Hong Kong General: The Departed? No, I am the Hong Kong Island Tyrant

Chapter 271 Ask Uncle Feng to come out, the zombie drug trafficking case reappears!
The second elimination match of the semi-finals came to an end quickly.

In the end, including Eddie, a total of 11 people advanced from the boxing group, and several popular players were eliminated.

For example, Zhou Xiaolong of Zhou Feihong Martial Arts School was defeated by Liu Jing of New Jingwumen; Thai boxing champion Naimi was also defeated by American boxing champion Elliott, which caused quite a stir.

The same is true for the equipment group, which now has only 6 people left, including Hong Kong Island's weapons king Hong Yip, Japanese kendo master Yamamoto Kazuo, and Iaido master Suzukino.

The third game tomorrow will be an even more exciting fight to determine the top ten.

Countless people are looking forward to it.

At this time, Di Qing was no longer paying attention to the game.

As soon as the game ended today, he took Tang Twelve and a few others and took a boat to Dongping Island.

Tung Ping Chau is located in Tai Po District but far overseas. It is an island standing alone in the northeastern waters of Hong Kong Island, less than ten nautical miles away from Guangdong Province in the mainland.

The island covers an area of ​​only 1.16 square kilometers, but it is home to many fishermen and can be considered a rural area.

To ensure safety, the British Hong Kong government also set up a police post here to handle public security cases on the island.

The person in charge of this police post is named Lin Feng, also known as 'Uncle Feng' and nicknamed 'Tornado'. He is an old policeman who is about to retire and a local villager of Tung Ping Chau. He has a high reputation in Tung Ping Chau.

Moreover, Uncle Feng has learned Taoism since he was a child and is also proficient in some Feng Shui and divination. Whenever there are any big or small affairs in the village, Uncle Feng will be asked to help handle them.

At this time, the sky was getting dark and every household in the village had started to go home to rest.

At the police station, it was time for Uncle Feng to get off work. After instructing another police officer to take charge of the night shift, he packed his things and prepared to go home.

Uncle Feng is not tall, but his appearance is full of righteousness. His straight eyebrows make him look even more upright and awe-inspiring. He is not afraid at all even when walking alone at night.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the door of his house, Uncle Feng stopped, looked at the group of people in suits standing at the door, and frowned slightly.

I saw this group of men in black, all of them were tall and strong, with their heads held high and their hands behind their backs. They all looked very skilled and had an aura that was not possessed by ordinary people.

Dongpingzhou is a small place where no outsiders usually come, let alone such a big shot.

Who are these people?

Uncle Feng was secretly alert in his heart, and at the same time he was thinking quickly in his mind, whether he had provoked anyone, and what were these people doing in his house?
"Brother Di Qing, is there really so many fun places in Hong Kong Island?"

Just then, a clear and pure female voice was heard in the house.

Uncle Feng came back to his senses, and his face suddenly changed: "Not good! A-Lian..."

Thinking of his niece A Lian who was alone at home, Uncle Feng felt a tightness in his heart and he quickly quickened his pace towards home.

Then, a gentle male voice came: "Yes, Hong Kong Island is indeed much more developed than Tung Ping Chau. Not only are there more places to play, but there are also many delicious foods. If you like, I can take you there to play."

"Yeah!"

The female voice suddenly cheered, but then she said with some frustration: "But my uncle won't let me go to Hong Kong Island... How about, Brother Di Qing, can you take me there secretly?"

"This dead girl!"

Hearing this, Uncle Feng was immediately furious and could no longer bear it. He quickly walked to the door and was about to push it open to go in, but was stopped by the man in black at the door.

"What do you want to do? This is my home!" Uncle Feng glared. Although he was alone, he was not afraid of the group of tall and strong men in black in front of him.

Hearing the noise, the conversation in the room stopped abruptly.

"uncle!"

Then, a pure-looking girl of about seventeen or eighteen with a ponytail opened the door and looked at Uncle Feng happily: "Uncle, you are back?"

"If I don't come back, you little girl will be kidnapped by someone!" Uncle Feng said with his eyes wide open.

