Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 202 Undercurrent
Chen Jiajun wouldn't use the same trick four or five times.

Having the old prison guard carry out assassination missions may seem safe, but if it happens too often, the Major Crimes Unit and the Anti-Triad Unit will become suspicious.

Therefore, last year, Chen Jiajun secretly arranged for many young demon slaves to enter various industries in Hong Kong.

These young demon slaves had no connection whatsoever with Hung Hing; their identities were as clean as could be.

The first death in 1981 was something Chen Jiajun never expected. It wasn't Lei Juekun, Zou Wenhuai, or any triad leader or FIT boss, but rather the New Territories King Zhang Renlong, a true high-ranking figure in Chinese politics.

Zhang Renlong was a notorious figure in Hong Kong, considered one of the top lackeys. Plus, he was the backer of the Sun Kee, and he was incredibly blind to the danger.

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; touching them will surely kill you.

Not only does he want to kill Zhang Renlong, but he also wants to seize Shatin.

When traffic officers arrived at Lion Rock Tunnel, Zhang Renlong, Chen Guoshan, and the driver had already lost consciousness. What surprised the officers was not the severity of the accident, nor the identities of Zhang Renlong, Chen Guoshan, and the others.

Rather, judging from the positions of Zhang Renlong and Chen Guoshan, the two were clearly engaged in illicit activities at the time of the car accident.

One is a 60-year-old king of the New Territories, and the other is a former popular star of TVB... Their publicly known relationship is that of goddaughter and godfather.

That guy really knows how to have fun.

"You're driving this dump truck?" A traffic officer asked, taking out handcuffs.

"Sorry, officer, it's raining, and it's impossible to stop in time." The burly man consciously stretched out both hands, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Go ahead and smoke a few more cigarettes while you still can. Do you even know who you just killed?"

“I don’t know, officer. How much compensation do I need? I have insurance. I supply sand to the Chinese University of Hong Kong.”

"See that little golden statue on the hood? That's a Rolls-Royce. You ran over a big shot."

"Officer, don't scare me..."

As soon as the traffic officers arrived, many reporters, drawn by the smell of blood, rushed over and started taking pictures of the scene. The traffic officers immediately set up a cordon.

The news of Zhang Renlong and Chen Guoshan's deaths was reported up the chain of command: the Major Crimes Unit, the Anti-Triad Unit, the Political Department, and the Deputy Commissioner of Police.

When Commissioner of Police Han Yi-ri learned of this, he was almost asleep.

"The top star, New Territories King Cheung Yan-lung, and the famous retired actress Chan Kwok-shan are dead. They died in a car accident."

Upon hearing the message on the phone, Han Yili snapped out of her daze and quickly came to her senses: "Come pick me up."

Zhang Renlong is a high-ranking official in Chinese politics, and he has to step forward to comfort the deceased's family.

Fifteen minutes after getting into the car, Han Yili quickly looked at her assistant: "Have you notified the family yet?"

"The family has already been notified," the assistant replied.

"What is the identity of the perpetrator?"

"The perpetrator was a dump truck driver affiliated with a construction company, supplying sand to the Chinese University of Hong Kong. It rained tonight, and the road was slippery. The dump truck couldn't stop in time. By the time people arrived, Sir Zhang Renlong and Ms. Chen Guoshan had already passed away."

funeral parlor.

Chief Superintendent Hu Zhuoren of the Anti-Triad Unit got out of the car with a frown. Before him were the Zhang family members, crying and wailing. Zhang Renlong had three wives and a total of fifteen children. But that wasn't the point. The point was that Hu Zhuoren knew he was in for a lot of trouble.

Hu Zhuoren was aware of Zhang Renlong's relationship with Xinji.

Now that Cheung Yan-lung is dead, Sun Kee is essentially without a backer in Sha Tin.

From now on, Sha Tin will inevitably be a place of extreme anxiety and paranoia.

Moreover, coincidentally, Hung Hing recently planted its flag in Sha Tin.

The thought of Hung Hing made Hu Zhuoren frown even more.

Is there any connection between these two things?

The following day, the car accident in the Lion Rock Tunnel in Sha Tin made headlines.

In less than a day, the identities of the deceased and the perpetrator were completely exposed.

