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

Chapter 49 The Lingering Shadows of the Old Era
evening.

Holding a statement, Lin Tiansheng stopped Pi Zhibang, who was finishing work, in the corridor and said loudly, "Pi sir, the Lobster Bay murder case is done."

Pi Zhibang took the document, his eyes wide with surprise: "You can even solve cold cases, Young Master Sheng, you're really capable."

“The one with real ability isn’t me, it’s Scotland Yard,” Lin Tiansheng said. “If the police force were willing to purchase DNA testing equipment, the case-solving rate could increase by another ten percent.”

Pi Chi-pong said in a serious tone, "Sorry, the police force doesn't have any unsolved cases. How about having tea with Inspector Joe in Mong Kok tonight?"

"Go ahead, I have things to do." Lin Tiansheng waved his hand, his mind focused on solving the case, and he had no interest in joining the big sir's dinner party.

"DNA, to think of DNA technology, that takes brains. Did you spend three years in the pond reading scientific papers every day?" Pi Zhibang looked suspicious. Solving a murder case was still a merit.

Although the Hong Kong police do not have the slogan of "solving every murder case", murder cases are still classified as serious crimes, second only to shootings, terrorist attacks and violent demonstrations.

Back in the office area, Lin Tiansheng glanced at his watch and instructed, "Old Ma, Yunzai stays here. Someone from the Correctional Services Department will come to pick up Lu Guohua later. Everyone else, call it a day."

"Yes, sir."

Faced with irrefutable evidence, the adulterous couple, Lü Guohua and Kong Manman, quickly broke down. Old Ma also employed separate interrogation methods, using a combination of bluffing and deception, to get Kong Manman to talk first.

The case is not complicated. First, Kong Manman, a housewife, was in charge of financial management and met Lü Guohua at a securities company.

Later, Manager Lü, who had been recruiting clients to invest in private equity for a long time, helped Kong Manman make a lot of money when the market was good.

Kong Manman, who had long been submissive to her husband at home, gradually raised her head and realized that her doctor husband worked late every day and didn't spend much time with her.

Running a clinic only earns a tiny amount of money; a month's income can't even keep up with a single day's increase.

Finally, there's the old drama of infidelity. She and Lü Guohua trade stocks during the day and invest at night. But the market is risky. Six months later, the private equity fund managed by Lü Guohua suffered huge losses. He suggested that Kong Manman get a clinic license and borrow commercial loans from banks.

Because the clinic was well-qualified, they managed to obtain 800,000 yuan for refinancing. The entire process was kept secret from the deceased. When the deceased discovered this and questioned them, the body was brutally dismembered and disposed of.

As they left the office together, the young He Li sighed with emotion, "Kong Manman is worse than Pan Jinlian; she's a real bitch."

Zhang Jinrong, who always hated despicable women, shook his head and said earnestly, "NONONO, the one who is wrong is not Kong Manman, the one who is wrong is her doctor husband."

"Giving money to women, tsk tsk, they deserve to die!"

Lin Tiansheng glanced at Arong, who became even more aggressive.

He opened the car door and advised, "When you're on duty and handling cases, you're dealing with the evil in human nature. Don't confuse one person with everyone. You all know what you're doing."

Gao Zicong muttered, "Arong is right, it's all because of eating at the table that we've gotten into this mess."

"Hopeless."

Lin Tiansheng shook his head, not because he blamed Gao Zicong for being hopeless, but because he felt the atmosphere was beyond saving. In his previous life, when the national server first opened, many comrades suffered, and he had to make several trips to the Veterans Affairs Bureau to communicate with the leaders. This time, reborn for decades, wow, he's going to rejoin the leading server, lead his brothers, and fight in the ultimate boxing match, huh!
135 Fa Yuen Street, Mong Kok.

The entrance to a two-story teahouse without a sign.

Pi Chi-pong loosened his tie, nodded to the plainclothes guard at the door, and strode in, holding a folder in his hand. He smiled at the officers sitting around the two square tables and said, "Gentlemen, it's been a long time." He saw Chief Inspector Qiao Jingxing of the Criminal Investigation Department sitting at the head of the table, Huang Qixian of the Internal Investigation Bureau to his right, Chief Inspector Pu Yongshi of the Mobile Force to his left, Senior Inspector Li Jiaxiang of the Flying Tigers, and Inspector Hong Baolian of the Public Relations Bureau.