"How could I have that?" A-Lian immediately lowered her head with a guilty look on her face.

"Hmph!" Uncle Feng snorted coldly.

Tread...  

At this time, with the sound of footsteps, a young man in a suit and leather shoes, with a handsome appearance, walked out from behind A Lian. He looked up at Uncle Feng and smiled, "You misunderstood Uncle Feng. I came here specially to see you today."

When Uncle Feng saw this young man, he naturally knew that this was the man who had occupied his house and refused to let anyone in, and who also wanted to abduct his niece. He was about to get angry, but when he saw the handsome face of the young man, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"You are... Di Qing, the chairman of the Qinglong Group that organizes the martial arts competition in Hong Kong Island?"

After a moment of hesitation, Uncle Feng recognized the young man's identity at a glance.

After all, the Hong Kong Wushu Competition has been so popular recently, and the two major TV stations, TVB and ATV, are broadcasting the entire event live.

Although Dongpingzhou is a rural area, it has television, so Uncle Feng naturally saw Di Qing on TV.

"It's me, Uncle Feng, you can just call me Ah Qing." Di Qing smiled and nodded.

Coming back to his senses, Uncle Feng was puzzled, but he did not relax his vigilance. He pulled his niece A Lian over, looked at Di Qing, and asked, "I wonder what Mr. Di wants to see me for?"

Di Qing naturally noticed Uncle Feng's defensiveness, but he was not surprised. Even if it were him, he would also be wary if a stranger suddenly came to his house.

"Uncle Feng, I'm here to ask for a favor. Could you please come in and talk to me first?" Di Qing tried his best to act friendly.

But he was standing in Uncle Feng's house while Uncle Feng was outside. It seemed as if he was the host and Uncle Feng was the guest, which looked a bit weird.

Uncle Feng frowned, said nothing, and walked into the house carrying a basket of vegetables.

"You just stay outside and don't let anyone disturb us." Di Qing instructed Tang Twelve and the others at the door, then turned and walked into Uncle Feng's house.

After entering the house, Uncle Feng told his niece, "Alian, go cook first."

"Oh." A Lian also knew that Di Qing and her uncle had something important to discuss, so she responded obediently and turned to go to the kitchen to cook.

Uncle Feng turned to look at Di Qing, frowned and said, "Mr. Di, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly. My house is small and I can't entertain you."

"alright."

Seeing that Uncle Feng had been very wary and even somewhat repulsive to him, Di Qing no longer kept him in suspense and directly stated the purpose of his trip: "Uncle Feng, I would like to ask you to come out of retirement and go to Hong Kong Island to help."

Uncle Feng was even more confused after hearing this, but his expression remained unchanged. He said, "I'm just an old policeman who is about to retire. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help you."

Di Qing shook his head: "Uncle Feng, honest people don't speak in a roundabout way, so I'll just speak frankly."

"I wonder if you have paid attention to the martial arts competition hosted by our Qinglong Group this time?"

Uncle Feng nodded: "I saw it on TV."

Di Qing nodded: "The purpose of my hosting this martial arts competition is to exchange ideas with the martial arts circles of other countries and promote our Chinese martial arts. However, among the participants of this competition, there is an outlier."

"Alien?" Uncle Feng frowned.

"Not bad!"

Di Qing said in a deep voice: "This man practices Japanese karate. He doesn't cultivate artistic conception, but he is extremely powerful and fast. His whole body is like steel. Even a martial artist with great dark power can hardly break his defense."

"Is there such a strange person?" Uncle Feng also became interested after hearing this.

Although he practiced Taoism, he also had some understanding of the national martial arts realm in the martial arts world.

In this era of the decline of martial arts, dark force masters are considered rare masters in the secular world.

As for Japanese karate, Uncle Feng has also learned about it. It was passed on from China and then evolved into something by the Japanese after various processing. It is just a bunch of fancy moves.

But how could a person who practices karate be comparable to a martial artist who has mastered the hidden power of traditional Chinese martial arts?

How can this not be surprising?

Di Qing took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "I also feel this matter is strange, but after two days of investigation, I found that this person is not a real warrior, but a zombie refined by evil magic!" "What?!"

