Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

"Fatty Li is a prime example. He deserves to die."

Chen Yao dared not linger any longer and quickly bowed, saying, "I'll take care of it right away." He then hurried out.

...

Fatty Li lay on his bed, groaning and cursing everyone he knew and didn't know in his mind. His physical injuries were slowly healing, but the resentment and hatred in his heart burned like a fire that he couldn't suppress.

"Damn it, Liang Kun! Damn it, Ye Tian! How dare they make me lose face like that in front of so many hall masters!"

"And those damned gang leaders, they've all been kicking me when I'm down... I'll take you all down sooner or later!"

"Why is it Little B who died? Why not Handsome Kun?"

He suddenly thought of something, and a vicious glint flashed in his eyes.

Little B's family is his weakness. Isn't Handsome Kun's mother also Handsome Kun's weakness? If he had known things would turn out this way, he should have plotted against that old woman first, instead of Little B.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

He was so angry he wanted to vent his anger, and couldn't help but swing his arm. The sudden movement immediately aggravated the injury in his lower body, causing him to grimace and gasp in pain. That was all he could do; any more force would cause him unbearable, piercing pain.

"You still want to kill the Twelve Hall Masters along with their heads?"

Stop dreaming!

Two cold, icy voices suddenly exploded in the room.

Fatty Li was greatly startled and suddenly tried to sit up in bed. His movement was too hasty, and he aggravated his injury.

"Awooo!!!!"

He let out a scream that sounded inhuman, clutching his genitals tightly with both hands, curling his body into a shrimp-like shape, his forehead instantly covered in a dense layer of cold sweat, and his face as white as paper.

But the excruciating pain couldn't suppress the horror in his heart. He looked up and saw Dafei and Greyhound leading a dozen or so henchmen, kicking open the door and walking in, each with an unfriendly look in their eyes.

Despite the excruciating pain, Fatty Li roared, "What do you think you're doing? Are you trying to commit insubordination?!"

Dafei picked his nose, flicked his finger, and a black booger landed squarely on Fatty Li's clothes. Fatty Li felt nauseous! He himself liked to pick his toes and disgust people, but he hated it most when others did this to him.

Dafei leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, and said lazily, "Fatty Li, you're no longer the leader of the North Point Hall."

Fat Li roared in fury: "Who dares to remove me? The meeting of the Twelve Hall Masters hasn't even been held yet; this is illegal!"

Greyhound stepped forward and, without saying a word, kicked him in the thigh.

This kick landed right near the injury site.

"Awooo!!!!" Fatty Li let out another pig-like howl, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Stop howling, it sounds awful." Greyhound looked down at him, his voice icy. "Your collusion with Tung Sing Yiu Yeung to kill Causeway Bay gang leader Siu B's entire family has been exposed."

Fatty Li's face turned deathly pale in an instant, devoid of any color. He froze there, like a corpse whose soul had been instantly drained.

"This... how long has it been? Less than twenty-four hours... and it's already broken?"

Greyhound kicked him in the shin twice more, his face full of disgust: "Colluding with outsiders, murdering your fellow sect leader, and you still have the nerve to ask why you were dismissed?"

He wanted to kick again, but Dafei reached out and stopped him.

"Greyhound, be nice to him."

Greyhound looked at Big Fly with a puzzled expression.

Dafei looked at Fatty Li and said sincerely, "Thanks to him, we each earned five million in bonuses. This guy is also going to die, which has left a vacancy for us as a hall master. If nothing unexpected happens, this hall master will either be you or me."

"Without Fatty Li, would we have so many benefits?"

Greyhound thought about it and agreed, nodding, "That's right, we should treat him better."

After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked Fatty Li hard in the groin!

Fatty Li was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and he couldn't even howl anymore. He had no time to protest that the two of them had "betrayed" him.

Greyhound sneered, "I hate traitors the most." He waved his hand, "Take them away, to the beach."

Ten minutes later, the group escorted Fatty Li, who was covered in wounds and could barely stand, to a secluded beach. It was late at night, and the waves crashed against the rocks.

Greyhound took matters into his own hands, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed Fatty Li three times, leaving six holes in his body, sending him on his way according to the Hongmen family rules.

Dafei directed his underlings to lift Fatty Li's corpse onto the pile of firewood that had been prepared beforehand, then picked up a large bucket of gasoline and poured it over the body.

With a click, the lighter ignited, and flames shot up, instantly engulfing the pile of firewood and the corpses, illuminating a small patch of dark coastline. The sizzling sound of burning grease mingled with the sea breeze.

Once the fire was almost completely burned, the underlings rinsed it with seawater, leaving the ground clean and without leaving anything behind.

From this moment on, Fatty Li was completely gone.

