The Tyrant Billionaire-Chapter 657 Rescue Of The Idris Family

Could it be them?

"You are—" Abdullah Hussain Idris began to ask in English, but the rescue leader cut him off.

"This isn’t the place for talking. Move immediately," the leader ordered.

Abdullah Hussain Idris realized this was indeed no place for conversation.

"My son and my supervisors?" he hesitated.

"They’ll all be rescued," the leader assured him.

Abdullah Hussain Idris felt reassured.

The other cell doors were opened, and prisoners poured out—not just the Idris family members, but also others who had been wrongfully detained. Many of them were rich capitalists, some falsely accused and imprisoned.

Several supervisors from the Idris family carried the unconscious Hafiz Idris out, and the group hurried to leave the prison. Having survived four days of high fever, Hafiz Idris’s survival was already a stroke of luck.

The rescue team leader noticed Hafiz Idris’s condition and frowned. "How is he?" he asked.

"He was injured before and hasn’t received any medical treatment. He’s had a persistent high fever since being brought here," Abdullah Hussain Idris said urgently.

The team leader raised his hand to interrupt and called out, "Medic, over here!"

A man hurried over.

He took one glance at Hafiz Idris, no more than a few seconds, then pulled out a box from his kit. Extracting a syringe, he administered a shot without hesitation.

"Done. Take him with us," the medic said.

"What medicine is that? Is that enough?" Abdullah Hussain Idris asked anxiously.

"Penicillin. Don’t worry, it’s just an infection. A couple more days on IV fluids, and he’ll recover," the medic explained briefly.

Only then did Abdullah Hussain Idris feel relieved.

The group boarded the trucks, and the rescue team quickly drove off. Meanwhile, Johor’s prison had descended into chaos. Many detainees fled their cells, rushing outside in disorder.

The prison guards, having been attacked, were either dead or wounded. Those who were neither were too terrified to act.

As for the prisoners, they prioritized their own lives and fled.

Elsewhere, at the Johor royal palace on the outskirts of Johor Bahru, a raging fire engulfed the estate, turning it into a sea of flames.

Tragically, Sultan Ismail, his two sons, and many others perished in the chaos.

The entire rescue operation lasted no more than half an hour, successfully freeing all the hostages. As for the collateral damage, it was not a consideration.

Planes returned to their airfield.

The warships that had blocked the strait withdrew.

The convoy of trucks headed toward Malacca. Along the way, the medic retrieved a full IV kit from a medical box and set up a drip for Hafiz Idris.

The vehicles jostled along the road. A few hours later, they arrived at Malacca, where the rescued prisoners were dropped off at the Idris family’s new estate. By this time, Hafiz Idris’s fever had subsided.

The Idris family members embraced and wept with joy at the sight of their leader and the heir returning safely. Abdullah Hussain Idris felt as though he had been reborn, overwhelmed with emotion. Stay tuned for updates on novelbuddy

"Second Brother, do you know who these people are?" Although Abdullah Hussain Idris had his suspicions, he still couldn’t be entirely certain.

"They’re from HD Security. Don’t you remember we’ve been paying protection fees to them? A few days ago, they approached me and had me sign another agreement. The rescue fee was $200,000. They even said we could owe it if we didn’t have the funds. They called it a ’customer benefit.’ So, I signed."

"Two hundred thousand dollars to save so many lives—it’s worth it," Abdullah Hussain Idris agreed.

"But unfortunately, I already signed away all the Idris family’s assets to the Sultan of Johor at a dirt-cheap price. To raise $200,000, we’ll likely have to sell off what little we have left," he sighed.

Azman Idris blinked.

"Big Brother, perhaps we won’t have to sell anything."

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Abdullah Hussain Idris asked, puzzled.

"Governor Hardy’s secretary personally came to see me when I signed the agreement. He mentioned, ’The $200,000 is just the rescue fee. As for the Idris family’s assets, 40% belongs to the Hardy Group. No one can touch Hardy’s properties.’"

Abdullah Hussain Idris felt a surge of excitement.

"If that’s true, giving up 40% of our assets is absolutely worth it. From now on, the Idris family will fully support this governor. We’ll relocate our family to Malacca and focus on developing our industries here," he declared.

This incident had opened Abdullah Hussain Idris’s eyes.

The communists, whether they were Chinese or Malaysians, were utterly unreliable; capitalists were greedy wolves, but at least they respected the contracts.

The Idris family would now develop in Malacca. The plantations and estates would continue to operate but would no longer be the family’s core focus.

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News of the Sultan of Johor’s family being massacred and the prison raid quickly spread. Governor Hardy had no intention of keeping it under wraps.

If secrecy had been the goal, the operation would have been conducted at night. Instead, Hardy chose broad daylight, ensuring everyone saw.

It was a show of power.

The events in Johor spread like wildfire. The next day, Malayan newspapers reported the story, causing a sensation across the region.

The Governor of Singapore was stunned.

The Idris family also read the news, and Abdullah Hussain Idris finally realized the extent of the rescue operation. It had involved warships, planes, and dozens of truckloads of soldiers.

He suddenly felt that the $200,000 rescue fee was incredibly fair.

How many people in the world could mobilize such overwhelming force for $200,000?

Not only had they been rescued, but the attackers had also bombed the Johor military camp and stormed the royal palace, killing the entire royal family.

Abdullah Hussain Idris was initially speechless with shock.

Then, he stood up, visibly moved.

"Good, good, good! Our great vengeance has been avenged. Even if I have to give up all my assets, this money was well spent—so satisfying!"

Laughter echoed through the Idris family’s Malacca estate as Abdullah Hussain Idris reveled in his triumph.

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