Hong Kong variety show: My handsome son, Kwan, is a master at making money in Hung Hing.

Chapter 288 This little trick is no match for me.

One of the blond-haired men grabbed Ah Hai's wheelchair, his smile revealing a malicious intent.

"Senior Brother, you've already displeased Father, so don't waste your time here."

Huang Mao pushed Hai down the steps, and Hai, along with his wheelchair, rolled down the stairs until he finally fell to the ground.

Looking at the senior brother Huang Mao in front of him, he showed a disdainful expression. If Ah Hai's legs hadn't been crippled, Huang Mao wouldn't have had the chance to stand out.

After everyone left, Ah Hai supported himself to straighten the wheelchair, and then struggled to sit down.

He still looked dejected as he slowly pushed his wheelchair away from the hotel where the banquet was being held.

When he walked out of the hotel through the back door, he saw his godfather, Uncle Jiang, waiting there.

"You little rascal, I'm telling you, there's no good end for thieves, but you don't believe me."

Uncle Jiang scolded Ah Hai as he walked towards the sea.

Despite his godfather's accusations, Ah Hai maintained a smile, as if it were a very happy thing.

The three people had completely different feelings towards Uncle Hua and Uncle Jiang, and the kind of kinship that could only be felt with Uncle Jiang.

"Alright, I'm telling you, you don't need to go back to your godfather. Just stay with me. The money I got from the police station is enough to support you!"

Uncle Jiang pushed Ah Hai's wheelchair directly towards his car.

Ah Hai felt a warm feeling in his heart, but he couldn't completely agree to Uncle Jiang's request yet.

"Wait a little longer, after I get my revenge, I'll live a good life with you."

Ah Hai said to himself.

The next day, in Uncle Hua's room, Ah Zhan took the key that Uncle Hua handed to him.

"If this is the key to the safe that was replicated based on the mark you obtained, be very careful, the security there is very tight."

While speaking, Uncle Hua didn't forget to pat Ah Zhan on the shoulder.

"Actually, I think you are more suitable for Hongdou than Ahai."

A simple sentence caused a strange look to flash in A-Zhan's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Don't worry, bro, I know what to do."

Ah Zhan left the house with the key, and after Ah Zhan disappeared, the smile on Uncle Hua's face also vanished.

"Arrange for someone to take him back as soon as he takes the painting out of the vault."

Uncle Hua turned to look at the blond-haired man beside him and said in a cold tone.

Huang Mao nodded, and then went to arrange the follow-up matters.

"Private Marseille..."

Upon arriving at the entrance of the auction, A-Zhan pretended to bump into a guest from an island nation by accident.

Using the newspaper in his hand, Achan stole the customer's name tag.

It was a skill they had practiced since childhood, and it was also their first lesson that left a deep impression.

Because none of them could meet Uncle Hua's requirements during the first practice session, the three of them suffered the most severe punishment.

"I'm not going to think about those things anymore..."

When A-Zhan came to his senses, his body trembled involuntarily. He then shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind.

On his way to the safe, A-Zhan set up one trap after another, and finally chose to hide himself in an inconspicuous house.

It wasn't until evening that A-Zhan finally chose to come out of that house.

Once he was sure no one was around, A-Zhan went to the door of the vault.

"This little trick is no match for me."

A-Zhan looked at the numeric keypad in front of him, tore off a piece of transparent tape, and stuck it directly onto it.

Then, based on the location of the fingerprints, arrange all the passwords.

Ultimately, the machine for cracking the code was directly connected to the cipher machine, and the door was opened in just a few seconds.

Then A-Zhan closed the door and groped his way further inside.

On the other side of this security door is not a storage room, but another layer of security, which is much stricter than the outside.

While walking, A-Zhan suddenly heard something behind him making a sound like it was rubbing against the ground.

Azhan knew the sound very well, because it was the sound of his xylitol chewing gum rubbing against the ground.

The reason for doing this is simply to determine when someone might appear behind me. Since I'm on a mission alone now, I naturally have to be more careful.

Hearing footsteps behind him, A-Zhan quickly dodged to the side.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, a security guard appeared in front of Azhan.

Azhan seized the opportunity to knock the other person unconscious and dragged the security guard to a nearby storage room.

"Take a good rest here first, and leave the patrol work to me."

After a series of close calls, Ah Zhan finally arrived at the door of the last vault.

Looking at the complex arrangement in front of him, A-Zhan turned on the walkie-talkie and shouted into the microphone.

"Ah Hai! You haven't passed out in your sleep, have you?!"

Ah Hai, who was lying in the disguised broadcast van, was awakened by Ah Zhan's voice. Ah Hai shouted into the microphone with an angry expression on his face.

"Can't you just let me rest for a bit?!"

"Rest my ass! Get back to work!"

While speaking, A-Zhan attached the signal transmitter to the top of the safe, and A-Hai used the sound transmitted back by the signal receiver to crack the safe.

The safe door was opened in less than a few minutes.

A-Zhan immediately crawled inside and quickly found the painting.

While Azhan was dismantling the painting, the door of the broadcast van was also opened.

"What are you doing here?"

Seeing Uncle Jiang's angry expression, Ah Hai quickly waved his hand.

"Keep your voice down, godfather. I'm doing a radio program for the children at the orphanage."

While they were still trying to figure out how to fool Uncle Jiang, several dark figures entered the building without their noticing.

"Luckily, you didn't plan to steal the painting. The security system inside has been upgraded. As soon as the painting is taken down, the vault door will close immediately!"

Uncle Jiang sat down next to Ah Hai and said with a smile.

"Godfather, can you hold my place for a bit while I go pay the water bill?"

Leaving Uncle Jiang alone in the car, Ah Hai hurriedly steered you toward the building.

At that moment, A-Zhan had found the painting that he knew all too well. The instant he cut the painting off, the vault door closed.

Ajahn lay in the vault.

As time went on, the expression on his face gradually became somewhat troubled.

Because this safe is completely sealed, the oxygen content inside is also limited.

Azhan is now in a state of oxygen deprivation.

"Ajahn! Ajahn! Ajahn!"

He didn't even know when he had figured it out. He knocked on the door of the huge vault while calling out A-Zhan's name.

Although A-Zhan heard A-Hai's voice, the prolonged lack of oxygen prevented him from easily uttering any words.

Meanwhile, outside, Ah Hai encouraged Ah Zhan to persevere while sticking clay explosives to the vault door.

The simplest and most direct way to open this vault is to use clay explosives to blow open the door of the dangerous vault.