On a rainy night, with dump trucks and a time when there was absolutely no connection to Hung Hing, even the most elite police officers would not be able to find any connection with Hung Hing.

When Hu Zhuoren took the report handed to him by the police officer, he asked, "Has there been anything unusual about the recent movements of Hung Hing and Sun Kee?"

"No, Mr. Hu."

"Sunshine Bus Company always contacts the police station before each construction project to ensure that the construction of bus stops proceeds smoothly."

"In addition, Sun Kee has been busy preparing for Sir Cheung Yan Lung's funeral these days, and Sun Bus's operation in Sha Tin has not been hindered by Sun Kee."

Liao Zhizong stood in front of Hu Zhuoren and replied in a deep voice, "Furthermore, we also interrogated the prisoner with members of the Major Crimes Unit and conducted a lot of investigations. This was an accidental incident and has no connection with any gang in the underworld."

"It's too clean." Hu Zhuoren frowned.

"It's too clean?" Liao Zhizong exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, the perpetrator is too clean."

Hu Zhuoren put down the report, opened his cigarette case, and gestured to Liao Zhizong, who took out a cigarette and lit it for his superior with a lighter.

The two men were smoking when Hu Zhuoren said, "We received a tip that during the Hungry Ghost Festival in Sha Tin, Zhang Renlong tried to extort 20% of Sunshine Bus from Boss Jun. Boss Jun refused, and the two said goodbye politely. That night, the incident happened."

“Mr. Hu, but after investigating for so long, we really have no information showing that the perpetrator has any connection with Hung Hing.”

Liao Zhizong took a deep drag on his cigarette and replied.

"I understand. Also, remember not to let your guard down when it comes to Hung Hing. Although Hung Hing is now going straight, don't forget what kind of triad it is."

Hu Zhuoren said.

"I know." Liao Zhizong frowned.

After taking a few puffs of his cigarette, Hu Zhuoren picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and said, "Next, you and the West Kowloon Anti-Triad Team brothers must keep a close eye on Sha Tin. After Zhang Renlong's death, triads like Luen Shing, Number, Hung Hing, and Tung Sing will definitely be eager to plant their flags in Sha Tin. Are you confident you can handle it?"

"Reporting, sir, I'm confident." Liao Zhizong tossed his cigarette into the ashtray, took a deep breath, and snapped to attention, saluting.

"it is good."

Hu Zhuoren gave Liao Zhizong an appreciative look and said, "Alright, if they want to show off and betray their friends, let them fight to the end. We'll send enough men to clean up the mess."

After a pause, Hu Zhuoren said to Liao Zhizong, "Take this matter well."

"I'll add another flower to your shoulder."

Liao Zhizong's eyes lit up, he straightened his back, and shouted loudly with a strong voice, "YES, SIR."

"Snapped."

Liao Zhizong lowered his arm and turned to leave.

West Kowloon Police Station, interrogation room.

Political Department officer Bai Shibin, accompanied by two plainclothes officers, entered the room, locked the door from the inside, and drew the blinds. Bai Shibin picked up a folder and said:

“Zhang Dahu (the young demon slave), obtained his truck driver's license from Guojun Driving School in July 1980, and joined Damao Construction Company in August. During his time at the construction company, his colleagues said he had no bad habits and no record of car accidents. Tell me, who made you do this car accident? Was it Guojun Chairman Chen Jiajun?”

The interrogation room was completely empty except for a desk and a few chairs. Zhang Dahu sat at the desk, looking at the three political department agents with a broad smile.
"Officer, I already told you, it's because the car was going too fast, I couldn't control the speed."

An undercover officer stood at the door with his hands on his hips. Bai Shibin gave another colleague a wink, and the officer walked up to Zhang Dahu, picked up an ashtray, and smashed it against Zhang Dahu's forehead.

With a loud bang, the heavy ashtray was smashed into pieces.

Several cuts appeared on Zhang Dahu's forehead, bleeding profusely. Zhang Dahu gritted his teeth and stared at the plainclothes officer.

"Tell me, who told you to do this?" The plainclothes officer slapped Zhang Dahu across the face. "We're from the Political Department. We'd kill you if we wanted to. Are you an idiot to be someone's scapegoat?"