Uncle Feng was immediately shocked: "Zombie?!"

Uncle Feng frowned and stared at Di Qing: "Did you see it wrong? In this era, there are still people who can refine this kind of thing?!"

Di Qing said in a deep voice: "If I hadn't investigated it clearly, I wouldn't have come to you, Uncle Feng."

Hearing this, Uncle Feng frowned: "You have investigated me too?"

Di Qing did not deny it: "Uncle Feng, you also know that in this era, there are fewer and fewer true Taoist masters like you. Most of them are scammers who cheat people under the banner of Taoism. Now that I encounter such a thing, I naturally have to investigate it thoroughly and find someone who is really capable to help."

"I know that you, Uncle Feng, are a true Taoist master, and you helped the police solve many strange cases in your early years, so I came to visit you rashly tonight."

Hearing this, Uncle Feng nodded slightly, approving Di Qing's explanation, but then shook his head and said, "I can't be considered a master, but as a Taoist, it is my duty to enforce justice on behalf of heaven."

Then he looked at Di Qing and asked, "Have you found out who created this zombie to participate in this martial arts competition?"

Di Qing nodded: "We have found some clues. Behind this zombie is an organization called Jiujiu Society, but the true identity of the leader of this organization is actually an evil sect of the Japanese Jiujiu Sect!"

"The Nine Chrysanthemum Sect?!"

Uncle Feng's expression changed slightly: "Are you sure you are from the Jiuju sect?!"

Di Qing nodded: "It seems that Uncle Feng also knows about the Jiuju Sect?"

Uncle Feng said in a deep voice: "The Tianxia Qimen Dunjia originally originated from China, but during the Sui and Tang dynasties, China and Japan exchanged trade, and the Jiuju School rose at that time. The inheritance of this school originated from the Maoshan School in the mainland."

"As a Taoist, I naturally know about the Jiuju Sect!"

When Uncle Feng heard the name of the Jiuju Sect, he no longer had any doubts about what Di Qing said.

In this era, the only people who know about this sect are basically people of the same sect.

Moreover, this sect's evil ways are indeed good at refining zombies and walking corpses.

Di Qing nodded and said, "I haven't found out their purpose for participating in this martial arts competition yet, but they are violating the rules by using this method to participate in the martial arts competition. I also found out that the Jiuju Society is in Hong Kong Island and controls most of the drug markets on the outlying islands..."

"They use zombies to transport poison?!" After hearing this, Uncle Feng understood what Di Qing meant, and his face suddenly turned gloomy.

"That's right." Di Qing nodded. "They use zombies to do drug business and have established a huge market chain. Moreover, using zombies to transport drugs will basically not cause any trouble. Even if the matter is exposed, the police will not be able to find the real person behind the scenes."

Uncle Feng's face turned grim, and he instantly realized the seriousness of the matter.

An organization that uses zombies to transport drugs is not only dangerous, but also extremely secretive.

Because the people involved in the operation were corpses, even if they were caught, what could the police find out from a corpse?

Taking a deep breath, Uncle Feng looked at Di Qing and said, "I'll go with you to deal with this Jiuju Society!"

Di Qing felt relieved and nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Feng."

"No need!" Uncle Feng said in a deep voice: "Policemen and Taoist priests are both people who enforce justice. I am both a policeman and a Taoist priest. Now that something like this has happened, even if you don't come to me, I will take the initiative to come to your door and eliminate this evil way of refining zombies and transporting poison!"

"Uncle Feng is a man of high moral character and integrity. I admire him!"

Di Qing complimented him and then asked, "When do we set out?"

"There is no time to lose. Wait for me to pack up and set off tonight!" Uncle Feng said in a deep voice.

"Okay, anyway, I have already prepared the boat and we can set off at any time." Di Qing smiled and nodded.

"I also need to go!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice came from the side.

It turned out to be Uncle Feng’s niece, A Lian. She had been hiding at the kitchen door and eavesdropping. When she heard that Uncle Feng was going to Hong Kong Island, she couldn’t help but jump out.

"Nonsense!"

