The Chief Detective Inspector is dead. I'm now the top police officer in Hong Kong!

Chapter 105 Mong Kok Market (24)

Women's Street, an open-air market.

Chung Chi-hui, dressed in a white shirt, tossed down a hundred-dollar Hong Kong dollar bill, picked up the handbag she had chosen from the stall, turned around and blended into the crowd, took out her mobile phone, dialed a number, and said calmly, "Boss, Man-piu has shipped the goods."

Lin Tiansheng sat up on the sofa, startling the girl who was resting in his arms, and said, "So fast, you're really in a hurry."

"Looks like they're going to wipe out all the other counterfeiters in the market and force the factories to rush production." Zhong Zhihui opened the car door and threw the bag into the back seat.

"They're brainless, rushing to their doom," Lin Tiansheng said. "Keep an eye on their factory, take lots of photos, and prepare to report it."

"clear."

Lin Tiansheng patted Ah Feng's buttocks, lit a cigarette, got up and went to the window, dialed Chen Sheng's number, and instructed the shop assistants in Mong Kok to go shopping.

Chen Sheng was having hot pot with several officers when he put down the phone, glanced at everyone, and immediately ordered: "Return to the police station and get to work. There's a new case."

"Yes, sir!"

"receive."

Lin Tiansheng called Madam Hong in the public relations department again, speaking politely: "Sister Hong."

"What's wrong? Why are you calling so late?" Hong Baolian spread her legs, stomped her high heels on her boyfriend's face, and said arrogantly, "It's late at night, nothing good can come of it."

Lin Tiansheng was even more polite: "Sister Hong, there's a case in Mong Kok that we'd like the public relations department to release a press release about."

"Call me A-Lian!"

Hong Baolian pressed harder with her feet, her tone as if she were scolding someone.

"The public relations department doesn't send out just any case. Make it clear, what kind of case are you referring to!"

Lin Tiansheng's expression froze. Something was off. He'd never seen Madam Hong act so arrogantly during meetings at the teahouse. And then, the faint sound of a man crying out in pain coming from the phone made him wonder: "Damn, I'm just part of the play, huh?"

"The case of selling counterfeit luxury brand handbags, Ah Lian."

Hong Baolian, her eyes filled with satisfaction, kicked her boyfriend away. With her beautiful features and professional makeup, she exuded charm and stood up, saying, "Did some gangster offend you?"

"I suppose so," Lin Tiansheng replied.

Hong Baolian chuckled and said, "Call me A-Lian, and I have to take care of your business. Offending you is offending your mother. I'll definitely make a big fuss about that bastard for you, choose the best headline, the best time slot! Call all my friends in the media to hype it up together."

Lin Tiansheng was a little afraid that Madam Hong would make excessive demands, so he quickly said, "Thank you, Madam, please go ahead with your work."

"You bastard, call me A-Lian."

Hong Baolian hung up the phone, her ample chest heaving, and looked at her boyfriend who was crawling over from the carpet, furious: "Men are all the same, they forget what they just said, damn it."

Lin Tiansheng put away his phone, still shaken: none of the people around him, men or women, were normal.

He picked up his coat from the sofa, said a few words, and hurriedly left.

"I have something to do at the police station, so I'm going to bed first."

When he drove to Ladies' Street, more than thirty Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) officers had already swept through the area. A dozen or so vendors selling counterfeit handbags, handcuffed, were being escorted into police cars.

Dozens of simply dressed, street-smart women and men blocked the front of the car, making a ruckus.

Seeing the chaos at the scene, Lin Tiansheng thought to himself, "Just as I expected." Eight out of ten vendors in the open-air market were members of triads, but they were different from the violent gangsters. Their joining the triads was probably influenced by their early environment. In the days when there was no triad backing, and even selling egg tarts could get you killed, just to make a living, you had to cut off a chicken's head and offer it as tea to the triad boss.

Having a gang sign means paying less protection money. When a gang opens a new location and needs manpower, they will also select from among them.

