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

Chapter 159 Dismemberment, Power (13)

Lin Tiansheng lit a cigarette, then picked up the list and flipped through the pages arrogantly. First were the fallen officers, then one major case, and three undercover agents.

The two brothers from the serious crime squad who died were He Li, one of the "small fry," and Gao Zicong, the other, is still in the ICU.

Of the three members of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), two were from West Kowloon and one was a subordinate of Chan Sing. More than half of the seriously injured members came from the West Kowloon OCTB, which shows how ruthless those gangsters were.

It was the bravery and dedication of his men that gave Lin Tiansheng the confidence to dictate the list of award recipients. Because the merits forged in blood were indelible.

The fact that they dared to smear the achievements of the Royal Hong Kong Police and frontline officers shows that the Hong Kong British authorities were destroying their own foundation and should not even think about ruling Hong Kong Island again.

Henry's initial list had clearly been discussed with his superiors and complied with regulations, with no omissions. However, Lin Tiansheng still raised his demands, loudly proclaiming, "He Li's killing of the Triad leader, Four-Eyed Dragon, dealt a blow to the gang's arrogance and should be awarded the Gold Medal of Valor."

The Bronze Medal of Valor is awarded to officers who die in action or demonstrate heroism. The Silver Medal of Valor is awarded to officers who have served long service or who have died in a major case. The former increases allowances and compensation by one level, while the latter increases them by two levels.

The four fallen men all wore silver medals and were entitled to at least inspector-level compensation.

The Gold Medal of Valor is awarded to mid- to high-ranking police officers who die in the line of duty, typically those with the rank of Senior Inspector or those of inspector rank.

His allowance and compensation were raised three levels, and given Sergeant Ho's seniority, he was entitled to the compensation of a senior inspector. Meanwhile, on the list of awards, Lam Tin-shing himself only received a bronze medal.

Henry thought for a moment and then readily agreed: "Yes, I will apply to the director."

The three departments of West Kowloon Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), Serious Crimes Unit (SCTB), and Police Tactical Unit (PTU) will receive honorary awards, collective commendations, and financial subsidies. They will also receive preferential treatment in subsequent personnel changes and promotion examinations.

“Thank you, sir.” Lin Tiansheng stood at attention and saluted. Henry put down the list, stood up, walked to the table, and suddenly whispered, “After I’m transferred, are you interested in coming back to work with me?”

After this incident, his promotion to superintendent is a certainty, and after successfully "dissecting the new detective," his position will change. Lin Tiansheng knew immediately that he was going to be transferred out of the West Kowloon District, and said with a smile, "If possible, I have no objection."

In West Kowloon, a superintendent is the ceiling; the next level up is Commissioner and Deputy Commissioner. If you don't want to climb the ranks, the best option is to transfer to headquarters and try to manage a Class C unit.

Henry nodded slightly, hoping to continue serving under Lin Tiansheng. Having experienced having a formidable subordinate, he could no longer be content with mediocrity and routine transfers.

He said softly, "I know you guys are fighting fiercely among yourselves, and many senior officers don't like you. I'll do my best to help you in any way I can."

"Thank you, sir." Lin Tiansheng said expressionlessly again. As long as he doesn't make peace with the underworld and maintains his image as a daredevil, the remnants of the gang can still prove their worth no matter which department or which officer they're under.

An assistant walked to the office door, raised his hand to knock, and called out from outside, "Sir, William Sir wants Lin Sir to come to the detention room."

"Understood." Henry, with a cigar in his mouth, answered towards the door, then looked at Lin Tiansheng: "Those Triads are only afraid of you."

"Let's go, let's go take a look."

In the old main building of the police station, on the second floor, fourteen detention rooms held Su Long, Axe Jun, Li Zhiqiang, Mai Gao, Li Yutian and other bigwigs of the New Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

The renowned "Five Tigers and Ten Heroes" were all present, except for the deceased Chen Yaoxing and Wen Biao. Also present were the gang elders, uncles, outstanding young men, and the newly brought-back members of the Xiang clan.

Previously involved in triad affairs, Ah Rong, a "public housing kid," and Ah Bo, a "burning incense guy," were later locked in one room by Four-Eyes Takching. The two brothers, Ah Qiang and Ah Sheng, who had long been excluded from triad affairs and were only fit to stand like lackeys at meetings, were locked in another room and kept to themselves.

Among them, the Zhazhi people who had just experienced a major battle were dejected and hung their heads, while those who were unable to fight were full of energy and cursed incessantly.

"Damn it, what does Four-Eyed Longgan's mess have to do with me?" As the second young master of the family, Ah Rong had once held power, but he had a fiery temper when he was young and was not valued by his father, so he failed to seize the throne.

He became a front man in his family's real estate business. Because he successfully bid for public housing projects multiple times, he was jokingly called "public housing boy" by business owners, who looked down on him for only making money from public funds and having no real ability.

Apo, on the other hand, was skilled at managing the gang and was once chosen by his father. However, his father was later deported, and the incident happened suddenly. His subordinates were no match for the "crown prince."

After being ousted from the core of power, he burned incense and prayed to Buddha every day in an attempt to save his life, earning him the nickname "Incense Burner".

"Your surname isn't Xiang!"

"The big shot is playing such an extravagant game. If he loses, the guy surnamed Xiang will be in trouble." The incense burner looked calm, clearly seeing the situation clearly.

Ah-Qiang sighed deeply and lamented, "Such a good prefix, ruined like this."

Those not involved in the gang's operations, of course, had no idea how acute the conflict within the New Bureau had become. After Lin Tiansheng and Henry arrived, the bigwigs in the prison cells gradually got up and walked to the fence.

William pointed to the cell and said, "Those people are only willing to talk to you."

"Leave it to me." Lin Tiansheng readily agreed, stepped forward to Su Long, and said, "West Kowloon is yours, any questions?"

Su Long pondered for a moment, then nodded helplessly: "They're all in jail now, so whatever you say goes."

Preserving the most essential branches of the Yau Tsim Mong gang and establishing their own independent entity is not a complete success, but it is still a gain. Although there was no direct cooperation with Lam Tin-shing, there was a tacit understanding between them, which allowed him to extricate himself.

Of course, someone needed to take charge of the branches in Wan Chai, Kwun Tong, and East Kowloon. Lam Tin-shing looked at Axe-Hand: "Aren't you from Tuen Mun Pure Suit?"

"From now on, East Kowloon, Kwun Tong, and Tuen Mun will be under your jurisdiction."

Axe Jun's expression changed slightly. He was not happy about handing over his territory in Tsim Sha Tsui to a rural gang leader. He replied dismissively, "Fine, you're so capable. I'll do whatever you say."

Lin Tiansheng strode to the door of the Xiang brothers' cell, pointed at Xiang Qiang's nose and said, "The new bureau needs someone surnamed Xiang to take charge of the overall situation. You step forward!"

The youngest and least experienced, A-Qiang, pointed to his own nose and said incredulously, "Me?"

"It's you! You can't understand human language!"

Aside from Su Long being relatively satisfied with the arrangements, the Xiang brothers, Axe Jun, Li Yutian, and others all had their own agendas. However, the police force's goal was to dismantle the New Police Agency into pieces, deliberately creating conflicts in order to continue weakening it.
William watched as Lin Tiansheng took charge of the overall situation and divided up the new bureau. He knew that the gang of thugs had been subdued. He thought to himself, "I need to write a report to the boss and apply for a promotion for him."

It wasn't because the foreigners wanted to promote him, but because he won the war, his power expanded, and he seized power prematurely. Power, sometimes, doesn't need to be acknowledged; granting recognition is a political art.

(End of this chapter)