"Han lost possession of his bag during the chase. We couldn't wait because the cops were on us," Lee said, pointing at Han.
"What did you just say? You mean you lost your money? Well, it has nothing to do with me," Chan replied coldly as he picked up his bag and walked into the mini club.
Chan entered the office and dropped the heavy bag on the boss's table. This time, he looked different—tough, like someone who had been doing this job for years.
"Hm, I like that expression on your face," the boss said.
"There's your money. It's a done deal," Chan replied in a cold tone.
Han and Lee walked in. Lee dropped his bag on the table just like Chan, but Han stood empty-handed, his head lowered.
"Hm… what are you waiting for, Han?" the boss asked.
"Boss… it's a red code for me," Han said, stuttering. Red code meant a failed job.
The boss slammed his hand on the table.
"It's a red code, and you still have the guts to walk into my office? You're lucky I'm in a better mood than I was an hour ago. Get out of my sight now!" he barked.
Han quickly left the office.
The boss turned to Lee and Chan and grinned coldly. "Good job, boys." He clapped twice, and two muscular men entered the room and carried the bags away.
"I'll be right back," the boss said as he walked into another room with them.
Chan and Lee stood silently for a few minutes. Soon, the boss returned, and the same men followed him, carrying the bags back and placing them in front of Chan and Lee.
"It's a done deal. Forty percent, as promised," the boss said, stretching out his hand. He shook hands with both of them.
Chan froze for a moment, his mind racing with joy. He was finally going to pay his mother's hospital bills and support his little sister's school fees. For the first time in his life, he felt proud of himself.
"Thank you, boss," Chan said repeatedly with a wide grin.
He picked up his bag and left the office. At the exit, he saw Han leaning against the van, head down, smoking a cigarette. Chan walked past him without saying a word.
"Hey, Han," Lee called out.
Han looked up, walked over to Lee, and they exchanged a few words before heading back into the club.
Chan stood by the van, ignoring them. All he could think about was getting to the hospital to settle his mother's bills.
After a while, Han and Lee came back out. Chan waited for them—he couldn't take a cab carrying that much money.
"Hey man, you good?" Lee asked.
"Yeah. Let's just go. I've got important things to take care of," Chan replied.
"Man, you were on fire. I didn't know you had that in you. Keep it up," Lee said, tapping Chan on the shoulder.
They all got into the van. The atmosphere inside was mixed—joy and tension.
Chan kept smiling to himself, knowing the money in his bag would solve many of his problems.
"Stop the van," Han suddenly ordered.
The van stopped immediately han stepped out. Lee followed. "I'm going to do this peacefully because you've been a good boy," Han said.
Chan frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"I know you're confused. Hand over the bag, Chan," Han said coldly.
"What the hell do you mean? Whose bag?" Chan snapped.
"I know you're not stupid. Don't make this harder than it has to be," Han said as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Chan.
"Lee, what the hell is this? Don't just stand there—take the gun from him!" Chan shouted.
But Lee stepped back silently.
That's when Chan realized… this was planned.
"Lee… you're really going to let this happen?" Chan asked, his voice breaking as tears filled his eyes.
"Enough talking. Hand over the bag, or I won't give you time to pray," Han said.
Chan hesitated. If he gave up the bag, his mother would die. If he fought back, he would get shot.
"At least… can I take a stack? They're all in ten-thousand bundles," Chan pleaded.
"Just hand over the bag and step out," Han replied.
Slowly, Chan let go of the bag and stepped out of the van, staring at Lee in disbelief.
Han and Lee got back into the van.
"What do we do with him now?" Han asked, still pointing the gun at Chan.
"Just let me go. You already have the money," Chan said, terrified.
Han looked at Lee, then back at Chan.
"I'm sorry."
Bang! Bang!
"What did you do?!" Lee shouted. "Just take the money, don't kill him!"
Chan collapsed to the ground, his breathing fading.
"Let's go. What's done is done," Han said coldly.
"We can't leave him here. We need to get rid of the body," Lee said.
"The river," Han suggested.
"Yeah… good."
They carried Chan into the van and drove to the riverside. Without hesitation, they threw his body into the water.
Lee looked back briefly. "I'm sorry, Chan."
"Let's go before someone sees us," Han said.
They drove off thirty minutes later, Chan's body floated in the river, lifeless and pale.
A fisherman on the other side spotted him. He looked around nervously—no one was there.
At first, he hesitated… but then he made up his mind.
He dived into the water and pulled Chan out. He checked his pulse nothing chan was dead.
The man carried him into his truck and drove home. Inside, he laid Chan on a table, thinking.
Then, an idea struck him.
He walked to a safe, entered a code, and a hidden door beside his closet opened—revealing a laboratory filled with advanced equipment.
The man was no ordinary fisherman. He was a scientist.
He placed an iron helmet on Chan's head and began programming. Opening a small box, he took out a chip.
After activating it, he removed the bullets from Chan's chest and implanted the chip.
The chip dissolved into tiny particles inside Chan's body.
The man had worked on this technology for years. His previous attempts had failed—the chip was too powerful and killed its subjects. After one incident made headlines in New York, he disappeared and relocated to Hong Kong.
This version… was his final work.
Since Chan was already dead, he decided to take the risk. Moments later, a notification appeared on the screen:
Analyzing…
After a few minutes. Everything went dark.