Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

Li Zhaoheng's fingertips drew five winding rain marks on the tempered glass.

The heavy rain at five o'clock in the morning enveloped the Victoria Harbour in an iron-gray curtain, and he saw his reflection on the French window shattered into countless pieces.

Wow! Wow!

The sound of police sirens penetrated the rain curtain, and the red and blue police lights formed a blood-red galaxy around the villa, approaching the villa area along the winding mountain road.

"Rebellious son! The three generations of the Li family's foundation are destroyed in your hands!" His father's roar exploded from the receiver, mixed with the sharp beep of the ECG monitor.

Li Zhaoheng gripped the handle of the gilded landline, and his knuckles turned white.

"Am I wrong? No, no! I am not wrong, the Li family will not fall, and I will not!"

Li Zhaoheng shook his head, unwilling to answer his father's call again.

Not long ago, his father Li Xiaohe called again, this time in the hospital room.

That's right, Li Xiaohe was hospitalized because of anger, and he is still doing an electrocardiogram.

The reason why he called Li Zhaoheng was simple. In addition to scolding, he was worried.

Among the three sons.

In fact, he loved Li Zhaoheng the most. ,

Click!

Li Zhaoheng hung up the phone and panted.

He didn't want to and didn't dare to listen to his father's voice again.

He walked to the French window, and the glass window reflected the new frost on his temples.

At this moment, his temples were throbbing, but his heart was as cold as death.

Lost!

He lost completely.

Sato's side was completely wiped out.

Even Sato himself was beaten into a sieve.

The Flying Tigers who fell from the sky crushed Sato.

"Du Yongxiao..."

When Li Zhaoheng rolled out this name in his throat, anger made his breathing burn.

Click, click, click!

There were footsteps coming from the spiral staircase.

Li Zhaoheng turned around suddenly--

The past emerged in his mind, and the family meeting in the revolving restaurant on the 38th floor seemed like yesterday--

Eldest brother Li Zhaoyuan splashed whiskey on his face,

Second brother Li Zhaozhen's cigar ash burned through the financial statements.

"You want to fight Du Yongxiao with our entire Li family? Who do you think you are? Superman? God? Buddha?"

The sound of raindrops hitting banana leaves suddenly became dense.

Li Zhaoheng walked to the wine cabinet, took out the whiskey and opened it and blew it hard.

He suddenly remembered Du Yongxiao's insult to him not long ago, "Why do you fight me? What do you have to fight me?"

"Yes, I should have been sober at that time, how could I fight him?" Li Zhaoheng cried and drank the liquor crazily.

"Now I lose! He asked me to play a big one, and I followed his wishes, but now I lose! I lost the entire Li family to him!" Li Zhaoheng pulled off his tie and drank the liquor again.

He drank, staggered, opened the door, and walked towards the balcony step by step.

"Du Yongxiao, you loser! I won't let you go! Yes. Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!" Li Zhaoheng cried and laughed, roared, and raged.

It was raining heavily outside.

When Li Zhaoheng's wet leather shoes stepped on the marble fence of the terrace, he saw his reflection in the rain puddle falling apart.

How could he, who was once a favored child of heaven, end up like this today?

He couldn't figure it out, and couldn't understand it.

He looked at the gold Rolex watch on his wrist.

It was a gift from his father Li Xiaohe when he successfully acquired the soda company at the age of 18.

He always wore this watch.

At this moment, the Rolex was still moving on his wrist, and the sound of the second hand beating gradually overlapped with the siren.

The villa was broken into by the police.

"Quick! Catch Li Zhaoheng!"

"Don't let him escape!"

The footsteps were chaotic.

The villa of Li Zhaoheng, which was once heavily guarded, elegant and quiet, has now become a vegetable market.

"Du Yongxiao!"

The roar was torn apart by the strong wind.

Li Zhaoheng opened his arms, and the air flow from the high altitude poured into his suit.

He saw himself at the age of 18, dressed in fine clothes and full of vigor.

