The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1657 PC167, Zhou Xingxing reports!

A loud roar suddenly erupted from the quiet changing room of the bathhouse.

Mike crashed into the wardrobe like a rag doll, his face now covered in blood.

Wrapped in a bath towel, Zhang Cheng revealed his sharply defined muscles and said, "Puniam, what kind of class are you? Trying to kill me? Do you know I'm a fucking tough guy?"

Grabbing Mike's hair, Zhang Cheng glared at him and said, "Look me in the eye, you bastard? Why the hell do you think you can beat me?"

Zhang Cheng tossed the microphone away, slamming it to the ground. He then walked up to the man and said, "Stand up! Did you hear me? I told you to stand up!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in anguish, Mike immediately raised his hands and said, "No, Zhang sir, I was wrong, Zhang sir!"

Hearing Mike's words, Zhang Cheng kicked him in the face, sending him flying. He yelled, "Damn it! None of us in this business have any sense of loyalty! You betrayed us, fine, but why did you kill Lao Guo? Do you know I'm about to be promoted to superintendent?! Do you know how much trouble you're going to cause me? You bastard!"

Furious, Zhang Cheng grabbed Mike and punched him repeatedly in the face.

As Mike's once handsome face was distorted by the beating, Zhang Cheng lifted his hands and slammed them heavily onto the chair.
"Oh!"

As the wooden chair shattered, Mike was now beyond words, consumed by pain.

Reaching Mike, Zhang Cheng stepped on his face and said, "You've ruined my path to success! I'd rather kill you than not! You bastard!"

Just as Zhang Cheng had finished his fight, Li Yongsen and his men rushed in from outside.
But when they saw Mike lying half-dead on the ground, everyone was shocked and asked, "Sir, what's this?"

"He assaulted a police officer, I'd rather kill him!"

With a cold voice, Zhang Cheng turned his head and said, "Take him back and hand him over to the Major Crimes Unit!"

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Li Yongsen and the others quickly saluted and spoke.
After everyone left, Zhang Cheng's expression darkened.
If it weren't for the need to close the case with Mike, Zhang Cheng would have drowned him in the bathhouse long ago.
Zhang Cheng emerged in a suit, a cigar between his teeth, brushed a strand of hair back, and drove away.

As Zhang Cheng left, people nearby took out their cameras to take pictures.
A few days later, in an apartment, the man looked at the photos on the table and said, "Kowloon Tigers, Zhang Cheng, Wing Chun, Ip Man, Hung Kuen, Hung Chun-nam, Rose Hair Salon, One Line Sky, and Zhang Tianzhi."

As the man stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the photo above, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. His purpose in coming to Hong Kong Island was to make a name for "Heyi Men," so he was determined to become number one in the world!

Ip Man: Who's the best fighter in Hong Kong? Of course it's Zhang Cheng, could it be me?!
Two days later, when Guo Sir's case finally came to an end, Huang Bingyao ran up to him and said, "Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng? Help!"

"Help? You have cancer?"

Looking at Huang Bingyao, Zhang Cheng stared at him with a face full of doubt and suspicion.
Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Huang Bingyao immediately retorted, "Damn it, can't you just hope I'm doing well?"

Staring at Huang Bingyao, Zhang Cheng hesitated for a moment before saying, "You're weak!"

"Puniam, it's good that you can see it, don't ask if it's okay or not!"

Huang Bingyao glared angrily at Zhang Cheng and roared.

Looking at Huang Bingyao, Zhang Cheng spread his hands and said, "You're just a little weak, what are you afraid of? I'm weak every day!"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng opened the drawer and took out various bathhouse membership cards, saying, "Which one do you want to go to? Pick one."

Staring at Zhang Cheng in shock, Huang Bingyao hesitated for a moment before saying, "Brother Cheng, this is outrageous! It's an injustice!"

"Oh dear, all this talk, who doesn't know I'm the Nine Dragons Kidney King!"

With a wicked grin on his face, Zhang Cheng took out a membership card and tossed a few cards to Huang Bingyao.
But just as Huang Bingyao was excitedly stuffing it into his pocket, he froze on the spot and said, "Wait, that's not what I was talking about!"

