Luo Tin-hung sat in a cargo van, holding a cigarette in one hand and occasionally glancing outside.
At the same time, he was thinking about everything that had happened to Chung Yee Shun lately.
The rest was fine; he had never been one to overthink things. But Lian Ho-tung's gambling debts had nearly driven the triad into a dead end, and that left him deeply dissatisfied.
After this job, he intended to have a proper talk with Lian Ho-lung.
He was willing to risk his life for Lian Ho-lung, but he did not want to die at someone else's hands because of Lian Ho-tung. To him, it was not worth it.
Over half an hour later, a voice reached his ears. "The truck's coming out!"
Luo Tin-hung looked up and saw a transport truck driving out of the airport. He immediately tossed away his cigarette butt and ordered, "Follow it."
Two vehicles then fell in behind the transport truck, one after the other.
The airport was in Kowloon, surrounded by busy districts, but Luo Tin-hung had no qualms at all. Before the truck had gone far, he had his vehicle overtake it and force it to stop.
Then he pulled on a hood, opened the door, and jumped out with a shotgun. He pushed upward to chamber a round and aimed at the driver and security guard inside.
Both immediately raised their hands, but that did not slow Luo Tin-hung down in the slightest.
Bang! Bang!
Two shots rang out, and both men collapsed inside the cab.
Pedestrians and motorists farther away scattered at the sight, frantically calling the police.
Then, in full view of everyone, Luo Tin-hung and his men planted a bomb at the truck's rear doors before taking cover.
Boom!
The truck's entire rear doorway warped. Luo