He saw himself at the age of 30, roaming the business world and being invincible.

"Du Yongxiao, I'll go first! I'll wait for you below!" Li Zhaoheng showed a ferocious smile and jumped.

As he fell, the rainstorm suddenly became silent.

Li Zhaoheng heard the crisp sound of his skull smashing the rain curtain, which sounded very much like the last dice thrown in the casino that year.

...

The rainstorm just stopped,

a ray of dawn appeared in the east.

Taiping Mountain, Du's official residence.

Du Yongxiao sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, shook the red wine, and stared at the morning light outside the French window.

"Brother Xiao, this is Li Zhaoheng's autopsy report." When Zhuang Dingxian handed over the document, his finger paused for a moment on the entry "death by falling from a building".

Du Yongxiao's starry eyes flashed with cold light.

He had long guessed that Li Zhaoheng would end his life in this way, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. According to Du Yongxiao's guess, he should at least struggle for a while longer, and it would be best if he was arrested and tried -

"A lot of evidence was not used, what a pity!" Du Yongxiao shook his head, threw the autopsy report back, and turned to order Zhuang Dingxian: "Go check Li Zhaoheng's private safe. Although the Li Group is within reach, the stock price is still high--"

Zhuang Dingxian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Understood!"

...

The death of a generation of heroes, Li Zhaoheng, did not stir up much waves in Hong Kong.

Because the major media in Hong Kong tacitly kept silent about this.

It seemed as if the deceased was not a wealthy Hong Kong tycoon, a child of destiny, or the future heir of the Li family, but an insignificant homeless man sleeping in the east of the bridge.

The most common comment from the outside world on his death was four words: "It's not a pity to die!"

On the day of Li Zhaoheng's funeral, as the former largest family in Hong Kong, there were few visitors and no one came to pay their respects.

Everyone knows that Li Zhaoheng's death was caused by Du Yongxiao.

He wanted to assassinate Du Yongxiao, but failed in the end, resulting in his death, and also implicated the Li family, making the Li family a dish on the stock market. Black material emerged one after another, and the stock price plummeted. Now everyone wants to take a bite of the Li family.

The deserted scene made Li Zhaoheng's Li Xiaohe feel sad.

"Father, no one may come today." said the eldest son Li Zhaoyuan.

"Yes, father, everyone is afraid of offending Du Yongxiao now. Who dares to come to pay their respects to the third brother?" said the second son Li Zhaozhen.

Li Xiaohe was so disheartened that he had seen what it meant to be forgotten when someone leaves and everyone blames him when he falls.

Li Xiaohe looked back at the black-and-white photo of his son Li Zhaoheng placed in the funeral home, and tears fell like rain.

Just then——

"A guest has arrived!" the MC shouted.

"Anyone is coming?" The Li family looked outside in surprise.

Even the helpers at the funeral home couldn't help but look, wanting to see who was so brave that they dared to come and pay their respects to Li Zhaoheng.

A Rolls-Royce parked at the door of the funeral home under the escort of three luxury cars. ''

Du Yongxiao got out of the car after opening the door.

"Impossible, how could it be him?" the Li brothers were surprised.

The old father Li Xiaohe also looked at the visitor with a look of astonishment, suspecting that he was presbyopic and had seen it wrong.

It was not until Du Yongxiao came over, took the flowers from the person next to him, and went forward to pay tribute to Li Zhaoheng that Li Xiaohe and others finally came to their senses and realized that all this was true.

"Du Yongxiao, you——" Li Xiaohe didn't know what to say to Du Yongxiao.

The other party killed his son, but came to pay tribute.

The other party could have killed the entire Li family, so why did he come here?

Looking at Li Xiaohe with a puzzled look, Du Yongxiao put his hands behind his back: "You must be curious about why I came here?"

"Yes, I'm curious."

"That's because——" Du Yongxiao turned his head to look at the black and white photo of Li Zhaoheng, and then turned his face and said: "Death is the greatest!"