money player

As soon as he finished speaking, Xian Yaowu tiptoed forward, reached into his pocket with his left hand, took out a miniature flashlight, held it in his backhand, put his middle finger on the switch, and was ready to illuminate at any time.

The three of them took a few steps forward, and when they were close to the source of the sound, A Rui asked softly, "Two dishes?"

In ancient times, yamen runners had skills in beating with boards. If the money was paid, they could be beaten with boards thirty times and still be alive and kicking. If someone spread the word that he wanted to be killed, he would not survive the night after being beaten with boards three times.

This is a tradition that has never been cut off. Today, each police station in Hong Kong has its own unique skills. Xian Yaowu's team has three standards when stopping crime - wonton noodles, two-vegetable rice, and roast meat.

Wonton noodles are equivalent to civilized law enforcement, which is to detain the suspect; two-course rice, no matter whether the dishes are good or bad, has at least two colors, implying blue and purple or black and white, and the suspect will suffer some physical pain; roast meat, the color and state from the skin to the inside are different, and heavy hands are used to break the ribs or cause hidden injuries, and the bottom line is that the suspect will not die or be disabled.

"Be brave when it comes to justice."

There is no standard for being brave and righteous. Just be brave and do it if you think it is just.

A Rui and Shao La Ming knew that they were not in their jurisdiction and were just passers-by.

When the flashlight in Xian Yaowu's hand was shone, he saw the upper half of the man's buttocks, while the lower half was covered by pants. The flashlight shone quickly and the woman's naked buttocks were visible. The light did not stop, but went up against the twisted angle of the body and stopped at the swollen half of the woman's face. There was an eye that contained fear, shame and hatred.

Call ~
There was a sound of rushing wind, and Arei swung his baton, aiming directly at the man's lips.

pop~
The baton was in close contact with the lips, and the sound of teeth breaking could be faintly heard.

Shao La Ming stepped forward and grabbed the man from the bottom to the top. When the man's head was still leaning back, he grabbed his hair and pulled it back. With a pop, the man's roar pierced through the oppressive darkness of the alley, chasing the warm sunset that should have existed.

A baton hit the man's stomach, and before the man could bend up reflexively, the baton moved quickly down along his belly. When it encountered the "丶" blocking the way, the baton retreated, accumulated a little force and hit it down, and a magical "丷" chemical reaction occurred, accompanied by the sound of slaughtering a pig, indicating that the reaction was complete.

Shao La Ming released his hands that were holding his hair, and the man fell to the ground in just 0.001 seconds, kicking the air rhythmically with his legs and playing B-box with his mouth to accompany his leg-kicking dance.

Xian Yaowu handed the flashlight to A Rui, took off his suit and covered the woman's upper body to hide his dignity. While unbuckling his belt, he gently said to the woman: "Don't be afraid, we don't know you. I will cover your head with clothes and send you out. I will find a place for you to stay temporarily. When you get well, come out. No one will know what happened."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had taken off his trousers and held them in his hand. In the woman's eyes, which showed a complex expression of fear, numbness and hope, he helped her put on the trousers, tightened her belt, and then put on her suit.

He hooked his fingers together and Ari's suit came into his hands. He took it and draped it over the woman's head, covering her up completely.

After doing all this, he squatted beside the woman with his back to her, "Come up, I'll carry you out."

The woman just wanted to leave here as soon as possible. It was impossible for her to be polite or courteous at this moment. She groped her way and lay on Xian Yaowu's back, clinging to the sense of security, and was taken away from the sad place.

A Rui held a flashlight and shone it on the road in front of Xian Yaowu. When Xian Yaowu turned into the light, he turned off the flashlight, put his left toe under his right heel, took off his leather shoes, adjusted the angle of the flashlight, and when it was roughly aimed at the man on the ground, he pressed the switch. A beam of light illuminated the man, and his right foot wrapped in cotton socks kicked at the man's abdomen and triangular area like raindrops.

After a burst of pain, the man fainted from the pain. He put on his shoes and searched the man's body for all the valuables. Then he illuminated the surroundings inch by inch with the flashlight, looking for any fragments left by the woman and covering up any traces that pointed to their presence.

Xian Yaowu was wearing a shirt, boxer shorts, leather shoes, and carrying a tightly wrapped woman on his back. Walking out of the walled city, he attracted many curious or inquiring eyes, but fortunately no one bothered him, and he successfully left the walled city and returned to his car.

He guided the woman to sit in the passenger seat, and he sat in the driver's seat. With one hand he adjusted the rearview mirror, and with the other hand he took out a cigarette from his pocket, shook it a few times, and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

He took out the Abdullah catapult and lit it. He reached under the seat with his right hand and unfastened the hidden buckle of the special holster. He was ready to deal with any possible danger. He took a few puffs of the cigarette and asked the woman, "Is it okay for you to disappear for a few days?"

After a while, the woman said in a low voice, "No problem."

"That skinny grasshopper with hair in its mouth and a bamboo stick looks like this. Everyone knows that he is a Taoist friend. I will stay with him from now on."

The woman let out a "hmm" from her nostrils.