Uncle Feng scolded him, "I'm going to do something serious. What are you doing there? Are you going to cause trouble for me?"

A-Lian pursed her lips and said, "But I'll be scared if I'm alone at home."

Uncle Feng frowned and said, "You grew up here since you were a child, what is there to be afraid of?"

"I'm just afraid..." A Lian was a little unwilling, but she didn't dare to talk back to her uncle. She could only look at Uncle Feng with grievance.

Uncle Feng was about to refuse, but Di Qing interrupted him and said, "Uncle Feng, Sister A-Lian has never been to Hong Kong Island. This time we have a chance to go out, so it's okay to take her over to play. Once we get there, my people will protect her. As for dealing with that evil sect, Uncle Feng and we can go there. As long as she doesn't follow us, she won't cause any trouble for us."

"Yes, uncle!"

Hearing this, A-Lian quickly assured, "I promise I won't cause any trouble for you!"

"This……"

Seeing his niece's aggrieved look, Uncle Feng also softened his heart, so he nodded and said, "Okay, let's go together, thank you Di...Aqing."

Di Qing smiled and said, "It's okay. Just consider it as a reward for asking Uncle Feng to come out and help. I will cover all your expenses during your trip to Hong Kong Island."

"Thank you, Brother Di Qing!" A Lian shouted in surprise when she heard it.

Uncle Feng glared at her, then shook his head helplessly, looked at Di Qing, and felt a little more favorable towards him. He nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you."

"It should."

Soon, Uncle Feng packed up some of his exorcism equipment, changed his clothes, and everyone went out to the dock.

A-Lian also changed into a blue denim skirt at this time, revealing a pair of slender white legs. She looked pure but also sexy and seductive.

The group arrived at the dock, boarded the small passenger ferry brought by Di Qing, and headed for Hong Kong Island in a mighty manner.

When the ship arrived at Tai Po Pier, the Prince and others who had received the news had already prepared the car and were waiting at the pier.

Di Qing originally planned to take Uncle Feng and A Lian to Kowloon to eat something, settle down and rest, and then deal with the evil female cultivator from the Jiuju sect tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Huang Bingyao called and disrupted Di Qing's plan.

"Ah Qing, a drug smuggling case happened in Tsim Sha Tsui tonight. The Narcotics Investigation Division had been investigating for a long time and was planning to follow the clues to find the person behind the drug organization tonight. However, something unexpected happened and the clues were cut off. Ask your people to help investigate!"

Di Qing frowned upon hearing this and asked, "Mr. Huang, the Narcotics Investigation Division's affairs are not under the jurisdiction of the Serious Crime Unit, right?"

"It's true that it's not my responsibility, but the officer in charge of this case, Officer Ma, is my old friend. He came to me and asked me to lend a hand to the investigation, but I've been so overwhelmed by the terrorist incident last night that I don't have enough people on my own, so how can I have the energy to help him? So I can only rely on you!"

Huang Bingyao's voice sounded somewhat helpless.

If you are too busy, just come to me. Am I not busy?
Di Qing rolled his eyes and was about to find an excuse to shirk responsibility, but suddenly he thought of something and asked, "Officer Ma?"

"Yes, it's Mr. Ma, the Chief Executive of Yau Tsim District. He is in charge of this case."

Huang Bingyao explained: "I heard that this case is a bit strange. The female prisoner committed suicide after being found, and was hit by a car, but he didn't say anything about the specific circumstances... By the way, this case is also related to you."

"What does it have to do with me?" Di Qing was a little confused.

"good."

Huang Bingyao said, "I heard that the boyfriend of the female prisoner tonight, Lao Ma, also participated in the martial arts competition you organized. His name seems to be Eddie, and he runs a boxing gym. Today he defeated Xiahou Wu, the head of the Heyi Sect, and advanced to the top ten in the boxing group. You can ask your people to check this Eddie. It should be more convenient to find someone in the H society."

It's Eddie again!

Hearing this, Di Qing frowned.

After going around in circles for quite some time, it turned out to be a case of the Jiuju Society using zombies to transport drugs!

(End of this chapter)