It struck Yang Ce that if he started from Macau's border and worked his way inward, tightening the net ring by ring until it closed around his own hotel, he could keep the target from slipping away or escaping.

It might be a little troublesome to carry out, but it would be far more reliable. At the thought, Yang Ce threw himself back into the tense work.

At a small pier in Macau, a speedboat lay moored. Liu Minggui climbed aboard with a sour look. This time, through a friend's introduction, he had been told he was working for a very wealthy boss, and that when the job was done he would receive ten million patacas. But now the job had gone wrong, and all he had gotten was a hundred thousand in getaway money.

What was a hundred thousand good for? Nothing. If he had known, he would never have taken the job. Now look at him—not only had he not gotten the money, he had to run.

And where could a hundred thousand take him? The original route had been to take a motorboat from here to Hong Kong, then from Hong Kong to Canada. But now, forget Canada—how long he could even survive in Hong Kong was anyone's guess.

Liu Minggui was seething with resentment, but what good did that do? Things had come to this, and he would just have to find another way out. It wasn't his fault he had made a mistake, was it? In a situation that urgent, mistaking the person was only natural—so why was all the blame dumped on him?

But for all his resentment, Liu Minggui did not dare show it in front of the boss. He had heard that the boss's power was frightening, and he feared that if he revealed even a hint of displeasure, he would be killed on the spot.

Before long, Yang Ce's gaze locked onto Liu Minggui's face. Yes, this was the man. He really was trying to flee Macau. Yang Ce counted himself lucky that he had changed his search method on the spot; otherwise, by the time he searched this pier, Liu Minggui would surely have been long gone.

Now that the target was found, Yang Yongjin did not dare waste another moment. He raced down from the hotel, hailed a taxi at the entrance, and sped toward the pier where Liu Minggui was.

After Yang Ce casually tossed out five hundred yuan, the driver drove like a rocket.

To be continued

857. The Chase

857 The Chase It did not take long before the car pulled up at the pier Yang Ce wanted. But by then Liu Minggui had already boarded the motorboat and was heading out to sea.

Yang Ce jumped out of the car and hurried toward the boat rental office on the pier.

"I want to rent a speedboat," Yang Minlan said to the people at the rental office.

"Do you have a license?" the rental office asked.

"No, but I have money," Yang Ce said bluntly. "I can drive a speedboat, though—you can rest easy on that."

These rental offices were all privately run, and they took such rules lightly. Hearing Yang Juehuan say he had money, the man in charge couldn't help but grin. "That's no problem. But any risk you run, you bear yourself."

Yang Yuting nodded. "Don't worry. I'll sign an agreement with you."

Yang Ce was carrying a good deal of cash today, and he simply tossed a stack of thousand-yuan bills to the owner of the rental office. The owner's eyes lit up. He pocketed the money, and without another word began barking at his men: "Go find this gentleman the best speedboat we have, and fill the tank!"

That was a full hundred thousand—enough to buy another motorboat outright. How could the owner not be pleased?

Yang Ce hastily signed a safety agreement, then took the speedboat's key and, guided by one of the men, climbed aboard. By this time, that Liu Minggui had already gotten quite far away.

Fortunately, Yang Moyi had the ability of farsight, which let him lock onto Liu Minggui's position in an instant. Yang Ce had learned to drive speedboats back during his training in Europe, and his handling was beyond question. Before long he had the engine at full throttle and was racing after Liu Minggui.

Yang Ce was fast, but Liu Minggui was no slouch either. Liu Minggui had to keep his eyes on the GPS while steering, whereas Yang Jiyan simply fixed his gaze on Liu Minggui and gave chase—which gave Yang Ce the edge in speed, and the distance between them slowly closed.

Three hundred meters, two hundred, one hundred—Liu Minggui seemed to sense a speedboat coming up behind him and glanced back, but paid it little mind. After all, this was the route to Hong Kong, and it was only natural that others should pass this way too.

Fifty meters, ten meters—Yang Ce picked his moment, leaped, and landed on Liu Minggui's motorboat.

A man had come flying down out of the sky. Liu Minggui was instantly alarmed, badly startled, and he stared blankly at Yang Ce. "You—who are you?"

"Forgetting me already?" Yang Ce planted one foot on the gunwale, looming over Liu Minggui and bearing down on him with overwhelming psychological pressure.

"You—who the hell are you?" Liu Minggui naturally did not remember Yang Ce. He had only done as the boss ordered: hit the man who had clashed with Narano Masao, then get away fast. When would he have had time to look at the man?

In fact, if Narano Masao had not first mistaken the man and stepped on Zhang Bin's foot, Liu Minggui would not have hit the wrong person either. But Narano Masao was dead, and he could hardly settle accounts with a dead man, so he could only count himself unlucky.

"You just killed someone and framed my friend, and you've forgotten?" Yang Ce seized Liu Minggui's hair with his right hand and yanked his head up, while with his left he pulled the key from the motorboat and killed the engine.

"You—you're that Yang Ce!" Liu Minggui cried out in shock, but a moment later he regretted it. By rights, he should not know Yang Juehuan at all; if he knew Yang Juehuan, that proved there was something wrong with him—it was as good as confessing.

"Good. Just as I thought." Yang Xutang grew excited at Liu Minggui's words, as though he had seized on a crucial clue. Indeed, Liu Minggui did not know him at all; the only way he could suddenly blurt out his name was if he had known him before—and that business must have had something to do with him.

Liu Minggui struggled a few times, but seeing Yang Ce's powerful build, he gave up. He was no match for Yang Juehuan at all; Yang Puqi could pin him motionless with one hand. Better not to provoke a man like that.

"Talk. Didn't you hear me?" Seeing Liu Minggui stay silent, Yang Ce grabbed him by the hair and hauled upward with all his strength.

Liu Minggui let out a howl, feeling as though his scalp would be torn off, and begged in a tearful voice: "No—no, I didn't kill anyone! It has nothing to do with me!"

"Bullshit!" Yang Ce barked. "Nothing to do with you? Believe I'll throw you straight into the sea to feed the fish right now!" As he spoke, he made as if to hoist Liu Minggui up.

"No—please, no!" Liu Minggui was terrified, his voice cracking. Regret gnawed at him—why had he done such a thing for ten million? Now look: the ten million was gone, the boss was someone he dared not cross, and this Yang Juehuan was clearly a ruthless man he was no match for.

Seeing Yang Juehuan's posture, he did not doubt for a moment that Yang Ce really could throw him into the sea.

"I'll give you three seconds. Explain yourself clearly, or else—heh heh—you can go down into the sea and enjoy what it feels like to be fish bait." Yang Ce sneered.

Liu Minggui trembled all over with fright, his breathing turning rapid, his mind racing. If he talked, Yang Ce would surely hand him over to the police.

But if he did not talk, what awaited him—he glanced at the blue seawater and could not help but shudder.

At the police station, no matter how great his crime, it would not be a capital offense—especially since he had not killed anyone at all. If it really came to sentencing, he probably would not get many years. But if he kept denying everything, Yang Ce would probably throw him into the sea on the spot.