Hong Kong film: Refusing to go undercover, the policeman's path to becoming the richest man.

Chapter 35 Iron Fist Gun Muzzle

It would be best if both sides suffered heavy losses.

The police are worthless, and the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) isn't exactly clean either.

Every one that gets hurt is one less to worry about; if we could kill a few, that would be even better!

A twisted sense of pleasure rose within him.

He Chu raised his hand, his tone calm yet authoritative: "Don't say I didn't warn you—obstructing police enforcement has consequences, I don't need to elaborate, do I?"

The people surrounding him sneered in unison.

They thought He Chu had probably gone mad.

What place is this?

ICAC Headquarters!

Saying that in a place like this? Who do you think you are?

Has your brain gotten waterlogged?

A group of people swarmed around him, holding batons and with menacing expressions, clearly intending to teach He Chu a lesson.

Forget about rules and regulations, let's teach them a lesson first.

This is indeed the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), but even for Commissioner Law's sake, we can't let this kid get away unscathed.

If you're going to be a lackey, you need to have this much sense of observation.

He Chu smirked and sneered, "The words 'Justice and Integrity' are written on the wall outside."

"Fair and honest?"

He glanced around at the approaching figures, his eyes filled with disdain. "You think you're worthy to utter those two words?"

These words were like a match, instantly igniting everyone's anger.

Someone shouted, and everyone immediately pounced on them.

Chen Yongren's heart tightened, and he instinctively wanted to rush over to help.

Luo Ji grabbed his arm: "Don't move, listen to Inspector He's instructions."

"Brother Ji!" Chen Yongren stamped his feet anxiously, "How can Ah Chu hold off so many people all by himself?"

He's not someone who's never been in a fight.

Back when he was a street urchin, he thought that since he had received formal training at the police academy, he could at least be a tough guy when it came to fighting.

But reality slapped him hard in the face—it was all a fantasy!

Police academies teach control and apprehension, emphasizing the ability to subdue criminals.

But what about street thugs fighting? They're risking their lives! There's no set method to it; they rely entirely on dirty tricks—pulling hair, poking eyes, groin strikes, nose-banging—the most despicable things they can do.

Police officers like Chen Yongren, with their respectable backgrounds, often find themselves at a disadvantage in real fights.

He knew all too well the suffocating feeling of being surrounded.

The human eye naturally has blind spots.

Theoretically, the field of vision is at most 156 degrees, but in reality? The top of the head is only about 50 degrees, the area under the chin is about 70 degrees, the side of the nose is 65 degrees, and the area around the temple is 90 degrees.

In other words, you can't see the threats behind you or to your sides at all.

Once surrounded, a weakness will inevitably be revealed sooner or later.

This was experience he gained through repeated beatings, paid for with his own blood.

Therefore, he really couldn't bear to see He Chu suffer the same pain.

Before he could finish speaking, several screams suddenly rang out.

Chen Yongren's heart skipped a beat—no way? Ah Chu collapsed so quickly?

But when he turned around, he was stunned, and then he grinned.

Lying haphazardly on the ground were all the ICAC officers who had been so aggressive earlier.

He Chu lightly brushed the dust off his hands, his tone sarcastic: "This is what you call elites? I think it's a dumping ground for trash."

Chen Yongren was completely bewildered, having no idea how the situation had suddenly reversed.

Just a second ago, He Chu was surrounded, but in the blink of an eye, it became a one-sided crushing victory.

But the result is clear: they won.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to ask Luo Ji, "Brother Ji, what exactly did A-Chu use?"

Luo Ji's expression changed slightly, and his voice deepened: "So, Inspector He, the master of the Eight Trigrams Palm, is a trained practitioner!"

Chen Yongren looked bewildered.

He didn't see the process clearly, but others saw it clearly.

Baguazhang, also known as Zhuanzhang, emphasizes using footwork to lead the body and using circling movements to disrupt the opponent's vision.

This is a skill specifically designed to counter group fights.

