, it occupies only a tiny space and is hard to attract people's attention.
Its permanent population is only two or three hundred thousand, which is quite rare in a large population environment.
Walking through the streets and alleys of Haojiang, compared with those densely populated metropolises, one can clearly feel a rare tranquility and spaciousness.
However, Hong Kong, a small place, is densely populated, has a complex topography, and is crisscrossed by roads amidst its many buildings.
Finding the missing Lubadu in just three to five hours, like searching for a needle in a haystack, is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task that is almost impossible to accomplish.
The level of difficulty is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Even experienced professional search and rescue teams would feel helpless and terrified in the face of such a challenging situation.
After all, they were not well-trained, disciplined professionals. They were neither equipped with advanced tracking equipment nor possessed professional investigative skills, making them vastly different from regular police forces.
Over the years, they have indeed accumulated certain abilities and unique skills through their own experiences, and have shone brightly and played a key role in certain situations.
But times have changed. Faced with such a thorny and intractable situation, those abilities that were usually quite useful are now like a spent arrow, powerless and stretched thin.
Faced with such immense difficulties, their efforts were like ants trying to shake a tree—insignificant and unable to budge an inch, leaving them feeling helpless and powerless.
Moreover, this kind of search for someone is extremely sensitive, involving many privacy issues, so how can one easily ask others for help?
After all, you can't see into someone's heart. No one knows if the person seeking help will take the opportunity to cause trouble, deliberately trip them up for their own benefit, or leak the matter, adding more trouble during this sensitive period and making the already complicated situation even more difficult to manage.
In the chaotic world of Haojiang, it is not difficult for those meticulous and shrewd behind-the-scenes forces to successfully conceal a person.
The streets and alleys of Haojiang are like a maze, with narrow and cramped lanes crisscrossing each other, and every corner and fork in the road seems to hold a secret.
Those experienced and shrewd individuals know every secret of these alleys. They only need to lead their target into them under the cover of night, and they can disappear without a trace in the intricate network of alleys.
Besides the alleyways, Haojiang also has many warehouses hidden in the shadows of the city.
These warehouses are mostly far from bustling streets, surrounded by weeds and high walls, and rarely visited by people.
The warehouse was dark and gloomy, with countless hiding places among the mountains of goods.
With a little effort, a person with a purpose can place their target here. Even if the outside world is turned upside down, this place will remain an isolated island, completely undetected.
Even more surprisingly, in the hidden corners of Macau, there are some meticulously disguised private residences.
These residences appear ordinary on the outside, no different from ordinary houses, but their interiors are surprisingly spacious and secluded.
From the discreet access control system to the specially designed interior layout, every detail reflects the owner's meticulous attention to detail.
For those who are determined to hide others, these private residences are an excellent choice, allowing the target to disappear without a trace, as if they had never existed.
Chapter 579 Gunfight
At this point, only a few hours remained until the final deadline, and time slipped away like sand through one's fingers.
Every tick of the clock felt like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's hearts hard, causing their heartbeats to quicken and their anxiety to surge like a tide, growing ever stronger.
A heavy shadow of despair hung over everyone's heart, as if a dark, impenetrable sky was looming overhead. The oppressive atmosphere seemed to squeeze out the last breath from one's chest, making it hard to breathe.
The heavy atmosphere in the conference room was like an impenetrable net, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
The attendees frowned, some resting their chins in their hands in deep thought, others scribbling and drawing on paper, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.
Everyone racked their brains, searching their minds, but they only felt as if their brains were tightly bound by a tangled mess. Every time they tried to sort out their thoughts, the mess became even tighter, showing no sign of loosening.
Faced with this thorny problem, they were at a loss, completely unsure where to begin, like a lone boat lost in the dark, isolated and helpless.
That feeling of powerlessness was ever-present, clinging tightly to everyone, dragging them into a deep abyss of helplessness and confusion from which they could not extricate themselves.
Ye Han was unwilling to give up, his heart was struggling like a trapped beast, how could he give up this crucial gamble that concerned life and death so easily.
He clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged out from the effort, his facial muscles twitched slightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and the resolute look in his eyes grew even stronger.
After much deliberation, he decided to take a gamble and send out all the manpower he could mobilize.
Those brothers who had followed him for many years, some skilled at gathering intelligence and others adept at using force to intimidate, were now all on whom he placed high hopes.
Ye Han secretly hoped that even the slightest miracle could happen, that he could find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation that seemed to be completely shrouded in darkness, and break free from this suffocating predicament.
He Yuzhu felt utterly humiliated, his heart filled with resentment like a surging tide, churning within him, yet with nowhere to vent it.
He thought this investment would go smoothly, but unexpectedly, the capital chain broke, the partner betrayed him, and the approval of key projects was inexplicably shelved. Each and every one of these events was like a heavy blow, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
Now, he is in a dilemma, with obstacles in front of him and no way out behind him.