Xian Yaowu stopped talking and cursed himself that he was unlucky because of this bad thing that happened and delayed his important work.

After finishing a cigarette and waiting for a while, A Rui and Shao La Ming appeared in the rearview mirror.

A few seconds later, as the door closed, Ari said, "Boss, it's cleaned up."

"Didn't it alert the society?"

"No."

Xian Yaowu started the car. "Forget about today. Come back tomorrow and go to Zhang Ji's wonton restaurant. Do you want to cut the ingredients?"

"Chai Kee?"

"have to."

Xian Yaowu stepped on the accelerator and the car drove towards Beihe Street.

On the way, A Rui handed over a purse, which was opened. Inside were several large cotton-padded banknotes folded in four pieces. There was also a small wallet for change, which was also opened. There were quite a few small bills and coins in it, about 300 yuan at a glance.

Xian Yaowu took a look and asked with his eyes whether the bag was for women. Ari answered yes. Xian Yaowu took it, put it on his thigh, and felt around it with his fingers. He estimated a more accurate figure of around 340 yuan.

This was already a huge sum of money for ordinary people. The fact that a woman could carry so much money on her showed that she lived a relatively comfortable life. Xian Yaowu guessed that women were a minority of high-income groups in the walled city, and it was unlikely that they would come in from outside to do business.

Although people who are not familiar with the walled city can easily get lost in the complex network of alleys, that alley is independent of the network and it would be difficult to get there by stumbling around, unless the woman's destination is the fish ball farm over there.

Xian Yaowu turned and glanced at the woman, recalling that the rag hanging on her body might have been a gorgeous cheongsam, which was probably not cheap.

He had some expectations in his heart. It would be best if the woman was the wife or concubine of Qianji's boss Yu Danmin. He also felt a little guilty. He wanted to take over Qianji but didn't investigate Yu Danmin's information properly. If he had done some research in advance...

Xian Yaowu suddenly realized something, braked and stopped the car on the side of the road, took out the gun under the seat, and then signaled to A Rui and Shao La Ming to get out of the car.

The three of them got out of the car and gathered together. Xian Yaowu put his arm around Areu's shoulder, put his head against his, and whispered, "Areu, go back to the city right away and see if that fellow Taoist is still here. If he is, keep an eye on him. If not, find him out. We just overlooked a detail. The woman is rich and may be living in the city. You are really bold to attack her."

A Rui said: "Boss, do you think he was instructed by someone?"

"It's very likely." Xian Yaowu handed the gun to A Rui, "Be careful, I'll call someone to help later."

"Boss, don't worry."

A Rui returned to Kowloon Walled City, Xian Yaowu and Shao La Ming returned to the car, and a quarter of an hour later, the car arrived at Beihe Street.

Xian Yaowu helped the woman to the stairs of a tenement building. Just as they were about to go upstairs, a streetwalker who was leaning against the wall smoking stuck out her lips and spit out a puff of seductive white mist at him.

"Oh, where did you find this wild chicken, Mr. Xian? She's covered so tightly. Are you going to have some exciting fun?" The streetwalker said in a delicate voice. She put her bare arms on Xian Yaowu's shoulders, leaned forward, and pressed her meat balls against Xian Yaowu's chest. She said in a coquettish voice, "Isn't it very elastic? Mr. Xian, I haven't opened yet today, please take care of me."

Xian Yaowu stretched out his right hand and pinched the streetwalker's hips, saying with a lewd smile, "What do you want me to take care of? Fuck you?"

The streetwalker twisted her waist and thrust her meatballs forward again, "Just fuck me."

Xian Yaowu laughed and said, "If you like it so much, why don't you fuck a prostitute?"

"Stupid! Isn't that what you are doing now?"

"Hahaha." Xian Yaowu took back his hand from the prostitute's hip, poked her forehead with his fingers and pushed her back, "If you're a prostitute, stay away from me. I'm afraid of being picked on."

The streetwalker poked Xian Yaowu's temple and spat, "Don't talk nonsense."

Xian Yaowu chuckled and reached into his pocket, took out a stack of money, took out two bills and handed them to the streetwalker, "Xiaolian, is your cough better?"

The streetwalker clenched the money in her hand, and the dusty smell on her face disappeared instantly. "I'm much better after taking the medicine prescribed by Doctor Kan."

"I'll ask Meilin to go to your house tomorrow to see Xiaolian. Zhang's wonton restaurant has chopped ingredients. If you're not busy, come over and eat together."

"Wait a minute, I'll find a 9527 (Jiu Wu Yi Chu) to do a single business."

"Okay, I'll go upstairs and get a room first."

Xian Yaowu helped the woman up to the second floor of the Violet Hotel. He asked the owner for a room at the front desk with ease. He sent the woman into the room and left the room without waiting for her to remove the "fig leaf" on her head.

When he was leaving the hotel, he ran into a street prostitute walking upstairs with a client's arm. The street prostitute made a secret three-minute gesture to him, and he nodded slightly, and the two passed each other.