Senior Inspector Tsang Heung-wing of the Commercial Crime Bureau, and Senior Inspector On Chi-hung of the West Kowloon Uniformed Unit
Among the remnants of the party, all those with real power, from senior inspectors upwards, were present.

Qiao Jingxing, who held the most power, was obviously in charge of making decisions. After Pi Zhibang arrived, he pointed to a chair and said, "Almost everyone is here. Those who are not here are either not suitable or do not want to come."

“The brothers used to be scattered like sand, and we would avoid each other if we could. But now that we’ve all decided to support Young Master Sheng to the end, we should sit down and have a chat.”

Pi Zhibang didn't walk to the chair. Instead, he held up the document, came to Qiao Sir, and said loudly, "Wait a moment, Young Master Sheng has just solved a murder case."

Qiao Jingxing was a little surprised. He took the document, read it, and smiled, "He's smart, willing to work hard, and technically skilled. That's a good thing."

Everyone drank tea and, without speaking, reviewed the documents.

Public Relations Inspector Hung Po-lin, with short hair and light makeup, had a capable demeanor but also pretty and delicate features. She crossed her legs, wore high heels, held a menthol-flavored cigarette, blew out a puff from her red lips, and slowly said, "Tell him to handle arms cases instead of dismemberment cases. If he likes solving murder cases so much, why is he waving his flag? Is he going to stay in the Major Crimes Unit for life?"

Pi Zhibang grinned, intending to take credit for Lin Tiansheng, but no one was talking nonsense. Fortunately, Young Master Sheng didn't come, otherwise the first meeting of the remnants would have blown up.

Unfortunately, the smaller the group and the weaker its power, the more brutal the internal competition and the easier it is for them to fall apart.

If they can't fight their way out, won't they just become bullies at home?
Pi Zhibang protested, "Sister-in-law, a month has passed, and not even a week has gone by yet. There's no need to rush."

Hong Baolian is the mistress of "Lan Gang," one of the four chief detectives. She rose to power by using her looks and thighs. During the anti-corruption storm, she slept with a foreigner, easily escaping the struggle and securing a position of considerable power as a senior inspector in the public relations department. However, as she got older, she was no longer favored by the foreigner and could only return to playing with the remnants of the gang, living like a resentful woman.

The remaining members of the party, including the bigwigs and powerful figures, have all fled. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them a defeated army.

We desperately need a strong person!
Qiao Jingxing is capable, but he is over forty years old and is nearing retirement in the police force. He has lost his drive and is maintaining the status quo with a smile: "If the Criminal Investigation Department can't handle a case, let alone a month, even three or four months, Ah Sheng can handle it. He will be capable of taking on important responsibilities in the future."

"I've gathered everyone here today to unite as one and discuss how we can contribute to helping Asheng rebuild its reputation."

Senior Inspector Lee Ka-cheung of the Flying Tigers, with a buzz cut, dark skin, and a lean build, spoke frankly: "The operations department contributes the effort, the departments with authority contribute the authority, and the departments with lucrative opportunities contribute more money."

"Teahouse signs are easy to find, just flip them over and hang them up, but what kind of signs should we, working in the police force, hold?"

This unlicensed teahouse appeared to have just been cleaned; the octagonal tables and armchairs were spotless. However, the dusty corners, the wire mesh beams, and the yellowed white paint clearly indicated that it hadn't been open for business for many years. Unlike in the past, when detectives and inspectors would come and go every day after closing, drinking tea, chatting, playing cards, and gossiping.

The reunion of old friends is like a shadow cast through a window, forcing one to raise their hand and see the moon of yesteryear. The people are the same as they were then, the moon is the same as it was then, but the full picture is gone, leaving only a lingering shadow.

Huang Qixian remained calm and said, "The signboard should be decided by the person carrying it!"

"Let's talk about how to contribute our efforts and how to contribute our money."

The first meeting was missing the most crucial person, and the officers hurriedly dispersed in less than two hours. But with a beginning, there is a future.

Chung Chi-hui sat in the intelligence vehicle, staring at the red dot representing the location of "Knife East". He slowly approached Tsuen Wan Pier, put the eavesdropping earpiece on his head, and gestured to his colleague: "Notify the Serious Crimes Unit, Tsuen Wan Pier is open for business."

"Yes, sir."

(End of this chapter)