The Tyrant Billionaire-Chapter 654 Capitalist In Communist Countries

Johor is one of the largest states in Malaya, with an area of about 20,000 square kilometers. Located between Malacca and Singapore, most of Johor’s land is flat plains with gentle terrain and several rivers flowing through it, making it the most suitable place for agriculture in all of Malaya.

The state is filled with rubber plantations, estates, spice gardens, tobacco farms, and palm plantations, along with rich forest resources.

Johor Bahru City

The capital of Johor State, also known as Johor Bahru, is situated at the southernmost tip of Johor. It is separated from Singapore by just a narrow strait, and Singapore itself was historically separated from Johor.

At this moment, Abdullah Hussain Idris, his son, and several dozen of the Idris family’s supervisors and factory managers are all in Johor Bahru City. To be precise, they are in Johor Bahru City Prison.

The prison is filthy and chaotic.

There are no beds.

People can only sit on the stone-paved floor. Abdullah Hussain Idris’s son, Hafiz Idris, is in very poor condition, suffering from a high fever.

Hafiz Idris, who had worked on his father’s plantation from a young age and ate well, was a strong, healthy, and courageous young man. He led the charge during clashes with the Chinese who attempted to rob them. His bravery earned him admiration among the Idris family’s workers, who were emboldened to fight back because a member of the Idris family personally took the lead.

During the second confrontation, a chaotic brawl broke out. Though Hafiz Idris was skilled in combat, he was ambushed and struck on the head with a stick.

Fortunately, his life was not in danger.

However, after the conflict ended, Johor’s military police arrived immediately. Before Hafiz Idris could receive medical attention, he was thrown into prison. The next day, his wounds became infected, and he developed a fever that had persisted for two days.

"Bang, bang, bang~~!"

Abdullah Hussain Idris pounded on the cell door. "Someone, come quickly! Help us!"

After a while, a Malay guard approached and said, "What is it? Have you come to your senses and decided to sign?"

"My son has a high fever and needs treatment," Abdullah Hussain Idris pleaded.

The Malay guard chuckled, "Sign the papers, and you’ll be released. Then you can take him for treatment."

"This is extortion and robbery!" Abdullah Hussain Idris fumed.

The Sultans’s and the Chinese politicians goal from the start was to seize the Idris family’s assets. After imprisoning them, they approached Abdullah Hussain Idris with an agreement.

The agreement stipulated the purchase of all the Idris family’s lands, rubber plantations, estates, and processing factories in Johor for a mere £10,000.

Assets worth millions of US dollars were being offered for the price of £10,000—a blatant robbery.

The Idris family had spent three generations, spanning decades, building their business. How could Abdullah Hussain Idris bear to give it up? Naturally, he refused to sign.

His imprisonment was meant to coerce him into submission.

Now, with Hafiz Idris’s condition deteriorating, the Malays had even more leverage. Abdullah Hussain Idris’s request for medical treatment for his son was met with the demand that he must sign the agreement first.

"Sign the papers, and your son can live. You’ll also be free to leave. If you don’t sign, your son might die. What’s the use of wealth then?" The Malay guard sneered, holding the agreement in front of Abdullah Hussain Idris. Stay connected through novelbuddy

"Will you sign?"

Abdullah Hussain Idris clenched his teeth so hard they nearly shattered.

What good is wealth if you are living in a country with no human rights? At that moment, he felt like a fattened lamb ready for slaughter. Without business rights or human rights in this country, anyone could plunder his property at will.

Abdullah Hussain Idris was unwilling to accept this fate.

Seeing Idris remain silent for a long time, The Malay guard smirked, turned to leave, and said mockingly, "Don’t sign? Fine, let’s see how long your son lasts. He probably won’t make it another day or two."

The Malay guard was nearly at the door when Abdullah Hussain Idris glanced at his son, whose lips were parched from the fever. His heart filled with anguish.

Yes, if his son died, what would money matter?

"Wait, I’ll sign," Abdullah Hussain Idris finally uttered the humiliating words.

The other plantation supervisors and managers in the nearby cells lowered their heads in silence.

They couldn’t outmatch their oppressors, after all.

The Malay guard grinned triumphantly, turned back, and approached Abdullah Hussain Idris’s cell. "That’s more like it. Sign the papers, and you’ll all be free to go."

He slid the agreement through the bars along with a pen.

Abdullah Hussain Idris’s hand trembled as he held the pen. A bitter taste churned in his heart as he gritted his teeth and signed his name.

The papers were signed at last.

He handed the agreement to the man.

"Can you release us now?" Abdullah Hussain Idris asked.

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The Malay guard inspected the signature, folded the agreement, and slipped it into his pocket. With a smirk, he said, "Wait until we’ve processed everything."

Abdullah Hussain Idris’s eyes widened.

He felt deceived.

Gripping the bars tightly, he shouted, "My son has been burning up for two or three days. He needs immediate treatment! You said you’d release us after I signed!"

"Did I? I don’t recall saying that," The Malay guard replied smugly.

"Scoundrel! You liar!" Abdullah Hussain Idris cursed furiously.

Normally a composed and refined man, Abdullah Hussain Idris rarely lost his temper. But this time, his anger boiled over, as he felt utterly betrayed.

"I’ve already handed over my family’s assets! What more do you want?"

Abdullah Hussain Idris reached out to grab The Malay guard, but the latter dodged. A nearby prison guard, seeing the commotion, stepped in with a baton and jabbed it hard at Abdullah Hussain Idris, forcing him to retreat.

Abdullah Hussain Idris, consumed by rage, didn’t even register the pain. He only wanted to catch the despicable man and make him pay.

Seeing this, the other Idris family supervisors quickly pulled Idris back. "Mr. Idris, please, calm down!"

They feared he might be beaten to death as well.

The Malay guard, thoroughly pleased, sneered at Abdullah Hussain Idris’s disheveled state. No matter how wealthy and capable these capitalists were, they still ended up under his control.

With that, The Malay guard walked away.

Abdullah Hussain Idris knelt beside his son, whose pale face was filled with pain. Tears streamed down Idris’s face. He regretted losing his family’s fortune but hated himself even more for his lack of foresight. He had assumed the communists wouldn’t go to such extremes and believed survival was still possible.

But now, it was clear.

They wanted to push him to the brink.

This tragic fate was the result of his poor judgment, his weakness, and his naive belief that people still possessed a shred of conscience.

Yet, he now understood that this world was full of wolves, all eager to devour him and seize his properties.

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