The reason for this predicament is the result of the intertwining and combined effects of many factors, which are like a complex net that has trapped him firmly, leaving him unable to move.
He practiced martial arts from a young age and developed superb skills. His punches and kicks were powerful and fierce. In the past gang battles, he relied on his skills to act like a god of war. Wherever he went, his opponents were defeated and he made a name for himself.
But now, he has reached a stalemate in finding the person.
This vast sea of people is like an invisible swamp; even if he had the power to move mountains and fill seas, he would still find it difficult to locate his target.
At this moment, he was like a majestic tiger who had accidentally fallen into a swamp. He struggled with all his might, but the mud kept pouring in. Every struggle was in vain. He could not move forward and instead sank deeper and deeper. All his strength was being quietly swallowed up in the swamp, and he could not change the clueless situation in front of him.
To make matters worse, He Yuzhu knew absolutely nothing about Portuguese.
At that time, Portuguese was one of the official languages in Macau and was widely used in many key areas such as business and government.
The language barrier made He Yuzhu feel as if he were blindfolded and in deep darkness, with every step he took filled with unknowns and difficulties, making it almost impossible for him to move forward.
Even though he had some knowledge of Portuguese, writing tender documents required not only a deep understanding of professional knowledge but also meticulous and precise wording. A slight mistake could cause the entire bidding project to fail.
This is not something that ordinary people can handle; the professional terminology and precise expression of business terms involved require a great deal of accumulation and experience.
These numerous difficulties, like three towering mountains, weighed heavily on He Yuzhu's shoulders, making it hard for him to breathe. However, in this ever-changing business world, for the sake of his goals and future hopes, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and persevere.
He Yuzhu's gaze was fixed on Lin Wanting beside him, his eyes filled with resentment and urgency, like a drowning person desperately grasping at the last straw, trying to find a glimmer of hope to turn the tide.
His gaze was burning hot, filled with an almost desperate expectation, as if if he stared at her long enough, he could find the key to breaking the deadlock in her.
His arms trembled slightly, his movements as slow as if bound by the shackles of time, every muscle movement appearing incredibly difficult.
He slowly reached out his hand, which seemed to bear a heavy burden, and slowly probed into the depths of his pocket.
A moment later, he finally pulled out the pair of socks—the same pair that Lin Wanting had sworn she had never worn.
At this moment, the surrounding noise seemed to have faded away, and the whole world seemed to consist only of him and the pair of socks in his hand.
In his eyes, the socks were like a drowning person's last piece of driftwood, carrying his only hope of finding a clue.
He stared intently at the socks, his eyes filled with determination and resolve, as if a burning gaze could unlock the secrets to the mystery and reveal the key information to solve his current predicament.
"Are you sure you really don't know where Gao Kening has hidden places?"
He Yuzhu stared intently at the other person with piercing eyes, his tone so urgent it was almost frantic. The words were practically squeezed out from between his teeth.
His hands clenched involuntarily, trembling slightly.
His voice trembled slightly due to extreme nervousness and overflowing anticipation.
It's as if the answer that's about to be revealed is not only the key to unraveling the mystery, but also like a lifeline, directly related to life and death.
Lin Wanting shook her head helplessly, her dark eyebrows furrowing slightly, her delicate face filled with a sense of helplessness.
She looked around at the bustling streets, the unfamiliar buildings, and the unfamiliar people, all of which made her feel lost and disoriented.
She sighed softly, her voice tinged with weariness and helplessness, and said slowly, "This is my first time here, and I don't know anyone here."
"Look around here, there are tall buildings everywhere, and the streets are intricate and complicated. Every place feels unfamiliar."
"I haven't even figured out the roads around here yet, so how would I know if Gao Kening has any other secret locations?"
Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu's heart sank. The flame of hope that had been burning brightly in his heart, full of anticipation, was as if it had been quietly blown away by a sudden cold wind, and its light inevitably dimmed a little.
But He Yuzhu has always been a stubborn person. His indomitable spirit is like a pine tree deeply rooted in the rocks, never bowing its head easily no matter how fierce the wind and rain.
He gritted his teeth, feeling somewhat disappointed but unwilling to give up. In this dark and hopeless situation, he clung tightly to that tiny sliver of hope, fantasizing that a miracle might happen.
In an instant, a ray of light flashed across his dim eyes like a shooting star. He seemed to be a drowning man desperately grasping at the last straw, his hands trembling slightly involuntarily.
Then, he took a step forward, his tone urgent and demanding, and asked in rapid succession, "What about your senior brothers? They've been in this industry for so many years, they've seen it all."
"Maybe they know the intricacies behind this, and are aware of those hidden, unknown clues. Think about it, have they mentioned anything similar?"