Hong Kong General: Hang me up and open it, the side effects of the young and dangerous guys will be

Chapter 125: Huang Zhicheng continues to make plans, Hong Kong Coliseum concert

Kowloon West Police Headquarters.

The office of Anti-Triad Police Superintendent Luk Qichang was filled with smoke. Hanging on the blackboard on the wall were the photos and names of Hong Kong Island's "Top Ten Outstanding Young People".

Ye Wenxiao passed the imperial examination, and his photo was prominently posted on the list. In the middle was a gangster named Fei Quan.
Lu Qichang, who rushed back from Saigon, had dark circles under his eyes and kept smoking in depression.

"What the hell is going on? The tip clearly said that Han Chen would trade at Sai Kung Pier last night, why did he cancel it for no reason?"

Lu Qichang narrowed his eyes. All kinds of signs indicated that there was a traitor in the police force!

Moreover, he is a high-level insider who holds very high authority.

Otherwise, how could Han Chen suddenly know about such a secret operation.

What’s even more hateful is that the undercover agent he placed next to Han Chen was exposed, and his fate can be imagined.

With a bang, the door was pushed open.

After returning to the company, Gao Jin reported to Ye Wenxiao about the meeting between Chen Yongren and Huang Zhicheng on the rooftop.

After taking back Zhongxinyi's territory from Hua Fu, Ye Wenxiao did not plan to expand the territory for the time being.

"Who?"

In the 1990s, especially after Hong Kong's return to China, it was very difficult to apply to hold a concert here, and ordinary singers were not even eligible to apply.

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"Mr. Huang, who do you think the traitor is?" Lu Qichang lowered his voice and spoke with a gloomy face.

When Chen Yongren got on the elevator, he saw Huang Zhicheng who had been waiting on the rooftop for a long time.

Chen Yongren was tired of being an undercover agent and he really wanted to return to the police force as soon as possible.

Unless the Ni family and Hua Fu took the initiative to provoke him, Ye Wenxiao was too lazy to cause trouble for them. He just wanted to make money and pick up girls peacefully.

After Ye Wenxiao spent five million, the organizer agreed immediately without thinking too much, regardless of whether Ye Wenxiao was a big shot in a society.

The Hung Hom Sports Centre was started in 73 and completed in recent years. It is abbreviated as the Hung Hom Sports Centre.

"It's unlikely. Ye Wenxiao and Han Chen are enemies. How could he have planted a mole to help Han Chen? Han Chen must have bribed some corrupt police!" Huang Zhicheng shook his head and analyzed.

"Okay. I'll trust you one last time."

After the last fight at the Peninsula Hotel, many societies were still expecting a fight between Ye Wenxiao and the Ni family and Hua Fu, but it is basically impossible.

"Once a gangster gets crazy, he's not far from death. He deserves it."

Huang Zhicheng nodded. He had seen too many arrogant gangsters who ended up selling salted duck eggs in a few days or were sent to Stanley Prison for further training.

The traditional community model has long lost its advantages, but unfortunately there are still many old members who cannot see the situation clearly and are still fighting for a piece of territory.

"Okay, this black sheep must be caught immediately, otherwise the police force will never have peace."

However, the stadium was built not long ago and its reputation has not yet been fully established.

"The most urgent task now is to catch the corrupt police. As for the fight between the young and dangerous guys in Tsim Sha Tsui, as long as they didn't use guns, didn't hurt innocent people, and didn't cause trouble in the daytime, let them do whatever they want. Anyway, the fall of these bad guys has nothing to do with us."

Otherwise, Han Chen would not have known about his undercover agent.

"No, but I always feel something is weird."

"Don't worry, as long as the traitor is found, I will let you return to the police force, and then you will be directly promoted to trainee inspector!" Huang Zhicheng started to make promises.

"Boss, you are right. Chen Yongren is indeed an undercover agent! Do we want to kill him?" Gao Jin asked.

It's impossible not to be nervous.
The two looked at each other, and Huang Zhicheng said in a deep voice: "It's hard to say. There are only a few people who are qualified to access this kind of authority. It's possible that they are from the serious crime team or the anti-gang team. Although there are no clues now, someone must know." "Ah Ren, how is the investigation going? Any news?"

It’s not that they don’t want to deal with such murder cases, but they really can’t handle it.

After some discussion, the two fell into a brief silence.

Lu Qichang nodded, took a deep breath and said slowly: "Is it possible that he planted the traitor?"

"Sir Huang, I want to return to the police force. I feel that Ye Wenxiao should know that I am an undercover agent, and he knows that I am Ni Kun's son." Chen Yongren said in a deep voice, looking into the distance with an indifferent expression.

"No, if we kill him, what if the police send another undercover? A thief can only steal for a thousand days, but we can never be on guard against thieves for a thousand days. Besides, we are good citizens, so of course we have to cooperate with the police."

Lu Qichang's brows relaxed slightly. If he didn't find out the traitor in the police force, he would be sorry for his brothers who died at the hands of Han Chen.

In the 24s, there were millions of gang members on Hong Kong Island, and there were countless cases of gangsters fighting each other. Even if the police worked hours a day, they would not be able to handle it.

Tonight, the Hong Kong Coliseum is brightly lit.

"As for the matter of the corrupt police, I have already asked an informant to go undercover next to Ye Wenxiao to investigate. We should have news soon." Huang Zhicheng put out his cigarette, stood up and said.

"Ye Wenxiao!"

The next day, on the rooftop of a building in Central.

In this turbulent era, making money by collecting land fees is out of date.

"Mr. Huang, young people don't know their place. They will definitely not give up. Xiaosa thinks he can be invincible by using the Ni family to get rid of Lian Haolong. How can he swallow this humiliation?" Lu Qichang analyzed.

Backstage, the staff was putting makeup on Jenny. She looked around nervously, as if waiting for something.

What is certain now is that there must be a traitor in the police force.

Lu Qichang nodded in agreement.

In Hong Kong Island, to measure whether a singer has talent, you can tell by whether he has held a concert at the Hong Kong Coliseum.

What he didn't know was that Gao Jin, who was far away, saw their meeting clearly and took photos of it.

After all, she had only been a resident singer in a bar before, with an audience of at most a hundred people, but tonight there were more than 10,000 people coming to the stadium to watch her concert.

Lu Qichang raised his wrist and took a look, then asked with a hint of surprise.

"Is he going to attack you?" Huang Zhicheng frowned.

"Mr. Huang, why haven't you gotten off work yet?"

"But I don't know why the gangsters have become so obedient. After waiting for half a month, everything is still calm. If you want to fight, just do it quickly. The procrastination makes it difficult for our serious crime team to catch the criminals."

Ye Wenxiao waved his hand indifferently.

When he saw Chen Yongren, Huang Zhicheng stepped forward and asked impatiently.

Huang Zhicheng came in with a cup of coffee and asked, "Mr. Lu, are you in a bad mood? Did you spend the whole night waiting there for nothing?"

"Why are you off work? We are no less idle than you. We have been keeping an eye on Tsim Sha Tsui these past two days. Hua Fu has taken the Zhong Xin Yi territory from Xiao Sha. With that kid's personality, he will definitely not give up. A war could start at any time!"

Chen Yongren frowned, turned around and left the rooftop without looking back.

This stadium has witnessed the glory of countless classic music.

Huang Zhicheng is very tired.

The revenue from the clothing business alone exceeds the protection fees collected from Yau Ma Tei, no, it’s the security fees.

(End of this chapter)