In the mountains in eastern Hong Kong Island, several young men lounged in the sun outside a dilapidated house.
A young man in a suit walked back, swearing as he went. It had rained just yesterday, leaving the mountainside muddy. His new leather shoes were barely recognizable.
The young man in the suit reached the others, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed them around before saying, "Those two inside are no use anymore."
"Finally! Stay here any longer and I'll start growing mushrooms!"
"Fuck, I've been emptying their piss and shit for a month! I've never even waited on my own mother like that!"
One young man immediately got up, drew a gun from his waistband, and headed toward the house.
"I'll go finish them off!"
His face was full of eagerness. At last, he could kill those two.
No more staying in this mountain hole.
"Who said anything about killing them? The boss said to let them go!" the young man in the suit hurriedly said.
"Shit, why didn't you say so? Lucky bastards!" The young man immediately tossed his gun onto the nearby table and slumped back into his chair, no longer inclined to move.
A moment later, a man wearing a hood pushed open the door to the inner room. Inside an iron cage were two men reeking all over.
They were Ye Rongtian and his driver.
Ye Rongtian was a complete mess, his hair and beard disheveled, his eyes lifeless. Where was the billionaire he had once been? He looked worse than a beggar on the street.
Over the past month, he had shouted and begged, but his captors had always turned a deaf ear, as though they couldn't hear him.
He didn't know how long they intended to keep him locked up. He