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Chapter 1582 Lin Kun won't live to see that day! (Please subscribe!)

After Dongzi reported the situation, the police immediately took full control of the Ge family's daily chemical factory.

After a thorough investigation, it was discovered that the factory not only produced laundry detergent, but also a product that looked almost exactly like laundry detergent, but which, when weighed in a certain amount, was enough to earn peanuts.

Although this is just a production workshop and not a finished product warehouse, the bag of 'laundry detergent' that Song San took out from the office on the third floor is enough to give everyone involved a one-way ticket.

After being taken in, Xiao Ge insisted that he knew nothing and that all the shady dealings were done by his father before his death. He claimed that he was just a college student who had recently returned to China and was preparing to start his own business.

He knew in his heart that he couldn't hide this, but even ants try to survive, so how could he expect to be treated leniently like other criminals who confess? None of the things he had done met the standard for 'leniency'—he was going to die no matter what.

But it was no use for him to deny it. Dog Brother had already become a witness for the prosecution and recounted everything that happened in the third-floor office, including the conversation in which Xiao Ge confessed to killing his father.

Dog Brother had nothing to be ashamed of. This case had little to do with him. He was a veteran gangster who was sworn brothers with Boss Ge back in the day. He didn't make a name for himself, so he worked for Boss Ge, collecting management fees for him at the dog market.

The most outrageous thing I've ever done is fighting. Before that, a few years ago I dealt in cigarettes and alcohol, but the amount wasn't large and it was all old debts, enough to get me detained for a month or two at most.

This time, becoming a tainted witness is considered a way to atone for one's crimes, and all that previous mess can be wiped clean.

After taking his statement, the police sent him home, saying they would notify him when he needed to appear in court to testify.

Dog Brother himself could hardly believe that he was released so easily.

He grabbed Dongzi, who was seeing him out, and asked in a low voice, "My case... is it really over? If it weren't such a big case, why don't they suspect me? Are they looking down on me?"

Dongzi burst out laughing on the spot, patting his shoulder and shaking his head:
"Brother, are you that concerned about saving face? What kind of good thing is this? It could cost you your head. As for why I don't suspect you, have you forgotten that I've been working undercover for you for months? Do you think I don't know what you've been up to?"

Dog Brother's eyes welled up with tears. He suddenly hugged Dongzi tightly, patted his back hard, and said in a deep voice:
"Oh, my good brother, if it weren't for you, I really wouldn't be able to explain this. Come on, let's go upstairs, ask your sister-in-law to cook a couple of dishes, and let's have a good drink together."

Dongzi laughed and broke free, gesturing with his chin towards the bureau, his tone apologetic: "With such a big case looming, I simply can't leave. Brother, you should go back soon, don't keep your wife waiting."

Dog Brother nodded hurriedly, responding with "hey hey," then turned around, took two steps, turned back again, took two more steps, and turned back again.

Dongzi waved to him from the steps, and only then did Dog Brother actually start walking.

But they hadn't gone far when they heard Dongzi shout behind them:

"Hey, let's not fight anymore. If you lose, you'll end up in the hospital; if you win, you'll go to jail!"

Dog Brother turned around, walked backwards, and waved at him with a grin, his voice slightly swaying in the evening breeze:

"Understood, we'll listen to you, brother, and we'll listen to the government!"

Dongzi watched Dog Brother's figure disappear outside the police station gate before turning around and walking inside. As soon as he turned back, he saw Captain Qin leaning against the wall of the corridor, a cigarette between his fingers, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Team Leader Qin."

Dongzi gave a heads-up; his undercover mission this time was arranged by Captain Qin.

Team Leader Qin walked up, patted him on the shoulder, and teased him with a smile:
"What, have you actually developed feelings for each other?"

Dongzi didn't hide anything, scratched the back of his head, and grinned:
"I just think that Dog Bro is a pretty good guy."

Team Leader Qin gave him a light punch in the chest, his tone casual, but his eyes were very serious:

"Be mindful of your position. Don't get too close to this kind of person."

Dongzi knew that the captain meant well for him.

Although he didn't really agree in his heart, and he felt that Brother Gou and his sister-in-law were indeed good people, he still nodded obediently on the surface.

Fearing that Captain Qin would go on and on about this topic, he quickly changed direction, lowering his voice to ask:
"Captain, how's the investigation going with those southerners?"

Team Leader Qin glanced warily at both ends of the corridor, tossed his cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out, then grabbed Dongzi's arm, his voice short and low:
"Keep your voice down. Let's talk about this in my office."

The two entered the captain's office, and Captain Qin locked the door behind him, even twisting the lock twice. Dongzi couldn't help but chuckle at his gesture.