Zhang Dahu lowered his head and spat out some saliva: "It was the boss of Damao Construction who made me do it..."

"Snapped."

The plainclothes officer slapped him hard again: "I have no interest in hearing your jokes."

"Xu Wenqiang made me do it. He told me that after it was done, he would make me the big boss in Shanghai, right?" Zhang Dahu wiped the blood from his forehead and stared at the plainclothes officer as he spoke.

"Snapped."

"Speak again." The plainclothes officer tightened his grip this time.

"I misremembered. It wasn't Xu Wenqiang, it was Guo Jing who told me to do it. He said that if I killed Zhang Renlong, he would teach me the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms." Zhang Dahu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained red with blood, and said with a smile.

The plainclothes officers were about to hit him again when Bai Shibin said, "Hey, stop hitting him! If slapping him won't make him talk, we'll use water torture and squeeze his hooves."

Zhang Dahu raised his head, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

"Trying to act tough, huh? Fine, I'll grant your wish." The plainclothes officer took a handkerchief from his pocket, put it in a basin, soaked it, and then covered Zhang Dahu's face with it.

Within a minute, Zhang Dahu began to tremble all over, but with all four limbs tied to the chair, he was unable to break free.

The plainclothes officer grabbed Zhang Dahu's hand and pressed down hard on Zhang Dahu's bent thumb nail with both hands.

After pressing, he quickly withdrew his hands. Zhang Dahu struggled violently, threw off the handkerchief on his face, his veins bulging instantly, and he suddenly fell to the ground and rolled around.

Bai Shibin took out a pack of cigarettes, placed it on the table, smoked it, and quietly enjoyed the scene: "Take it yourself."

Two plainclothes officers walked together, lit cigarettes, and watched Zhang Dahu rolling on the ground. The one who had just attacked him said, "Hey, stop playing dead. This is a huge case. Can you handle it?"

Zhang Dahu rolled around for a while, his face covered in sweat from the pain, but his expression was a strange smile: "Thank you, sir."

"Put him on the tiger bench."

Bai Shibin's cold face remained expressionless.

Two plainclothes officers, smoking cigarettes, stepped forward and helped Zhang Dahu sit up...

Half an hour later, all the methods of torture had been exhausted, but Zhang Dahu still did not give in, and his whole body was covered in blood.

The plainclothes officer who was carrying out the torture said to Bai Shibin, "Inspector Bai, if you continue to torture people, they will die. Could it be a real car accident?"

“Even if it’s true, we should still make him testify perjury in court. Someone will buy him to speak out,” Bai Shibin said, shaking his head.

“Hey Zhang Dahu, you have no father, no mother, no wife, no children, your life is so miserable. We officers won’t make things difficult for you. As long as you agree to sign and put your fingerprint on this statement in my hand, and agree to say what I’ve taught you to say in court, I’ll guarantee you’ll be fine, and I’ll even hire a lawyer to help you.” Bai Shibin said to Zhang Dahu, “If you don’t agree, then we’ll play around.”

"Sure, I love playing games with people."

Zhang Dahu spat out a mouthful of blood, revealing his bloodied teeth, and grinned.

As a young demon slave, he was the eldest brother who would never betray his own elder brother.

After another half hour of torture and forced confession, Zhang Dahu fainted.

The plainclothes officer stepped forward, placed two fingers on Zhang Dahu's neck to check his pulse, and then looked up at Bai Shibin.

"enough."

“Take him back, close the case as a traffic accident, let him recuperate, hire a good lawyer for him, give him some money privately, and then take him to court.”

Bai Shibin shook his head, closed the folder, and stood up.

"Yes, Mr. Bai."

Two plainclothes officers stood at attention and saluted.

"After you've finished your business, remember to secretly monitor Wo Luen Shing. Wo Luen Shing is going to hold elections. It's the big IR's order. This time, you must get the dragon head cane."

After saying that, Bai Shibin left the interrogation room.

The assessment of Hu Zhuoren, the top leader of the anti-triad unit, was correct. Although Hong Kong appeared peaceful on the surface, undercurrents were already surging beneath the surface.

(End of this chapter)