"That's right, a family." William grinned at Zhang Ziwei who was staring at him. "A son-in-law is also a family. Did you really get a marriage certificate with Wei Meina?"
"No." Zhang Ziwei shook his head as William stared at him maliciously. "There's no official marriage certificate in that damned place controlled by the Eight-faced Buddha. It's just a tradition."
"Haha, now you don't want to die. Someone just told me confidently that when you kill the Eight-faced Buddha, kill me too."
William smiled and the sense of danger disappeared. Zhang Ziwei heaved a sigh of relief. "F * ck you, I have no choice but to die now. Didn't I tell you before? At most, I'll go to jail in Hong Kong. My previous identity was a police officer. Even if I committed a crime when I was undercover, my sentence can be reduced. "
"Ha, buddy, I can tell that you've never been an undercover. The rules are very clear. The precondition for a sentence reduction or exemption is your superior's approval. Also, you didn't cause any harm, act on your own, or commit a serious crime. The judge won't care if you're a police officer or not. Besides, do you have a superior now?"
Zhang Ziwei fell silent. He still had some conscience. He wanted to kill the Eight-faced Buddha not only to avenge his brother, but also because he thought that he was still a police officer. As long as he killed or captured the Eight-faced Buddha, it would make sense for him to be an undercover. However, if he didn't admit that he was an undercover, it would only take a few words.
"Don't think that C1A will help you prove it. If you kill or capture the Eight-faced Buddha, C1A will be the most unhappy. I saw with my own eyes how C1A cooperated with Yue Xiao to sell flour in South America's Vilayana Island. You should know what kind of place is north of here."
"Damn it." Zhang Ziwei was a little confused. "Is there no other way? Or will you really kill me?"
"Who knows, buddy? I'm starting to like you now. If you're willing to go back to jail, I might help you reduce your sentence." William shrugged. "If you kill the bad guys, I'll pretend that I didn't see it. I might even applaud you because I've been doing this for a long time.
But selling books, abducting women and children, slaughtering living people like pigs, and buying and selling organs are the things I can't accept the most. If I let you go, I won't be able to face the people who lost their families because of flour. "
After struggling for a long time, Zhang Ziwei said helplessly, "Forget it. I'll kill the Eight-faced Buddha first. Staying in jail is better than being killed by you. Besides, I might be killed by the Eight-faced Buddha before I even get my revenge. Buddy, help me out."
"Go ahead." William nodded. If Zhang Ziwei could go back to jail, it would have nothing to do with William. That would be Hong Kong's problem.
"The Eight-faced Buddha has a batch of goods that will arrive at Hong Kong tonight. I've contacted a mafia boss called Duan Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui and asked him to snatch the goods and get rid of the Eight-faced Buddha's eldest son. As long as the Eight-faced Buddha's eldest son dies, the Eight-faced Buddha will definitely send someone to take revenge. Moreover, he'll send his son off at seven o 'clock. However, I'm worried that Duan Kun doesn't have the ability to kill the Eight-faced Buddha's eldest son."
"No problem, I'll get someone to follow up on this." William thought for a while and said, "Why don't I arrange for someone to escort Duan Kun to Vietnam or the Philippines after he kills the Eight-faced Buddha's eldest son? As long as it's not Hong Kong. Also, don't ask me why."
"It's useless. As long as Duan Kun makes a move, it doesn't matter whether he dies or not. The key is to lure the Eight-faced Buddha out of the Thai-Cambodian border. According to tradition, the Eight-faced Buddha will definitely send his son off. This is the only way to make the Eight-faced Buddha show himself. If you have any concerns, then don't interfere with Hong Kong's affairs."
After speaking, Zhang Ziwei stood up and was about to leave. William smiled and said, "Don't you want to know about your mother's situation?"
Zhang Ziwei knew what William meant. He was using his mother as a threat. "Don't worry, from the moment I started this, there was no way I could reconcile with the Eight-faced Buddha. If I don't die, then his entire family will die. I won't joke about my mother's life."
"But," Zhang Ziwei stared at William and said, "if there's no problem on my side, and it's because of you that something happened to my mother, I promise that no matter how powerful you are, I will only do one thing for the rest of my life, and that is to kill you."
"Haha, very good. Looks like I'll have to send your mother to a safer place first so that she won't have any enemies for no reason. Come, buddy, help me record a video so that your mother won't believe me when my men find her."
When he heard that he was going to record a video for his mother, Zhang Ziwei said excitedly, "How do I look now?"
"Alright, stop nagging. Hurry up."
After recording the video with his phone and watching Zhang Ziwei leave, William said to Sunday, "Was my meeting with Zhang Ziwei captured by the palace's surveillance cameras?"
"Don't worry, sir. I've already edited the video. I promise not to leave any traces."
"That's good. Why can't I find any traces of the Eight-faced Buddha after searching for so long?" William walked out of the Jade Buddha Temple leisurely, pretending to be a tourist.
"I'm sorry, sir. To me, any place without internet is a forbidden zone."
"Sigh, looks like it'll be difficult to kill the Eight-faced Buddha in three days. I hope that Chen Feng won't call me in the next few days." After walking out of the palace, William got on his motorcycle, unwilling to give up. He followed the map that Zhang Ziwei had given him and headed to the place where the Eight-faced Buddha might be.
When he arrived at his destination, he released more than ten finger-sized Black Edge drones. After five to six hours, he searched seven to eight strongholds but still couldn't find any traces of the Eight-faced Buddha. "F * ck, where is this old bastard hiding? Didn't you find any clues when you hacked into Thailand's special system?"
"I'm sorry, sir. There are very few clues. We didn't find any records of the Eight-faced Buddha."
"F * ck, do I really have to go to Spice Port?"
After thinking about it carefully for a long time, William didn't want to do it himself. If he caused trouble at Spice Port and the Chinese government found out, they might deem him as an unwelcome person. His antiques, the development of his team, the fans, and the future sales of his company's products in the Chinese government would all be affected. Since that was the case, it would be the same to kill him with a borrowed knife.
"F * ck, inform the suicide squad to gather at Tsim Sha Tsui and keep an eye on Duan Kun. They're not allowed to move without my orders. Also, hurry up and make three sets of bulletproof level four suits."
"Sir, what are the sizes of these three suits?"
"Zhang Ziwei, Su Jianqiu, and Ma Haotian. Su Jianqiu and Ma Haotian were Zhang Ziwei's former colleagues. Their information shouldn't be difficult for you."
"Understood, sir. The data has been obtained. The bulletproof suit is estimated to be completed in an hour."
"Okay, help me book a ticket to Spice Port. Can you handle the identity problem?" William asked.
"No problem, sir. Go back to the castle and get your documents. Leave the rest to me."
"Okay." William opened a portal and returned to the castle to get his documents back to Thailand. He then boarded a private jet to Spice Port.
At 11 o 'clock in the middle of the night at Spice Port, two fishing boats were using torchlights to signal each other on the surface of the sea more than ten kilometers away from Spice Port.
"Sawadika."
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