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"Hong Kong is about to change." Lin Yaodong said slowly.

Behind them, Xiao Fu and Su Jianqiu both subconsciously looked up at Lin Yaodong.

Lin Yaodong continued, as if talking to himself, yet also as if addressing his subordinates: "The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) is making arrests, the police are cracking down on organized crime, the Japanese are offering bounties, mysterious assassins are on the move... all these forces are vying for power, and the waters are getting increasingly murky."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping across the two faces before finally settling on the most densely lit area of ​​Causeway Bay in the distance.

"And we, we must do our own thing."

Lin Yaodong's tone suddenly turned stern: "Causeway Bay is our territory. I want it to be spotless and transparent. Not a single piece of junk, not a packet of powder, is allowed. Understand?"

"Understood!" Xiao Fu and Su Jianqiu replied in unison, their voices strong and clear.

Lin Yaodong nodded in satisfaction.

soon.

A black Honda sedan came to a stop in front of the convenience store.

The car door opened, and three figures quickly got out, their movements clean and efficient, their steps noticeably hurried.

Lin Yaodong recognized the man in the lead—Qiu Gang'ao, a police sergeant from the Kowloon West District Serious Crime Unit.

Following behind were his two subordinates, Bursting Pearl and Young Master.

The three walked straight toward Lin Yaodong.

"Mr. Lin," Qiu Gang'ao spoke first, his tone polite but unable to hide his urgency.

"Chiu Sir." Lin Yaodong nodded, his gaze lingering on the other man's face for a moment.

He could see the excitement and anticipation in Qiu Gang'ao's eyes, which gave him confidence.

He gestured toward a dark alley next to the convenience store.

"The person is inside."

"Burning Beads, Young Master, you two go and bring the person out." Qiu Gang'ao did not go in himself, but stayed where he was.

Lin Yaodong said, "The two meatball sellers were caught by my men when they were just making a sale on my turf."

Without much small talk, we got straight to the point.

Qiu Gang'ao looked at Lin Yaodong and smiled politely, "This time, we are very grateful for Mr. Lin's help."

"You're welcome." Lin Yaodong waved his hand. "Cooperating with the police is the duty of every citizen."

The two exchanged a knowing smile, their understanding unspoken.

Qiu Gang'ao didn't know how much of Lin Yaodong's words were true and how much were false, but he didn't care.

The Serious Crimes Unit, while investigating the Tsuen Wan shootout, uncovered a Vietnamese gang.

However, just as they were starting to uncover the Vietnamese drug network and had a lead, the ringleader got wind of it and went into hiding. All the distribution points also came to a standstill, and the investigation came to a standstill for a time.

Lin Yaodong's provision of two suspects involved in selling ecstasy is undoubtedly a timely help.

The ecstasy business is almost monopolized by the Vietnamese gang. Catching two small fry could lead to finding bigger fish.

"I heard that the incident in Tsuen Wan last time was also related to the Vietnamese gang?" Lin Yaodong asked casually.

Qiu Gang'ao's expression changed slightly, and he hesitated for a moment: "This... Mr. Lin, I'm not at liberty to disclose anything about the case..."

"I understand, I understand," Lin Yaodong said with a smile. "The police force has rules and regulations, I know that. It's just that those damn Vietnamese bastards are causing trouble on my turf, so of course I have to cooperate with the police to send them to jail."

"Mr. Lin is a reasonable person," Qiu Gang'ao said with a smile, but in his heart he felt more admiration for Lin Yaodong.

The man in front of me is no ordinary person.

Since taking over Mong Kok, he has been doing something that no one can understand – cracking down on drugs.

Lin Yaodong even declared that no drug transactions were allowed within his sphere of influence.

This practice is practically self-destructive in the underworld, but Lin Yaodong managed to make his territory thrive through other legitimate businesses.

"You know, my company has a lot of people, so it's convenient for me to find people, do eyeliner, and so on..."

Lin Yaodong continued, his tone relaxed as if he were chatting, "If your police force needs our cooperation in anything, or if you need to find anyone, you can tell me."

Qiu Gang'ao's expression became noticeably unnatural.

He knew, of course, that Lin Yaodong was telling the truth; the police were desperately short of manpower to find the leader of the Vietnamese gang.

What Lin Yaodong has in abundance is manpower.

His eyes and ears were everywhere in Causeway Bay.

If... this case can be solved in one fell swoop with Lin Yaodong's help, then my promotion to senior inspector is almost a certainty...

The thought flashed through Qiu Gang'ao's mind, but he suppressed his wavering.

For a police officer, cooperating with a triad boss is a major taboo, even if the other party acts like a law-abiding citizen.

Lin Yaodong seemed to see through Qiu Gang'ao's hesitation. He stepped forward and patted the man on the shoulder: "Qiu sir, you know I, Lin Yaodong, am a good guy, right?"

"If there's anything I can help with, I'm happy to oblige."

His sincere tone and kind smile gave Qiu Gang'ao a sense of inexplicable affinity.

Mr. Lin, he really...

If all gang leaders were like you, Hong Kong would be peaceful...

Qiu Gang'ao took a deep breath and finally relented: "We have leads on the leader of the Vietnamese gang... but the evidence is insufficient, and they've recently gone into hiding; we can't find them..."

Although he has principles, he is flexible about his bottom line and is not inflexible.

He paused, observing Lin Yaodong's reaction, and said, "If it's possible, I'd like to trouble Mr. Lin for a favor."

"Of course, no problem," Lin Yaodong agreed immediately without hesitation. "Do you have a photo or any distinguishing features?"

"There are no photos." Qiu Gang'ao shook his head. "All I know is that the Vietnamese gang is led by three brothers: the eldest is called Brother Zha, the second is called Tony, and the youngest is called Ah Hu. These are all aliases..."

"It's them..." Lin Yaodong muttered to himself, the image of the three Vietnamese brothers from the movie "Flash Point" quickly flashing through his mind.

They are ruthless and arrogant, the kind of desperados who would do anything for money.

Upon hearing Lin Yaodong's whisper, Qiu Gang'ao's face immediately changed color: "Mr. Lin knows about them?"

Lin Yaodong nodded thoughtfully: "You know, I used to be in the underworld too, so I know a bit about it. I roughly know who it is."

He was only half telling the truth.

While one shouldn't completely trust information from movies from past lives, the basic characteristics and behavior styles should be largely accurate.

More importantly, the bookmaker he has been unable to locate is likely connected to these three Vietnamese brothers.

He currently has two unfinished reward fragments, one of which is half of the Little Smart Technology.

To obtain the remaining fragments, the system requires catching the dealer.

Excitement flashed in Qiu Gang'ao's eyes: "Can Mr. Lin find them?"

He thought to himself, "As expected, finding these bugs hiding underground still requires the help of people in the underworld."

Police resources are limited, and informants may not be reliable, but someone like Lin Yaodong has eyes and ears in both the underworld and legitimate society, making it much easier for him to find people than for the police.

"If they are really hiding in Causeway Bay, I will do my best to find them." Lin Yaodong didn't make a promise, but his tone was serious enough. "I will contact you if I have any news."

"Thank you, Mr. Lin," Qiu Gang'ao said sincerely.

Just then, Bursting Pearl and Young Master escorted two handcuffed young men out of the alley.

"Don't push me, I can walk by myself." The blond-haired man struggled, his tone arrogant. "It's just a police station, like going home..."