Going down to the bottom of the building, the scene on the street becomes lively. It is already the time when food stalls can be set up. Food stalls pop up from every corner like flash mobs and rush to their own seats. In less than three or two minutes, all the food and drink are put out, and the shouts or the smells are used to attract gourmets.

When Xian Yaowu walked onto the street, a stall owner greeted him, "Officer Xian, no shirt?"

"It's not time yet, let's eat first."

"Mr. Xian, have a bowl of pig's blood." This is the stall owner selling night porridge.

"Today, we're having wontons."

"Mr. Xian, have a bowl of pig lung soup." This is a Chaozhou carrying basket.

"I'll come take care of your business in the evening."

Along the way, Xian Yaowu responded enthusiastically to the stall owners' greetings. He knew every stall owner here and had had interactions with them before, both because of fees and because of legal affairs and cases.

Now all the fees on Beihe Street are collected by Xian Yaowu's Special Reserve Police Force. Other policemen cannot cross the line. The reason they can monopolize the fees is that they pay more to their superiors. The reason they pay more is because they reduce the profit margin of middlemen and also because they collect more than before.

There are rules for collecting fees. Whoever has jurisdiction over the area will collect the fees. They keep a portion of the fees collected and pay a portion to the higher authorities. There are also standards for collecting fees. Food stalls, restaurants, gambling stalls, chicken stalls, etc., have a fixed amount to pay based on the scale of their business.

However, the rules and standards only remain in theory. When it comes to actual implementation, most policemen collect more and keep more for themselves, and there is also the phenomenon of collecting duplicate fees. If you encounter someone who is easy to bully, you will collect from him and he will also collect from you. If you encounter someone who is tough, everyone will avoid him and only pay the theoretical share.

In the past, there were many groups of people coming to collect fees on Beihe Street. When stall owners encountered people in uniform collecting fees, they would basically pay the money obediently as long as they still had business to do, and at most they would curse behind their backs.

Now you only have to pay once a day, and it’s collected once every Monday before closing the stall. It won’t come out of the blue, and it’s much more humane now. If you don’t have enough money, you can put it off, Xian Yaowu will pay for it first.

In this way, the stall owners are not under much pressure, and there are only a few people who cannot pay the fees, and most of them are due to their own inaction or the eight difficulties and three disasters.

More fees that can be counted were collected and less were kept privately, so naturally more was handed over. Those who paid were happy, and the superiors were also happy. The people in charge of collecting the fees were led by Xian Yaowu to launch a "no fees" campaign, and donated their share of fees to the Po Leung Kuk.

Although there was less income from regulatory fees, the extra income of Xian Yaowu's team did not decrease, but increased instead. The method to increase income was very positive, which was to strengthen the public security management of Beihe Street.

Ever since he cleaned up those makeshift gambling dens that made "New Year money" during the Chinese New Year and earned a considerable income, Xian Yaowu became obsessed with catching gamblers. He swept through all the small gambling dens on Beihe Street one by one and implemented the strategy of "handling cases based on suspicion of gambling".

The money on the gambling table is gambling money, that is set in stone and will be confiscated; the money hidden in the gambling den is also gambling money without a doubt and will be confiscated; the money in the gambler’s pocket may or may not be gambling money, and if the gambler can prove that the money is not gambling money, it may not be confiscated.

Opening illegal gambling dens and entering illegal gambling dens to participate in gambling are naturally illegal. In the spirit of civilized law enforcement and improving work efficiency, gamblers can choose to deal with it on the spot or go to the police station for processing.

The on-site handling is relatively simple. Someone will help to convey a message to the gambler's family or friends, asking them to go to a certain place as soon as possible to pay the public security penalty fine. If a receipt is required, the fine is 5,000 yuan, and if no receipt is required, the fine is 50 yuan.

If someone is stubborn and wants to go to the police station to handle it, there will naturally be police officers who will tell him earnestly the advantages of handling it on the spot.

Beihe Street is not long, so there are not many small gambling dens. It can be dealt with in one surprise operation. A profit is made and the small gambling dens are either relocated or start to operate in a civilized manner, paying tribute according to the law, and the police and the public are like one family.

The bet is tied, and the next one is yellow.

Xian Yaowu personally visited every chicken stall on the street and proposed that in order to create the best business environment and leave a good impression of Beihe Street on foreign consumers, special rectification actions should be launched against illegal activities such as honey traps, and malicious competition among merchants should be persuaded and restrained.

In order to ensure the efficiency and order of the operation, Beihe Street will set up a Public Security Management Office, referred to as Beizhiban, which will be responsible for coordinating a series of operations to be launched in the future. Xian Yaowu took the lead in donating 100 yuan to the public security management fee fund to raise office expenses for Beizhiban.

His donation played a good leading and exemplary role. Chicken stalls responded one after another, shouting the slogan "Donate more, donate often", and agreed to donate together on the 14th of every month.

After Huang is dealt with, the next one is not drugs. This thing cannot be dealt with. The relevant merchants are all trustworthy units that have paid fees, and it is easy to stir up a hornet's nest.

Compared to poison, catching thieves is more satisfying. (End of this chapter)