...

At the West Kowloon Headquarters, Superintendent Chan Yan-kin of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau knocked on the door of Wong Bing-yiu's office. An impatient voice came from inside.

He pushed open the door and saw Huang Bingyao holding his famous "Gun of Kindness" and scratching his back.

"Officer, something's up."

Huang Bingyao frowned and lowered his gun: "Any progress in the Ni family case?"

Chen Xinjian paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No, not at all. But Yuan Haoyun and Lu Qichang are already making arrangements, it should be soon."

Huang Bingyao frowned even more deeply: "Then what other trouble is there?"

Police hate unexpected situations the most. Like when Ye Tian threw out a 25 million bonus, it threw Hong Kong into turmoil. Not just triads, but people in many industries couldn't concentrate on work today; they were all thinking about finding clues to exchange for money.

Chen Xinjian smiled bitterly: "Ye Tian's 25 million bonus has been claimed by someone else. He's already given word that the real culprit has been found, and the bonus is canceled."

Huang Bingyao's eyes widened suddenly: "What?" He repeated Chen Xinjian's words.

Huang Bingyao leaned back in his chair, speechless. "How long has it been? The reward money was put up at dawn, and it was taken down by evening? The culprit has been found? Which gang did it?"

The police had already made a judgment about the case of Little B. Anyone capable of such a massacre must be either a professional hitman or a triad. Hitmen usually operate with clean methods, not with such crudeness, so it was most likely a triad. Little B himself wasn't a good person, so the police weren't paying much attention, even hoping it would remain a cold case to deter young people from joining triads. No one from above had given any orders to solve the case within a specified timeframe.

Chen Xinjian shook his head regretfully: "Ye Tian did not reveal the killer's identity."

Wong Bing-yiu chuckled coldly: "Just because he doesn't say anything doesn't mean we can't find out. Nine times out of ten, it was done by a mole within Hung Hing. Little B is Chiang Tin-sang's henchman, and some people don't like him. But wiping out an entire family... that doesn't seem like the style of someone from within Hung Hing."

Chan Yan-kin nodded slowly. The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) also held this view.

Don't let Huang Bingyao's current gun-wielding skills fool you; he was a ruthless detective in his youth, and Yuan Haoyun, who is the same age, might not be any better. He's a veteran detective who rose through the ranks, and his judgment is generally accurate.

He carefully placed the "Gun of Kindness" back on the table. Although the gun was no longer usable, it had been with him for over thirty years, and he had grown attached to it.

"It looks like things are about to change within Hung Hing." He looked up at Chan Yan-kin, his expression turning serious. "Inspector Chan, do you think this could trigger a triad war?"

If a major battle were to break out, the police force would be in serious trouble, which is something the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) is trying its best to avoid.

Chen Xinjian thought for a moment and shook his head: "That's unlikely."

"reason?"

Chan Yan-kin organized his thoughts and explained, "When Tung Sing's Ba Bi was killed, everyone thought it would cause a huge uproar, but Tung Sing remained calm, and Hung Hing didn't take any precautions either. We speculate that the two sides have a private deal, which is why the underworld is so peaceful."

"Tung Sing and Hung Hing are both established triads, unlike those newer ones which are more volatile. If it were a newer triad, the murder of their leader would definitely trigger a bloody retaliation. But Tung Sing has been unusually calm this time."

"The circumstances surrounding the killing of Little B this time should be similar."

Wong Bing-yiu reminded: "Little B is Chiang Tin-sang's most trusted right-hand man."

Chan Yan-kin hesitated for a moment, but still insisted: "Little B is the tough guy, but Chiang Tin-sang is the boss. We know what kind of people the triads are; making money is their top priority. If the triads are stable, the underworld is peaceful, and that's how they make big money. Brotherhood? It's a joke in the triads."

"Ye Tian found out the murderer but didn't announce it, which means... the Hung Hing leadership doesn't want to make a big fuss. They might use Little B's death as a bargaining chip to get even greater benefits."

He emphasized, "There aren't any good people out there. Little B is nominally their brother, but very few of them genuinely want revenge. Anyway, he's dead, his opinion doesn't matter. It's not worth sacrificing another life for a dead man; it'll only affect our profits."

"Most likely, as before, the two sides' top officials will talk privately and suppress the matter. Isn't that what those short-statured mules always do?"

Huang Bingyao nodded, then asked, "Which triad do you think was involved in the massacre?"

Chen Xinjian smiled and said, "It's most likely Tung Sing."

Huang Bingyao nodded in satisfaction. He actually thought so too. But they were police officers; they couldn't rely on speculation alone, they needed evidence. Without a complete chain of evidence, nothing they said mattered.