"What's wrong, Captain? Is it really that serious?"

Team Leader Qin walked up to him, took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed it to him, and then slowly began to speak:
"No need to investigate those southerners. When you're asked to help with the sketch later, describe them in a slightly more abstract way."

"What's going on?"

Dongzi was taken aback at first, then his voice involuntarily rose half a beat, "This is a mistake!"

Team Leader Qin glared at him, lowering his voice even further, but his tone carried a hint of displeasure at being questioned:

"Shut up. Use your brain. Do you think I'd let you do something wrong?"

He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a level only the two of them could hear, speaking clearly:

"Didn't you say that those southerners seemed a bit strange in their behavior, but they were actually quite friendly to you?"

Dongzi nodded, his speech quickening:
"Yes. They knew I was an undercover agent, but they still took me with them. I thought about it carefully later, and when Song San was about to kill me, the other party suddenly made a move, which clearly meant they were protecting me."

Team Leader Qin chuckled, leaned back in his chair, exhaled a puff of smoke, and his eyes held a knowing 'I knew it' attitude.

"That's right. Those southerners are all friendly forces."

“An old classmate of mine is the captain of the Guangzhou Anti-Corruption Brigade. He called me today. Those guys are all his men, doing the same thing as you.”

Dongzi's eyes lit up, and he jumped up from his chair, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement:
"An undercover agent! I knew it! We'd have to have a drink later! You don't know, that leader is incredibly ruthless, and his methods are fucking slick."

Team Leader Qin impatiently raised his hand and pressed it down, interrupting his endless chatter:

"Stop giving me that nonsense. I'm telling you this specifically because they're investigating a major international case that's not over yet, so we absolutely can't reveal our identities right now. So don't take your description too seriously. We'll just issue a notification for assistance, that'll be enough."

Dongzi immediately raised his hand to give an OK sign and nodded decisively: "Understood."

After speaking, he leaned forward again, his eyes sparkling as he stared at Captain Qin, his barely suppressed curiosity emanating from every word:

"Captain, is this the same Mr. Li they're talking about in this major international case? Do you think we could get involved?"

Team Leader Qin was amused by his eager expression, shook his head, and spoke with a hint of sober understanding and helplessness from someone who had been through it all:
"What are you thinking? Don't be fooled by the fact that we both work in apprehension and corruption. They're from Guangzhou, and we're from a county town—do you think our county brigade is qualified to compete with them?"

Dongzi opened his mouth, then closed it again. He knew the captain was right.

Team Leader Qin stood up, his expression turning serious again. He pointed at Dongzi, then at his own chest, and said in a deep voice:

"Only the two of us in the team know about this. Don't tell anyone else."

Dongzi sensed something was off in his words, his eyes flickered, and he lowered his voice to ask, "Captain, you don't mean to suspect anyone in our team, do you?"

Team Leader Qin's expression was somewhat blurred behind the smoke, but his tone was exceptionally clear:
"It's not necessarily the team. Didn't we conduct a survey of all the hotels, guesthouses, and bathhouses in the county a few days ago, targeting those few southerners?"

Dongzi certainly remembered this incident; it happened two days after Hua Shier and his gang smashed up Song San's mahjong parlor.

He nodded, waiting for what was to come.

Captain Qin sighed and said with a wry smile, "My old classmate told me that those guys were picked up by Uncle Long that very day. Uncle Long even told them that our bureau was looking for them."

The conversation abruptly ended there, but Dongzi had already realized what was happening.

He slowly raised his head, meeting Qin's gaze, his pupils slightly contracting:
"We just started our operation, and Uncle Long already knew? Someone must have..." He paused, not explaining further, but simply pointed his index finger upwards.

Team Leader Qin immediately stopped him from continuing, his tone short and decisive:
"It's fine for us to know. My classmate's point is that he's worried about leaks on our end, which could harm those comrades. So we have to keep this a secret for now."

Dongzi was silent for a few seconds, then nodded emphatically, as if he had swallowed a very heavy promise:

"Understood, Captain. Tell your old classmate that I'll treat those comrades to drinks once the case is closed. After all, they saved my life."

Meanwhile, Hua Twelve has arrived at Harbin Airport.

He stood outside the security checkpoint, watching Mouse, Zhang Meng, Wang Shenxiu, Luo Jialong and the others walk through the boarding gate and board the flight back to Guangzhou.

He had a strong feeling that this trip to South Korea would not be peaceful, especially given his temperament abroad; he might not be able to control himself and cause a big commotion.

So he didn't want to harm these brothers, so he simply let them go back and only took Feng Yuxiu and his wife with him.