It is similar to Bajiquan in close-quarters combat, but it is superior in its flexibility and versatility.

The more people there are, the more obvious its advantages become.

As mentioned earlier, human vision has natural blind spots. No matter how much you train your reaction speed, your physiological structure determines that you cannot see what is happening behind or diagonally behind you.

However, with the footwork of Baguazhang, the practitioner is always at the edge of the opponent's vision or even in a blind spot, constantly creating misalignments, making it impossible for the enemy to defend against.

In just a few breaths, He Chu struck with lightning speed, showing no mercy.

He is exceptionally talented and has already honed his close-quarters combat skills to the highest level.

Despite its small size, Hong Kong Island is home to numerous martial arts schools.

Back then, there were several martial arts gyms near the streets he patrolled, offering all sorts of styles, including Tai Chi, Wing Chun, Bagua, Da Sheng Pi Gua, and Cai Li Fo.

When he had nothing to do, he liked to stand at the door and watch people practice their skills.

His strength lies in his astonishing comprehension.

What others struggle to master in three to five years, he can grasp in just a few glances; what takes ten years of practice, he may only need a few months to comprehend.

At this moment, on his skill panel, under the "Close Combat" section, several items were clearly listed:

Tai Chi Chuan, High-level Wing Chun, High-level Da Sheng Pi Gua, High-level Cai Li Fo, High-level Bagua Zhang, High-level Real Martial Arts Prodigy!

But he never showed any of his abilities in front of others.

As for his appearance, two words suffice—handsome!

In terms of looks, Nan Gu and Bei Jiao, as well as Nicholas Tse and Daniel Wu, are all in the same league.

The public relations department was desperate to poach him to be their brand ambassador. What do you think they were after? Just his face alone is enough to outshine half of the entertainment industry.

Who would have thought that beneath the guise of a celebrity lies such a fierce fighting spirit?

In just a moment, the Bagua Swimming Palm had already been unleashed, with fists and kicks clashing past, and a group of people had already fallen to the ground!

The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) officers, who prided themselves on their fighting skills, rushed forward aggressively. Before they could even raise their batons or form any thoughts of making a name for themselves, He Chu had already moved with lightning speed—one punch knocking one down, one kicking another. This was hardly a fight; it was clearly a one-sided crushing defeat!

Lu Zhilian witnessed this fierce scene, but his expression remained unchanged. Instead, he quietly led his men back half a step.

He's ridiculously handsome, and incredibly skilled in combat too? I can't mess with him!

His subordinates reacted even faster, immediately taking two steps back.

To be honest, when Lu Zhilian said he wouldn't get involved, his subordinates were a little worried—wasn't this just offending Commissioner Luo for no reason? What if Commissioner Luo dealt with He Chu and then retaliated against them? Were they just waiting to be punished?

But in just a minute, everyone was filled with relief—the chief investigator's eyes were indeed sharp!

Is this something that can be done by human power?

Watching helplessly as that man, more attractive than a movie star, suddenly transformed into Bruce Lee—

The impact was so powerful it sent chills down my spine.

While they were secretly relieved, Commissioner Luo and Fang Xiangdong were completely stunned.

What happened? So many people attacked one enemy, and they were all wiped out?

Fang Xiangdong was both shocked and furious: "Those foreign devils are completely unreliable! I should never have teamed up with you!"

His subordinates suffered a crushing defeat, and Commissioner Luo was humiliated.

He said with a serious face, "Don't worry, Mr. Fang."

I will give you an explanation.

Fang Xiangdong stared at him coldly: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old? The police have already come to your door to arrest you! And you're still putting on an act?"

Commissioner Luo suddenly burst into laughter: "I'm a high-ranking British civil servant. They have no right to touch me, not even the Commissioner of Police!"

He Chu shook his head, then couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Are you out of your mind?"

"I'm here on orders to invite you to the police station for a cup of tea."

"This is Hong Kong Island. Coffee is an import; tea is the authentic way to drink it."

