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On the night of May 11th, the streets of Beijing were deserted. Hui Jinbo and Li Junhui, following their plan, sat in a Changhe Van driven by Hubei farmer Li Deyun, armed with prepared tools such as daggers, steel pipes, and stun guns, heading towards a bathhouse.
Li Deyun was the driver Li Junhui had recruited; this simple-minded farmer from Hubei thought he was just helping out and had no idea about their true intentions. Another Hubei man, Zhao You, was also in the car, a last-minute helper Hui Jinbo had brought along.
"Old Hui, are you sure we can pull this off tonight?" Li Junhui asked nervously from the passenger seat, his palms sweating.
"Don't worry, you know how I operate," Hui Jinbo replied as he checked the steel pipe in his hands. "We've prepared for so long; tonight is the night."
However, when they arrived at the bathhouse, Hui Jinbo was taken aback. Through the glass windows, they could see shadows moving inside; at least a dozen people were bathing and chatting.
"Damn it, why are there so many people?" Hui Jinbo gritted his teeth.
Li Junhui panicked as well. "What do we do now? There are only four of us; we can't handle that many people!"
The four men began to argue in the car. Zhao You and Li Deyun had no knowledge of the specific plan; they only heard Hui Jinbo mention wanting to "make some money," and now seeing the situation made them uneasy.
"Should we just back off?" Zhao You suggested quietly. "With so many people, this could turn into a big mess."
"Back off? Are you kidding me?" Hui Jinbo snapped. "I've prepared for so long; I'm not leaving empty-handed!"
But reality was reality; four against a dozen was not a fair fight. Ultimately, they had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
In the following two days, Hui Jinbo was frantic. "No way, we need to replan," he paced back and forth in a small hotel room. "This failure was due to our lack of preparation."
Li Junhui began to regret his involvement. "Old Hui, why don't we just forget it? I have a feeling this isn't going to work out."
Hui Jinbo glared at Li Junhui with bloodshot eyes. "You want to give up now? What about your debts? What about your wife and kids?"
Realizing that having too few people was their biggest issue, Hui Jinbo started looking for more accomplices. Soon enough, he found Wang Jiangqing. This unemployed man from Jiangsu had a criminal record like Hui Jinbo and was also desperate for money.
When Hui Jinbo found him, Wang Jiangqing agreed without hesitation.
"Brother, we're in this together. If we don't do something big, our lives will be wasted," Wang Jiangqing said, thumping his chest. "This time, I'm in with you."
With Wang Jiangqing's involvement, Hui Jinbo felt a surge of confidence.
"This time, let's choose a different time," Hui Jinbo said to Li Junhui. "May 13th is a Tuesday, and there won't be many people at night. Plus, we'll prepare more professional tools."
They then began to procure the tools for their operation. In addition to the original steel pipes and daggers, they bought duct tape, masks, hats, and even prepared a stun gun.
"This time, we’ll operate masked and strike swiftly," Hui Jinbo assigned tasks to everyone. "Once inside, control everyone, grab the money, and leave—no dragging things out."
Li Junhui looked at the tools with unease. "Old Hui, this is robbery, not murder. Do we really need so many weapons?"
"Better to be overprepared," Hui Jinbo sneered. "What if someone doesn’t cooperate? We need some intimidation."
On the night of May 13th, Hui Jinbo made sure everyone wore masks and hats.
"Remember, once we go in, no one speaks; everything follows my command," Hui Jinbo reminded them firmly. "We absolutely cannot fail this time."
At 9:30 PM, the four masked men quietly approached the entrance of the Bathhouse.
This time, there were indeed fewer people inside—only a few scattered figures.
"Now's our chance!" Hui Jinbo commanded as they rushed in.
The staff and customers inside the Bathhouse were completely unprepared. When they suddenly saw four masked men armed with weapons burst in, everyone was stunned.
"Don't move! Get down!" Hui Jinbo shouted while swinging the steel pipe. "Anyone who dares to move will die!"
Under the overwhelming intimidation, the seven people inside the Bathhouse—the owner Li Guanzhong, his wife, several waitstaff, and the boiler worker—were forced to crouch on the ground.
They used duct tape and strips of cloth to bind each of the seven individuals, sealing their mouths and blindfolding them.
The entire process went smoothly; no one dared to resist.
"Where's the money?" Hui Jinbo pointed the steel pipe at owner Li Guanzhong's head.
Li Guanzhong trembled as he pointed towards the cash register.
They quickly found over 13,000 yuan in cash, along with the keys to a Xia Li sedan, a bankbook, a mobile phone, and other valuables.
“Jackpot! We really hit the jackpot!” Li Junhui exclaimed excitedly as he counted the bills. “Old Hui, we did it!”
The four of them were all thrilled as they looked at the money and possessions in their hands. This operation had gone even smoother than they had anticipated.
“Let’s go, we need to leave!” Hui Jinbo called out to everyone to get ready to depart.
But just then, an unexpected incident occurred…
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