Yu Shiting frowned. "Michael Sandberg? I've heard of that name, but can I trust him? The Foreign Devil might not risk their future for you."
Song Tianyao exhaled a puff of smoke. "Once I get to Malaya, I'll open a private bank and hand it over to him to manage. He's already agreed to come with me."
Yu Shiting nodded thoughtfully.
Xu Pingsheng chuckled softly, "We were still making plans for you, but we didn't expect you to have thought every step of the way... Indeed, Malaya is a good place to go. Remember to come back and visit us old folks sometime in the future."
Song Tianyao smiled and nodded, "Definitely."
At Kwai Chung Pier, the smell of gunpowder from bullets filled the air, gradually dissipating with the sea breeze.
Tan Jingwei was covered in blood, leaning against a warehouse, slumped on the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.
He had a bullet hole in his shoulder and another in his lower abdomen, but these were not the main reasons for Tan Jingwei's current disheveled state. The real wound that prevented him from even standing up was the one that Huang Liu had punched and broken three of his ribs, causing massive bleeding as the broken ribs pierced his internal organs.
Huang Liu's face was covered in blood, one arm was twisted at an odd angle, and a bullet had pierced his right shinbone. He could only hop towards Tan Jingwei by using his left leg.
Tan Jingwei looked up at Huang Liu, who was half-hopping and half-dragging his injured leg as he approached, and a smile appeared in his eyes. He took two deep breaths, and a whooshing sound like a bellows was being pulled from his chest. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained the snow-white shirt under his black suit.
Huang Liu pointed his gun at Tan Jingwei, the sharp pain in his arm and calf causing him to gasp and hiss, "Mr. Tam, I'm sorry! If you become a vengeful ghost and seek revenge, go find my damn boss, don't come looking for me."
Click--click--
Huang Liu pulled the trigger, but the pistol jammed at that moment.
Tan Jingwei wanted to laugh, but as soon as he made a move, blood gushed out of his mouth again.
"Damn it! Hong Kong goods really aren't effective." Huang Liu cursed as he threw down his pistol, then gave Tan Jingwei an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, Mr. Tam, I'll send you on your way in a different way. Just bear with it, it'll be over soon."
As Huang Liu spoke, he pulled out a crowbar that a dockworker had casually placed aside after using it from above the warehouse. He weighed the pure iron crowbar in one hand, then grinned at Huang Liu Tan Jingwei. With a whoosh, he smashed the crowbar down hard on Tan Jingwei's head.
Chapter 558 Malaya, A New Beginning
At St. Mary's Hospital, Huang Liu was wrapped in bandages, his injured leg in a cast, dangling in mid-air. Song Tianyao sat next to him, peeling an apple, but his poor knife skills left the apple uneven and pitted.
"Brother Six, after you recover from your injury, have you thought about where you want to go?" Song Tianyao asked without looking up as he peeled an apple.
Huang Liu's eyes widened. Although he was wrapped up like a dumpling, his voice was full of energy. "Boss, you can't be serious! Of course I'm with you! Are you tired of me now and don't want to support me anymore?"
As Huang Liu spoke, he vigorously shook his injured right leg.
Song Tianyao chuckled, examined the apple in his hand that had been peeled down to almost nothing but the core, tossed the fruit knife onto the bedside table, and then handed the apple to Huang Liu: "Hey! This is the first time I've peeled an apple for someone, you're lucky."
Huang Liu stared at the apple Song Tianyao handed him, a smile playing on his lips. He stretched his neck and took a big bite, mumbling, "Pick! Boss, you're really not suited to using a knife. I'll have to do this from now on."
Song Tianyao glanced at the apple in his hand, and Huang Liu took a bite. There wasn't much fruit left to begin with, and he swallowed it whole, core and all, chewing with relish.
"Great! Get well soon and come to Malaya with me. You won't have to do anything else; your job is to peel apples for me." Song Tianyao swallowed the rest of the apple in his hand in one bite. Seeing that there was still sticky juice on his hands, he reached out and rubbed it on Huang Liu's injured leg.
Huang Liu rolled his eyes, then his face lit up with excitement the next second. "Hey! Boss, I've heard that all the Malaysian girls have big breasts and big butts, is that true?"
Song Tianyao smiled and patted Huang Liu's injured leg with a little force, "You wish! This kind of good thing is not for you! Of course, it's for me first!"
Amidst Huang Liu's exaggerated screams, Song Tianyao laughed and stood up, "Brother Six, let's go first! I'll come visit you again in a couple of days!"
Behind him, Huang Liu shouted indignantly, "Doctor! Girl! Hey, is anyone there?! I'm going to file a complaint! My boss is abusing my injured worker!"
Song Tianyao walked out of the ward, in the corridor, Gui Zai Fang and several other members of the gang who had been assigned to protect Huang Liu looked at him with curiosity, occasionally stealing glances at Huang Liu, who was shouting and yelling in the ward.
Downstairs at St. Mary's Hospital, Lam Kong leaned against the door of an old Ford 49. A voluptuous woman in a cheongsam and high heels swayed past him. Lam Kong's eyes lit up, and he whistled at her.
The old woman turned her head, glanced at the Ford 49 that Lam Kong was leaning against, curled her lip in disdain, and turned away.
"You're so rude!" Lam Kong glared at the woman's swaying hips and waved his hand dismissively, "You're so snobbish!"
"Who dares to look down on our Chief Detective Chief Inspector Lan?" Song Tianyao's teasing voice came from behind Lam Kong.
Lam Kong hurriedly turned around, and Song Tianyao was already in front of him, looking at the woman who had just left with great interest.
"Mr. Song, I'm begging you, please change your car as soon as possible, this car is outdated!" Lam Kong patted the roof of the Ford and earnestly advised.
Song Tianyao slapped Lam Kong's hand away, seemingly afraid that he would damage his beloved car.
"Change it! Give me the money! I don't even have a hundred Hong Kong dollars on me right now!" Song Tianyao glared at Lam Kong, opened the car door and got in. He called out to the still-dazed Lam Kong, "Drive, to the Chu Family. First, borrow some pocket money from my Big Brother Chu Xiaoxin, to buy cigarettes."
Lam Kong gave a wry smile, lowered his head, sat in the driver's seat, and slowly started the car.