Before the last person at the boarding gate, Mouse turned back and gave him the middle finger, mouthing "Waiting for you to come back for a drink."

Hua Shier smiled and waved at him before turning and walking out of the terminal.

The phone in his pocket vibrated. Hua Shier took it out, glanced at the caller ID, a slight smile playing on his lips, and answered with a familiar, teasing remark:
"Brother-in-law, have you missed me?"

Lin Kun's hearty laughter came through the receiver; even through the phone, you could picture him lounging on the sofa with a cigar in his mouth: "You little rascal, you've got some skills, getting the money back so quickly?"

Hua Shier raised an eyebrow.

After escaping from the daily chemical factory, he took the opportunity to avoid Feng Yuxiu and his wife and report the situation to Xu Pingqiu alone. At the same time, he asked Xu to transfer three million Hong Kong dollars from the money that Nie Xiaoqian had transferred to the overseas account to Lin Kun.

That's right, Mr. Li owed Lin Kun three million Hong Kong dollars. Hua Shier collected the money in RMB, and the difference naturally went into the public coffers. Well, there's no need to be polite with these smugglers.

Lin Kun's call now means that the transfer from Lao Xu has been completed.

Hua Shier silently gave Xu Pingqiu a thumbs up for his efficiency in his heart, but his words remained nonchalant:
"So, brother-in-law, are you satisfied now? When will the five million worth of goods I ordered arrive?"

Before Lin Kun's laughter subsided, he readily agreed:
"No problem, I keep my word. I'm back on Hong Kong Island now, come over here, I promise I'll make sure everything is arranged perfectly for you."

Hua12 rejected the offer decisively:

"Sorry, Brother Kun, I have to go to South Korea now. I'll leave this business to my brothers. They can contact you or Ali later."

Lin Kun on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then his usual caution became apparent. When he spoke again, his tone was less casual and more subtly questioning:

What are you going to South Korea for?

Hua Shier did not hide anything, and there was no need to hide such a thing at all.

He briefly recounted how he encountered Da Dao on his way to collect the debt and helped Mr. Li clean up his own house. He also mentioned that the other party asked him to go to South Korea for help before they would pay him back. This mix of half-truths and half-lies was more convincing than any carefully crafted lie.

Lin Kun listened quietly, without asking for details, but simply uttered a sentence in a measured tone:
"Is there any danger? I don't want Yuanyuan to become a widow at such a young age."

Hua Shier thought to himself, "Your wife is more likely to be a widow." But he replied with a smile:

"Don't worry, brother-in-law, it's nothing."

Lin Kun on the other end of the phone resumed his cheerful tone, his laughter carrying a hint of father-in-law satisfaction:
"That's good. You little rascal, I got a call coming in, I'll call you back later."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Kun's smile vanished instantly. He stood up from the sofa, walked to the safe in the corner of the study, squatted down, turned the combination lock, and pulled out a business card with slightly yellowed edges.

He placed the business card on the table, took out another cell phone that he had never used before from the drawer, and dialed the number on the business card.

The call connected, and the other person's voice was cold and abrupt, like a sword yet to be drawn, asking in awkward Mandarin:
"who are you?"

Lin Kun leaned back in his chair, his voice steady and neither humble nor arrogant as he introduced himself:

“Miss Nie, it’s been a long time. I’m Lam Kwan from Hong Kong Island.”

As soon as Hua Shier stepped out of the terminal, Shen Xue drove the van and steadily stopped in front of him.

Feng Yuxiu pulled open the car door from the inside, poked his head out, and called out:

"Brother Long, have Mouse Brothers gone back?"

Hua Shier got into the car briskly, closed the door behind him, and nodded.

"Leave the Hong Kong affairs to them. This trip to South Korea might be dangerous—those guys are too incompetent. I'm only taking you two with me. Do you have any objections?"

Feng Yuxiu grinned, a smile that carried a ruthless edge, without the slightest hesitation:
"Don't worry, Brother Long. My wife and I aren't afraid of danger."

Hua Shier reached out and patted him on the shoulder, leaned back in his chair, and gave the order to the front:

"Ah Xue, drive. To Yanbian."

It takes several hours to drive from Harbin to Yanbian.

Halfway there, Lin Kun called, sounding relaxed, saying that the transaction would proceed as planned and that Hua Shier's people should contact Ali directly upon arriving in Hong Kong, who would make all the necessary arrangements.

And finally, he didn't forget to add a warm encouragement:

"Come back early after you're done. Yuanyuan mentions your name every day, I'm sick of it."