At their peak, the four major credit associations had tens of thousands of members, most of whom were ordinary people like this.

Chen Sheng, biting the whistle and with his hand on his gun holster, kept blowing the whistle, looking troubled, and shouted at the vendors to back off.

"Mr. Chen."

Lin Tiansheng squeezed into the crowd and arrived at the police station. Chen Sheng's eyes lit up, and he felt a little relieved. He said urgently, "Lin sir, these bastards have surrounded my convoy."

"Fuck your mother!"

The hot-tempered bald man slammed his fist on the front of the car and yelled, "Are you going to eat shit tonight? Your mouth is so filthy, do you believe I'll chop you up? Go for it!"

“We pay sanitation fees to the municipal government and do business in a legal and compliant manner.”

"Hey, hey, what gives you the right to arrest people? So what if you're a cop!"

Lin Tiansheng stopped Chen Sheng, who was agitated, his blood rushing to his head, and his cheeks flushed. He raised his hands and shouted to the crowd, "Uncles, aunts, and uncles, don't worry. Arresting them has nothing to do with the open-air market. The police are investigating a case involving the production of counterfeit handbags."

The woman, with her hair adorned with numerous hair clips and wearing a red floral shirt, was still not letting up. She shouted, "Damn it, where are there fake handbags and clothes? What's the difference between genuine and pirated? The customers aren't blind. Mind your own business."

Lin Tiansheng saw that more and more people were gathering on the periphery. Uniformed police officers and mobile units patrolling different districts had arrived at the scene and were using walkie-talkies to call out, preparing to disperse the citizens.

"Yes, the bags are not fake, but when the police receive a report, they have to come out and do their job."

After finishing his call with the outer crew, Chen Sheng leaned forward and whispered in their ear, "Young Master Sheng, the brothers are ready to get to work."

The complexities of the O-Division operation were on full display at this moment. Dealing with citizens is no easy task. Forceful clearance was the last resort, but he didn't want to offend his neighbors unless absolutely necessary. Giving legal advice to the elderly folks who hadn't had much schooling was something out of a movie.

People who understand the law wouldn't have surrounded the car.

Lin Tiansheng said calmly, "Don't do anything for now. They're just a bunch of neighbors whose livelihoods have been taken away. Don't resort to violence. Call the night market management. They've already made all the necessary preparations."

The crowd watching the commotion from the outside was mostly composed of gangsters, numbering over a hundred. Among them were members of the Sun Kee triad, the Shing Wo triad, and informants from other triads.

A man with a round head and a chubby body, wearing light makeup, a pink shirt, and white pants, stood out conspicuously among dozens of gangsters beside him.

Chen Sheng understood immediately. He put his left hand on his hip, pointed at the gangsters outside with his right hand, and shouted, "Damn it, who's in charge of this place? Come out and settle things with these guys. If you can't settle things with them, I'll settle things with you."

"Gay Biao" had heard that Wo Shing Wo's stall had a batch of new goods selling very well, so he came to the market specifically to check it out. Unexpectedly, the new goods that had just been put on the shelves immediately attracted the police to sweep the area. His eyes darted around, and he put his hand on the shoulder of the leader and said, "Horse Tail, tell the vendors to disperse. Our good opportunity has come."

With her long ponytail tied up on her head, she grabbed a glass bottle, rushed into the crowd, and smashed it against the bald man who was yelling the loudest.

"Bang"

The bald man, his head bleeding profusely, let out a miserable scream as someone straddled him.

"What are you looking at? Want to get beaten up? Get lost!"

Gay Biao walked out confidently, kicked the person on the ground, and shouted to the vendors, "I haven't settled my score with Wen Biao yet. If you don't want trouble, go back to doing business."

　I've been writing for too long lately, over ten hours a day, which has caused poor sleep. Yesterday, I was woken up after only three or four hours of sleep, so I can only update two chapters for now. The remaining two chapters will have to be updated in the evening. Subsequent updates will probably have to be split into two parts. This is how it is with large-scale updates; I can't save up drafts, please forgive me.

　　
　
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