Hong Kong Film Intelligence King

Chapter 1: Becoming Handsome Kun's Underling

Autumn, 1981, a seaside in Kowloon.

“Ah Dao, your mission this time is to go undercover and infiltrate Hung Hing’s inner circle.”

West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit Inspector Chan Kwok-chung is giving instructions to a handsome young man.

The handsome guy's name is Wang Dao, which means he is both young and good-looking.

What's striking is his smile—unrestrained and a bit roguish, making it unforgettable for women at first sight.

His eyes, in particular, were clear and bright, as if they could speak.

Wang Dao was only eighteen years old and loved to laugh, so he should have looked quite young.

But he smiles so much that he has developed some crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, which has miraculously balanced his face!
"Inspector Chan, why did you have to infiltrate Brother Kun's ranks? If I remember correctly, Brother Kun... is just one of Brother Lung's henchmen?"

It's 1981 now. Liang Kun doesn't even have a job, let alone be a leader. He's just an ordinary guy.

Being Liang Kun's lackey isn't worth the price!

“I’ve heard that after Liang Kun is released from prison, he’ll be working his way up to a higher position. At this time, you’re the least likely to attract attention by getting close to him,” Chen Guozhong explained.

“That’s not necessarily true,” Wang Dao objected clearly. “Brother Kun has just been released from prison. Even legitimate gangsters will have to wait and see. Someone like me who went straight up to him… how could that not attract attention?”

"You're talking about a bunch of idiots," Chen Guozhong said dismissively. "You're not going down that path anyway, so following him now is the right thing to do."

Wang Dao admitted that Chen Guozhong was right.

Who says gangsters have to be all about fighting and killing?
Didn't someone say that gangsters don't use their brains and spend their whole lives flying in airplanes?

Don't ask how Wang Dao knows so much; the answer is that this guy is one of the millions of time travelers.

I woke up to find myself transmigrated into the body of a police cadet about to embark on an undercover mission.

Wang Dao is actually quite satisfied with this profession.

In the real world, being a police officer in Hong Kong is a pretty good job.

Hong Kong has a very good public security situation, although there are occasional fights and brawls. Safety is guaranteed.

If it's a Hong Kong variety show, then you should definitely choose the police.

Bullets and explosives fly everywhere there; you could step on a landmine at any moment.

In any case, being a policeman is still the best.

As for what world I've transmigrated to... well, just look at my boss and you'll know.

That's the very famous Chen Guozhong!

"How can I infiltrate Liang Kun's inner circle?"

"And what is my mission?"

Will the officer help me?

Wang Dao wanted to find out what kind of person Chen Guozhong was.

He is a person of the new era, and since he grew up, the glory days of Hong Kong films have already come to an end. In other words, he has hardly ever watched any Hong Kong films.

Fortunately, during Wang Dao's growth period, there was an information explosion, and various platforms had nostalgic clips from the 70s and 80s, especially Hong Kong films.

Wang Dao did know a few people—but that was all.

The reason he asked the question was because he thought of a famous clip—the so-called "three years after three years" meme.

Wang Dao clearly remembers how brutal Huang Gou's manipulation of Chen Yongren was.

Chen Guozhong looked at Wang Dao with surprise:

Do you still need my help?

"Why don't you just go to Liang Kun and tell him you want to be with him?"

Wang Daoren was dumbfounded:

"what?"

"Should I go find someone to fight?"

Chen Guozhong sighed:
"You do have ambition."

"But Liang Kun is just an old 49er. If you make a name for yourself and say you want to be with him, do you think he would dare to take you in?"

“I know your concerns—there’s nothing wrong with your identity.”

"I'm sorry, but your background is your best cover."

Wang Dao shrugged. This body had no relatives. He was the legendary orphan.

Chen Guozhong looked at Wang Dao:

“Ado, I have to remind you of something.”

Wang Dao's spirits lifted, his eyes filled with anticipation. Was Chen Guozhong, like the yellow dog, beginning to remind him not to forget his identity as a policeman?
It's not that Wang Dao enjoys being manipulated; it's purely out of curiosity about a "classic reenactment."

"You're just an undercover agent working for Brother Kun, with a cover identity to help you gather information through the gangsters. Don't betray your friends like some people do."

"Please be extremely careful about your safety." Wang Dao was taken aback and said incredulously:
"Sir, is this why you sent me to infiltrate Liang Kun's inner circle?"

"Otherwise what?" Chen Guozhong looked at Wang Dao with surprise.

"We're police officers, why go through all this trouble to gather information?" Wang Dao was very puzzled.

Chen Guozhong sighed heavily:
"Ado, you haven't graduated yet, or strictly speaking, you haven't even entered society. You don't understand society at all."

Hong Kong has four million people.

"But do you know how many clubs there are?"

Wang Dao casually remarked:
"a lot of!"

Chen Guozhong took out a cigarette, lit it himself, and said with some melancholy,

"Five hundred thousand people!"

Wang Dao failed to grasp the meaning of Chen Guozhong's words.
"What, 500,000 people?"

Chen Guozhong's voice became low and deep.

"The association has 500,000 members."

"Perhaps even more!"

Wang Dao was startled; he was genuinely frightened.
"so much?"

Chen Guozhong looked somewhat dejected.
"Some say that three out of every ten men in Hong Kong have triad backgrounds."

"Of course, the vast majority of these are blue lanterns."

"Many people register their names specifically to avoid being bullied."

"Even so, you should know exactly how many people are in the club."

Wang Dao fell silent.

Chen Guozhong exhaled a smoke ring forcefully.
"The gang is the thief, and we are the soldiers."

"It is only natural for soldiers to catch thieves, and it is also only natural for thieves to hide from soldiers."

"The people with the best information in Hong Kong aren't us cops, they're the gangsters."

“When we go to them to ask for information, we are often refused.”

Chen Guozhong sighed with some emotion:
"Besides gangsters, there are all sorts of scumbags."

"Our police officers are busy to death every day."

"The most well-informed people in Hong Kong are the gangsters, but they are also our adversaries."

"There's no other way, so I have to send you to Liang Kun's side."

"If I go to the gangsters to ask for information, they will most likely refuse to give it to me."

"If you go ask the gangsters for information, the result will be completely different."

Wang Dao was beginning to understand his mission.

Chen Guozhong stomped out his cigarette and repeated his instructions:

"Ado, all you need to do is gather information, don't be reckless or aggressive."

That would endanger your safety.

"Of course, if you really get attacked, don't just stand there like an idiot, run away immediately."

"Then call me!"

Wang Dao looked at him, puzzled.

Chen Guozhong laughed and scolded:

"Don't be foolish. I put you in the gang so you could gather information and help us solve cases, not so you could go and die."

"Although Liang Kun is the fourth oldest, he is very good at social maneuvering and has good relationships with many gangs."

"You just need to stay close to him and try to find out what's going on."

"Be smart, safety first."

Wang Dao sincerely thanks:

"Thank you, sir."

My own Chen Guozhong sir is much more reliable than that yellow dog.

Chen Guozhong patted him on the shoulder,

"I'll wait for your news."

Wang Dao grinned and said:

"You will receive my message soon."

(End of this chapter)