Hua Shier grinned at the microphone:
"Okay. I'll tell Yuanyuan I miss her too, and I'll go see her when school starts."

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Hua Shier's face faded like the tide.

Because he knew in his heart that Lin Kun wouldn't be able to wait until then.

When I spoke with Xu Pingqiu before, he told him that the Hong Kong Island police had already obtained most of the evidence against Lin Kun. Now all that was left was to find his kitchen so that the chain of evidence could be completed.

This cooperation with the mainland police has given Hong Kong authorities a breakthrough.

Lin Kun usually ships according to plan, but Hua Twelve wanted five million worth of goods at once. Although it's not a lot for a big spender, it was an unplanned order.

Therefore, after Hua Shier and his team left Phuket, Lin Kun made a special trip to the Golden Triangle to visit the general there and order a batch of raw materials.

In order to complete this unplanned project, Lin Kun will definitely go to the kitchen to oversee things personally. As soon as he makes a move, the flaws will be exposed.

Once the mainland and Hong Kong jointly complete this "shipment," it will be time to close the net.

Feng Yuxiu and Shen Xue took turns driving for several hours, and the van finally entered Yanji at dusk.

Once inside the city, Hua Shier dialed the number Da Dao had given him. The person who answered spoke with the same awkward Mandarin and told him to meet at a mahjong parlor next to a bathhouse that evening, and to say he was looking for "Lao Mian" when he arrived.

Hua Shier found it quite interesting; this trip had brought him into contact with a mahjong parlor.

That evening, at the appointed time, Hua Shier led Feng Yuxiu and his wife into the mahjong parlor.

Smoke and the sound of rubbing cards rushed towards us, and someone immediately came up to greet us:

"Playing cards? There are no seats available, you'll have to wait a bit!"

Hua Shier calmly uttered three words:
"Find Old Cotton."

The man sized up the three of them, his gaze lingering on Feng Yuxiu's face for a half-second longer, before saying indifferently:
"Come with me."

He led the three through the smoke-filled lobby, and they walked further in until they finally pushed open the door to a lounge.

A burly, rugged-looking middle-aged man was sitting at the table drinking tea from an enamel mug. Steam rose from the mug, and the aroma of tea mixed with the smell of cigarette smoke lingered in the room.

The henchman leading the way bowed slightly to the man and said, "Boss, someone is looking for you."

The man put down the enamel mug, turned around, and his gaze inadvertently revealed a fierce aura from years of licking blood from the edge of a knife.

The moment Hua Shier saw that face clearly, he raised an eyebrow slightly. Wasn't this Mian Zhenghe, the War God of Yanbian?

He grinned, flashing an innocent smile, and greeted the other person in a familiar manner.

"You're Lao Mian? We spoke on the phone today."

Mian Zhenghe glanced at Hua Shier, then at the people behind him, and seeing that he had only brought Feng Yuxiu and Shen Xue, his thick eyebrows immediately furrowed, his tone filled with undisguised displeasure:
"Just the three of you? Miss Nie instructed that there were seven or eight of you."

Hua Shier chuckled, his question casual yet carrying an air of unquestionable certainty:
"Aren't the three of us enough?"

"That's enough, you son of a bitch."

Mian Zhenghe cursed, turned his head, and spat a mouthful of phlegm less than half an inch in front of Hua Shier's toes.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialed a number, and his previously arrogant face instantly became subservient, bowing and scraping as he spoke into the microphone:
“Miss Nie, this is Mian Zhenghe. The people you mentioned have arrived, but there are only three of them. Alright, alright, I'll arrange for a few gunmen to go with them. I guarantee it won't delay your business. You can rest assured when I handle things.”

He was bowing and scraping as he said the last sentence when suddenly his scalp tightened. A hand reached out from behind him, its five fingers spread wide, grabbing his hair like iron clamps.

The next second, his head was slammed down by an irresistible force, his forehead hitting the desk with a dull thud. Stars flashed before his eyes, his ears rang, and a salty, metallic taste filled his mouth, as if he had broken a tooth.

Hua Shier pressed his head down with one hand, and with the other hand slowly picked up the phone that had fallen on the table, brought it to his ear, and spoke casually as if chatting with an acquaintance:

"Big Knife, I'm Yu Tianlong. Your man is being unreasonable, so I'll teach him a lesson for you. You're welcome."

Before the other person could speak, she casually threw her phone aside, grabbed Mian Zhenghe by the hair, pulled him off the table and onto the ground, and kicked him.

Seeing this, the henchman scrambled to the door, flung it open, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Help! Someone's causing trouble!"

Feng Yuxiu cracked his neck, a ferocious smile spreading across his face. He kicked the man out, then walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

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