"Then why are you looking for me? To borrow money! No, I won't!"

Seeing that Huang Bingyao had other matters to attend to, Zhang Cheng quickly declined.

Because he always borrows money from others, how could he possibly lend money to others? "Weren't you a member of the Flying Tigers? Help me find someone to help me, I lost my gun!"

Looking awkwardly at Zhang Cheng, Huang Bingyao wore a bitter expression.

Upon hearing Huang Bingyao's words, Zhang Cheng's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Puniam, what are you doing?"

In the Hong Kong Island Police Force, losing a gun is no small matter; it's a very serious dereliction of duty.

If this gun hasn't caused any accidents, at most you'll get a major demerit and be barred from promotion for five years.

But if it rings, then sorry, you'll only ever be a sheriff for life.
If a more serious case is involved, the chief inspector can send you to guard a reservoir in the New Territories.
However, these are just superficial rules. Everyone knows in their hearts that, as serious as it may be, if it can be resolved and you have connections at higher levels, things are still very easy to talk about! At most, nothing will happen for three years!

"I don't know either! Last time St. Yu-Chiang Secondary School organized a visit to the police station, I lost my gun."

Looking awkwardly at Zhang Cheng, Huang Bingyao couldn't help but feel wronged.
Upon hearing Huang Bingyao's words, Zhang Cheng retorted irritably, "Damn it, it was a mistake for me to follow you out of Huangzhukeng back then. I'm not even going to help you with something like this."

Despite his words, Zhang Cheng still picked up the phone and said, "Please pick up the Flying Tigers for me!"

"Zhang Sir, this is the Flying Tigers, I'm Jian Yao, the squad leader!"

When Zhang Cheng spoke, the Flying Tigers commander opposite him appeared exceptionally respectful.

Because Zhang Cheng was the first commander of the Flying Tigers, although he was transferred, most of the veteran members were very grateful to him.

"Jane Sir, where's Stephen Chow? Tell him to come to the Kowloon Mobile Unit!"

Turning to Jian Yao, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but explain.
"Officer Zhang, Zhou Xingxing was transferred to the traffic unit two weeks ago for disobeying orders!"

Awkwardly, Jian Yao spoke, his face full of guilt.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng immediately slapped his forehead and said, "Okay, I understand. I'll go call the traffic team now!"

"Hey, Cheng-ge, what are you up to? Find me someone to go to the traffic unit!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Huang Bingyao spoke with some disbelief.
Looking at Huang Bingyao, Zhang Cheng said irritably, "Back then, I was the Flying Tigers' number one assassin. Do you know who the number two assassin was?"

"Could it be Stephen Chow?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in surprise, Huang Bingyao couldn't help but become excited.
If Stephen Chow had Zhang Cheng's abilities, he could find not only guns, but also nuclear bombs!
"Of course not! He's the third assassin!"

Looking at Huang Bingyao with annoyance, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but complain.

"cut!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with disdain, Huang Bingyao immediately started complaining.

Half an hour later, a traffic police motorcycle stopped in front of the police station.
He sprinted upstairs and rushed into the office, immediately saluting and saying, "PC167, Zhou Xingxing reporting!"

Without even looking up at Zhou Xingxing, Zhang Cheng placed a chess piece and said, "Xingxing? I have a task for you, sir."

"Sir, let's go through fire and water!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a serious expression, Zhou Xingxing knew that his chance had come.

Because he had waited all these years for an opportunity, not to prove himself, but to show that he, Zhou Xingxing, was the Flying Tigers' number one assassin!
"Turn around first!"

Looking at Stephen Chow, Huang Bingyao stroked his chin, looking particularly lewd.
"Sir, I don't sell myself!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a wronged expression, Zhou Xingxing subconsciously covered his back.

Watching this scene with a twitching mouth, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise his hand and slap his forehead, because Huang Pangzi's appearance made him think that even Stephen Chow would believe it!

(End of this chapter)