Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

Huang Zhicheng stood in the command vehicle, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

Each person was connected in real time to report on the progress of the raid on Lockhart Road. Police cars were parked at the entrances of various venues of the Changyi Society, and police officers wearing bulletproof vests filed in.

"Inspector Wong, Ho Yung has escaped," Lau Kin-ming reported in a low voice as he approached.

Huang Zhicheng nodded, his expression unchanged: "As expected. What about the henchmen we caught?"

"They have been taken back to the police station in batches. The initial count is forty-seven people, three of whom have warrants for arrest."

"Very good." Wong Chi-shing turned around, his gaze sweeping over the busy police officers. "What Superintendent Szeto wants is a deterrent effect, to let those triads know that Hong Kong Island is not a lawless place."

Lau Kin-ming hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke: "Inspector Wong, we've raided Wo Luen Shing and Tung Sing in succession, and now it's Cheung Yee Society... Could Hung Hing be next?"

Huang Zhicheng's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer directly: "Just do your job."

He certainly wanted to take action against Hung Hing, especially against that Lin Yaodong.

Strangely, every time he suggested to Situ Jie that they investigate Hung Hing, he was politely turned down.

Szeto Kit's original words were: "In combating crime, we must prioritize based on the severity and urgency. Hung Hing has recently transformed into a legitimate business, so we should give them an appropriate observation period."

Observation period?

Huang Zhicheng sneered inwardly.

How could a gang leader who came from a gangster background possibly turn over a new leaf?

Those so-called charitable acts are nothing more than a means to win people's hearts.

Wait until he finds the evidence...

"Inspector Wong, there are reporters at the scene," a police officer reminded them.

Huang Zhicheng straightened his tie and walked towards the door.

Facing the camera, he had to demonstrate the professionalism and determination of the police.

"Fellow citizens, today's police operation is a routine measure to combat organized crime... We will never allow any illegal activities to spread on Hong Kong Island..."

The flashbulbs went off on his face; Huang Zhicheng's expression was serious and resolute.

...

Later that evening, at Lockhart Road, at the Cheung Yee Society nightclub.

Based on the belief that the most dangerous place is the safest place, He Yong returned here after the police raid.

The office was a mess, with an overturned ashtray and documents scattered everywhere.

He Yong stood by the window, watching the police cars and onlookers gradually disperse below, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

"Boss, the statistics are in." A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and wearing a floral shirt walked in. He was Ah Bing, the White Paper Fan (strategist) of the Changyi Society. "Three nightclubs, five mahjong parlors, and two underground gambling dens have all been raided. The initial estimate of the losses is around 1.2 million, not including the cost of bailing out the underlings."

He Yong slammed his fist on the windowsill: "Damn it!"

"And..." Ah Bing hesitated for a moment, "When the cops left, we bribed that insider to say that this was just the beginning, and that we should be careful."

He Yong turned around abruptly: "Where's that blond guy?"

"Downstairs, he was beaten black and blue, and the brothers were all very unhappy, saying that he was the one who caused the trouble."

"Tell him to get up here!"

A few minutes later, the blond-haired man walked into the office, his face red and swollen.

His former arrogance had vanished without a trace, replaced by fear and unease.

"Boss..."

"Kneel down." He Yong's voice was icy.

The blond-haired man knelt down with a thud.

He Yong walked up to him, looking down at him condescendingly: "You bastard, it's all because of your crazy idea that you've squandered the family fortune..."

Another beating and kicking ensued.

"Boss, I..." Huang Mao tried to explain, but He Yong kicked him in the shoulder, sending him falling backward.

"Now my turf is being raided! My brothers have been arrested! My money is flowing out like water!" He Yong became increasingly angry as he spoke, kicking the turf several more times. "Lin Yaodong colluding with the police? You fucking tell me, who's colluding with the police to get me right now!?"

Ah Bing stepped forward and pulled He Yong aside: "Boss, calm down. Hitting him won't solve the problem."

He Yong, panting heavily, pointed at the blond-haired man: "Tell me, how do we resolve this?"

Yellow Hair scrambled to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Boss, we...we can go find Chiang Tin-sang and demand an explanation! The Hung Hing men broke the rules; their leader has to give them an account!"

Ah Bing shook his head: "Do you think Chiang Tin-sang would pay any attention to us? What is the Cheung Yee Society in the eyes of Hung Hing? Besides, we have no evidence. Who would believe that Lam Yiu-tung was behind this?"

"What should we do then?" the blond-haired man asked with a mournful face.

He Yong remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "I want to see Lin Yaodong."

"Boss?" Ah Bing asked in surprise.

"Isn't he running for councilor? Doesn't he claim to be upright and honest?" He Yong sneered. "I'll ask him to his face what he means by doing this."

Ah Bing said worriedly, "But if we go to see him now, what if...?"

"What are you afraid of?" He Yong interrupted him. "In broad daylight, what can he possibly do to me? Besides, this matter needs to be resolved. If he really did it, then we need to discuss terms. If not..."

He paused, then added, "Then we need to find out even more who's behind this."

He walked to his desk and pulled a business card out of a drawer.

That was Lin Yaodong's contact information that I had found out through someone before, but I had never used it.

He Yong picked up the phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and then dialed the number.

Causeway Bay Shopping Mall.

Ruan Mei stood in front of a women's clothing store window, her eyes fixed on a beige dress inside.

The dress has a simple and elegant cut, with a delicate lace trim around the neckline. The price tag reads: $2880.

For her, this was three months' rent.

Lin Yaodong followed her gaze and then gently pushed her shoulder as they entered the store.

"Welcome, sir/madam. What would you like to see?" the sales clerk greeted them warmly.

"Let her try that dress on," Lin Yaodong said, pointing to the shop window.

Ruan Mei quickly waved her hand: "No need, it's too expensive, I'm just looking."

"Trying it is free," Lin Yaodong said with a smile, gesturing to the sales clerk to fetch the clothes.

Ruan Mei was half-pushed and half-forced into the fitting room.

A few minutes later, she came out wearing that dress, stood in front of the mirror, and awkwardly tugged at the hem of her skirt.

"It looks great," Lin Yaodong said sincerely.

Ruan Mei in the mirror was indeed a sight to behold.

The dress's fitted cut accentuated her slender waist, and the off-white color made her skin appear even fairer.

She usually dresses very simply and rarely wears makeup, but at this moment, even the sales clerk couldn't help but praise her: "Miss, this dress looks really good on you, it really brings out your elegance."

Ruan Mei looked at herself in the mirror, a hint of disorientation flashing in her eyes.

She rarely looked at herself so closely, and she rarely bought such expensive clothes.

But I must say, this dress is truly beautiful.

"Wrap it up." Lin Yaodong had already taken out his wallet.

"Wait!" Ruan Mei hurriedly stopped her, "It's too expensive, I really don't need it."

"It's a gift for you."