Zhou Weilong weighed it again and again and finally accepted Xu Siqi's suggestion.
If it were a few thousand dollars, he wouldn't be able to take it lightly. Fifty thousand dollars, no matter where in the world, was a huge amount of money that was hard to refuse.
Xu Siqi was secretly happy. This matter was very beneficial to him. As long as he could successfully get the money, he would have caught Zhou Weilong's hand.
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Early the next morning.
Liang Hongzhi had breakfast and took a car to Citibank again.
To withdraw such a large amount of money, you need to call the bank in advance to make an appointment to avoid insufficient cash reserves at the time.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Mr. Liang, which way should we go?"
"Go around the small east gate."
The last time he was frightened on Petain Road, Liang Hongzhi was already frightened. If it weren't for the fact that he had to withdraw too much at one time and had to be present in person to sign for approval, he would not even want to leave Hongkou.
Xiaodongmen is close to the Chengxiang area, and there are relatively few vehicles on the road. If someone tries to follow it, it will be easily discovered.
Along the way, the car was driving rapidly.
"Is there any problem?" Liang Hongzhi asked.
The bodyguard had been observing for a while and said firmly: "Don't worry, everything is normal."
Another bodyguard said: "Wang Guanqiao wants money, so he won't change his mind midway, right? This guy is a bit crazy, but he is still very trustworthy."
Liang Hongzhi snorted coldly: "I don't want to leave my life to the so-called faith. Besides, how much is the faith of Madman Wang worth? It's better to believe in him than to believe in yourself!"
"You are right."
"Mr. Liang is right..."
The two bodyguards echoed, they were actually very nervous, and what they just said was just to relieve themselves.
Facing the feared King of Assassins, no one dared to take it lightly. All the Japanese generals lost their lives, let alone a mere Liang Hongzhi.
Soon, the car arrived at Citibank.
Accompanied by the bank's assistant manager, Liang Hongzhi signed the confirmation form. The bank even sent people to take photos and archive them on site, mainly because the amount of the withdrawal was so large.
Fifty thousand silver dollars were neatly stacked, packed into two large suitcases, and stuffed into the trunk of the car.
Under Yang Xiangli's attention, the car slowly drove away from Petain Road.
Liang Hongzhi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "As long as we get to Hongkou, nothing will happen. Speaking of which? Crazy Wang is also a believer..."
The bodyguard turned around and looked for a while and said to the driver: "Slow down."
The driver immediately slowed down.
After a while, the bodyguard said again: "Speed up."
Liang Hongzhi knew? The bodyguard must have noticed something unusual? He quickly asked: "What's wrong?"
"There is a car behind us, always following us." The bodyguard looked solemn and reached out and took out his gun.
Liang Hongzhi forced himself to remain calm and tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, and said, "Don't panic? There are police patrols everywhere on the street. I don't believe that Madman Wang really dares to take action."
"Another one is coming!" the driver exclaimed.
The two cars were in the shape of a car, almost sandwiching Liang Hongzhi's car in the middle.
Liang Hongzhi gritted his teeth and ordered: "Turn left! I wonder how they can follow!"
Is there a small road on the left? As long as the car in front occupies the lane, it is difficult for the car behind to pass, so it is relatively safer.
The car drove for another ten minutes. The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said happily: "Mr. Liang? It's okay. They won't follow."
Liang Hongzhi turned around and looked for a while. The place behind him was indeed clean. The two cars that were following him just now were gone.
When encountering this kind of situation, it is difficult to make a correct judgment? Is the other party planning something evil? Or is it just a coincidence that his car is traveling along the same road.
The driver looked outside the car. The curbs on both sides were half a foot high. It was impossible for the car to turn around, so he said, "It's too narrow here. You can only turn around at the fork in front."
The words "U-turn" and "U-turn" are homophones. One of the bodyguards was not at ease at first. Hearing the unlucky words, he complained and said: "You're so damn frustrated. What do you mean by U-turn!"
Liang Hongzhi thought for a moment and said, "Can we get to Hongkou by walking directly from the front?"
The driver said: "Yes."
"Is the road easy to walk?"
"It's easy to walk. They are all on asphalt roads. However, you have to pass through Huajie. Oh, it only takes three or two minutes."
"Passing through Huajie?"
"Just pass by Songyuan, and then return to the concession via the Garbage Bridge."
"Three or two minutes, okay then..."
Liang Hongzhi was extra cautious. If there were indeed assassins in those two cars and suddenly drove towards them, it would be inevitable.
Instead of risking a U-turn and going back, it is better to continue driving all the way south.
Moreover, there are two bridges near Song Garden leading to the concession, so even if the Nationalist Government sends people to cause trouble, he can easily escape.
Song Garden is actually a private cemetery. Because it is located in a remote area and there are relatively few residents nearby, the police station used it as an execution ground.
At this time, the car drove closer, and the driver said to himself: "Why are there so many people today?"
Liang Hongzhi sat up straight, stretched his neck and looked into the distance. Sure enough, a lot of people gathered in front of Songyuan Gate, and there were police nearby to maintain order.
Seeing this scene, Liang Hongzhi couldn't help but frowned. When a car passed by the door, he must slow down to avoid pedestrians, in case there was an assassin hidden in the crowd...
He deliberately ordered the driver to go back and found a truck driving behind him, only twenty or thirty meters away from his car.
"What should I do..." Liang Hongzhi couldn't help but be in a dilemma.
In the compartment of the truck, there were twenty task force members in plainclothes sitting, and they all had short guns hidden on their bodies.
Asano Hideki was sitting in the cab, looking at Liang Hongzhi's car from a distance, murmuring: "Stupid guy, what on earth is he waiting for?"
Without putting yourself in someone else's shoes, it's difficult to truly understand how others feel.
This sentence also applies to Asano Hidejo.
A car drove up from behind, just parallel to Liang Hongzhi's car. The car's windows were open, and in the car was Xu Siqi, who was wearing a detective uniform.
A new garbage bridge has been built nearby, so there is no need to pass in front of Songyuan Gate, but if you want to return to the concession from here, you must be a public official in the concession.
Xu Siqi leaned out and looked outside, and said to the driver of Liang Hongzhi's car: "Hey, please reverse the car. I want to get on the bridge. The ground is too narrow and the car can't pass."
Liang Hongzhi knew Xu Siqi and knew that this was Detective Hua. He had an idea and quickly rolled down the window and said, "Detective Xu, what a coincidence."
"Hello, Mr. Liang." Xu Siqi greeted with a smile on his forehead.
At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd in front of Songyuan Gate, and a tied-up Qiao Zhendong was brought over, followed by a firing squad with loaded guns.