"Let's go."

Commissioner Luo continued to laugh wildly: "I've said it before, no one has the right to arrest me on this land."

Even when the situation was completely out of control, he remained calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.

He slowly took a gun from the cabinet, completely ignoring everyone around him. He carefully checked the magazine, released the safety, and then, in full view of everyone, raised the gun and pointed it directly at He Chu: "Now, I order you to leave immediately."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind shooting."

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

He Chu almost thought he had misheard: "Are you threatening me?"

Commissioner Luo laughed heartily: "Threat? No, no, no."

"I was just stating the facts."

"Hong Kong Island is nothing but our colony. We Brits are born with special privileges," he added with a sneer. "Do you believe that even if I shot you right now, the court would acquit me?"

"No!"

"I don't need to go to court at all."

"As an ICAC Commissioner, I naturally represent the light of justice."

"And you one"

"They are the disruptors of order, the villains."

"Just eliminating a few unruly villains, 99"

"The entire British Parliament will applaud me."

"The governor won't say anything, and no one else has the right to speak."

The crowd erupted in uproar; everyone stared at him as if he were a madman.

Except for Xiang Dong, everyone from He Chu down had anger burning in their eyes.

He Chu said with a cold laugh, "I finally understand."

"In your eyes, we're not even human?"

Commissioner Luo made no attempt to hide his true feelings, readily admitting, "That's right."

"You yellow-skinned monkeys, you were born to create wealth for us."

"How to talk about people"? "

"If you don't get out of here, don't blame the bullets for being blind!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the air suddenly cooled down.

He Chu turned to look at Lu Zhilian and sighed softly, "It's really hard on you to work under such a beast."

Lu Zhilian clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, burning with rage.

But this anger was not directed at He Chu, but rather at Commissioner Luo.

His heart turned cold—he had actually served such a scoundrel for so many years—

A wave of shame washed over me.

He Chu turned his gaze back and looked at Commissioner Luo with a mocking expression: "What a pity, it's not 1982 anymore."

"Otherwise, you could help Mrs. Therese in front of the Great Hall of the People and gain some credit."

"There aren't many years left until 1997. Wake up from your daydreams."

When Margaret Thatcher fell on the steps of the Great Hall of the People, it directly triggered a stock market crash.

Whenever He Chu thought about it, he wished he could travel back in time so that he could have seized at least 30% of the market! It was a golden opportunity that he missed.

Seeing Commissioner Luo's true colors now only makes me feel more sorry for him.

These words struck a nerve with Commissioner Luo, who immediately flew into a rage: "You're asking for it!"

Chapter 38 Iron Fist Gun Muzzle (2/2)

Before he finished speaking, he raised his pistol and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

A shot rang out!!

Everyone present was suddenly startled and scattered in reaction.

Fang Xiangdong almost instinctively fell to the ground.

Lu Zhilian's men scrambled to find cover, but Lu Zhilian himself stared wide-eyed, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Luo Ji and Chen Yongren were equally astonished.

Only Yang Jinrong remained calm, steadily holding the device in his hand and accurately stating that it was a law enforcement recorder, calmly recording the entire process.

In his heart, he always had the strongest confidence in He Chu's judgment and decisiveness.

Why are people so horrified?

The reason is crystal clear: the one who fired the first shot was not Luo, the Commissioner of the Independent Commission Against Corruption, but He Chu.

Only at this moment did Commissioner Luo finally let out a roar: "Ah!"

He Chu stood there, gun in hand, his expression calm, but a hint of sarcasm on his lips. He stared coldly at the other man: "Don't try to jeopardize my livelihood with your interests; that's suicide."

"You pointed a gun at law enforcement officers. Even if you wanted to die, you didn't have to act so exaggeratedly."

His tone suddenly turned cold, his eyes darkening: "You dare to shoot and attack a police officer? You're asking for trouble!"

"Cuff him and take him away!"

Without hesitation, Ji Ya stepped forward and, with a "click," handcuffed Commissioner Luo, completely ignoring the other party's angry roars.

Lu Zhilian's men were dumbfounded. After all, Commissioner Luo was their superior, and he was subdued on the spot.

"Chief Director?" someone couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Lu Zhilian remained calm, his voice low but clear: "We've already stated our position; don't act rashly." He paused, then added, "Inviting Commissioner Luo was just a pretext; the person we really wanted to invite was never him."

One of his subordinates was taken aback: "Who is that?"

Lu Zhilian sneered: "Who else could it be but Fang Xiangdong?"

The subordinates suddenly realized.

Nobody would believe this if it got out.

Fang Xiangdong was just a drug dealer, not even ranked in the underworld, and was even looked down upon by his peers.

Yet, this very person was treated as a VIP and offered business by Commissioner Lo of the Independent Commission Against Corruption!

All meals and accommodations were arranged in the specialist's office, and everything used was high-end.

Even the staff of the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) thought it was utterly absurd.

Lu Zhilian lowered his voice: "It's very deep in here."

"I suspect Inspector Ho and his men already knew that Fang Dongzang was with us."

"On the surface, they came to ask Commissioner Luo to cooperate with the investigation, but in reality, their target was always eastward."

His subordinate's expression changed: "Arrest him? Why?"

Lu Zhilian scoffed, "What else did you think? They're the West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit. How long have they been watching this world? Don't you know?"

One of his subordinates slapped his forehead: "But how did they know he was at the ICAC?"

"Could it be that... the authorities have already found a clue?"

Lu Zhilian glanced at him sideways, a half-smile on his face: "What do you think?"

His subordinates were speechless.

Lu Zhilian said slowly, "Now, we can just watch the show."

"Someone above has signed the contract for the barbecue; this round is going to be tough."

At this moment, Commissioner Luo was still struggling and roaring, "I am a high-ranking civil servant sent by the UK! You yellow-skinned monkeys have no right to arrest me!"

He Chu said indifferently, "To tell you the truth, we originally just wanted you to go to the police station to assist with questioning."

"I really have no intention of harming you."

"At most, I'll invite you for a cup of tea and chat for a bit."

"But now—"

"Your tenure is over."

Commissioner Luo roared incessantly, "You have no right! Absolutely not!"

He Chu smiled slightly: "Maybe it wasn't there before, but it started the moment you started driving it."

"In Hong Kong, you have always been second only to the emperor, above thousands of others."

Even if you make a small mistake, for the sake of the UK's reputation, they won't lay a finger on you.

"This position should have been as stable as Mount Tai."

"What a pity—"

Commissioner Luo suppressed his fear, his voice strained: "What's the pity?"

He Chu's gaze was sharp, and his tone was sarcastic: "It's a pity that every word you utter is a deal with a lifelong drug dealer."

"This is Da Kang."

Commissioner Luo gritted his teeth: "I'm the commissioner! I have the right to make my own decisions!"

He Chu chuckled: "Of course you have the right."

"But do you think the Governor might want to know—what exactly are you hiding behind this?"

Commissioner Luo was taken aback: "Behind me?"

He Chu said slowly and deliberately, "You yourself have already said that you have an extraordinary status in Hong Kong Island, and almost no one dares to interfere with what you do."

Even the bigwigs of the Bureau of Ten Million have to be extremely polite to you.

Commissioner Luo frowned: "What about blind men?"

He Chu stared at him, grilling him one piece at a time: "It's precisely because you hold a high position and wield great power that things are so abnormal."

"A man who commands the utmost respect even from high-ranking officials, yet he grovels before a notorious drug dealer—"

"Don't you think that's too strange?"

"And I am a world police officer."

"I have a natural tendency to get to the bottom of things."

"What's worse,"

"Even my superior's superior has become interested in this matter."

What?

Commissioner Luo broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

Not because of pain—but because of fear!

His heart sank, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.