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

Chapter 63 Daisy Zhao Zhao's desperate escape; Xinliansheng police net lock down the madman

"Let's stay here," she said. "Outside, things are probably going to turn upside down."

Zhao Zhao, of course, had no objection.

She was just curious how Zhicheng would end up.

Suddenly, Daisy's expression changed, and she whispered, "Wenjun?!"

Zhao Zhao asked blankly, "Who is Wen Jun?"

Daisy gave a cold laugh, her cigarette butt flashing in the darkness: "Tang Bao's son."

Zhao Zhao gasped, instinctively covering her mouth with her hand: "Brother Leopard's son? How is that possible?"

Daisy slowly shook her head: "Nothing is impossible in this world."

She immediately dialed Wang Zhicheng's number: "Zhicheng, the one with Hua Fu is Wenjun!"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Zhicheng's voice remained calm: "I already know. Hua Fu was bribed by Wen Jun long ago."

"Huh?" Zhao Zhao exclaimed in surprise.

Wang Zhicheng then asked, "Is your sister-in-law next to you?"

"Yes!" Zhao Zhao answered quickly.

"Then don't move." His voice was soft, but carried an undeniable force. "You two just stay together and watch the show."

"Danger?" Zhao Zhao was still uneasy.

"No," he said firmly. "Don't worry about a single word."

For some reason, those words felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she immediately felt relieved.

Wang Zhicheng added, "The people who will pick you up will be here soon. Follow their instructions."

Remember to call back later.

Before he could finish speaking, the phone call was disconnected.

Zhao Zhao stared blankly at her phone: "Daisy?"

Daisy laughed and exhaled a smoke ring: "Women, sometimes you have to listen to men."

"We'll do whatever they tell us to do."

"Remember, Zhicheng truly cares about you."

Zhao Zhao felt a warmth in her heart, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up: "Of course, Zhicheng loves me the most."

How could he not love her?

If he didn't love her, why would he spend millions of dollars on her?

It's simple to tell if a man loves you—see if he's willing to spend money on you.

This is the most straightforward truth.

On the other side, Hua Fu and Wen Jun, along with a group of his underlings, walked to the entrance of the mahjong room, laughing and joking.

Seeing the heavy iron chain on the door, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Wenjun squinted and said, "Hua Fu, it's settled then, Daisy is mine."

Hua Fu laughed loudly: "No problem! I'm not interested in you. If you want women, take them."

Just remember the agreement.

Wenjun patted him on the shoulder smugly: "Don't worry, brother, I never break my promise."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Hua Fu waved his hand: "Go! Cleave it open!"

A group of henchmen immediately rushed forward, wielding knives and axes, and smashed the iron gate fiercely.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the iron chains trembled.

Inside the room, Zhao Zhao's face was deathly pale: "Sister Daisy!"

Daisy gripped the axe tightly, her eyes as cold as ice, but her voice was unusually calm: "Trust our man."

Zhao Zhao bit her lip and nodded, her voice trembling.

Her body involuntarily moved closer to Daisy.

boom!

Both of them shuddered simultaneously.

The door to the mahjong room was kicked open, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere!

The two of them felt a sudden sinking feeling in their hearts.

No matter how much she trusted that man, Hua Fu and Wen Jun barged in. What trust was left? Just as she was feeling disheartened, a deep voice suddenly rang out: "You've got some nerve, running wild on my Xinliansheng's turf!"

Hua Fu and Wen Jun's expressions changed simultaneously. They exchanged a glance, their expressions filled with surprise and uncertainty: "Xinliansheng?"

At this moment, Huihuang slowly walked out from behind them, dressed in a sharp suit, looking calm and composed.

Behind him stood a group of men dressed in black suits and black leather shoes, each with a cold expression and fully equipped—riot shields and batons lined up neatly, and several with guns at their waists, exuding a murderous aura.

Hua Fu frowned: "You are—the brilliance of Xinliansheng?"

Huihuang sneered, "Since you know my name, you still dare to cause trouble here? Do you think I'm made of clay?"

Hua Fu suppressed his anger: "Brother Huihuang, don't misunderstand. We chased an enemy into this mahjong parlor. The situation was urgent, so we resorted to this tactic."

"Bullshit!" Huihuang shouted, "Do you think this is a roadside stall? You can't just do whatever you want here!"

"There are security cameras at the entrance; just pull them up and you'll know the truth."

"You're really something, detaining my customers without even asking what happened."

"This is tarnishing Xinliansheng's reputation!"

"Tell me, how could I tolerate this?"

"Once you step in today, don't expect to leave unscathed."

Hua Fu laughed angrily: "You, Xinliansheng, really want to start a war with Dongxing?"

Huihuang threw his head back and laughed loudly: "War? You dare utter those words?" He pointed behind him, "Open your eyes and see who these people are!"

Hua Fu glanced at them coldly: "Aren't they just your bunch of lackeys?"

Huihuang scoffed, looking at him like he was a fool: "You think we're like you, relying on a few thugs to hold our own?"

"The people behind me are all official employees of Xinliansheng Security Company."

"Let me tell you, they all have legal registrations."

"Furthermore, let me tell you, one-tenth of the people inside have proper gun licenses!"

Hua Fu's pupils contracted: "What did you say?!"

Huihuang's lips curled into a sinister smile: "This mahjong room is a property under my Xinliansheng Group."

"Dare to touch my assets—"

Before he finished speaking, the men in black behind him simultaneously raised their guns and cocked them, their blades gleaming coldly.

Inside the room, Wang Zhicheng paced back and forth, his steps restless.

Feilong sat in the corner, smoking silently, his brows furrowed amidst the swirling smoke.

After a long pause, he spoke in a low voice: "Is your colleague reliable?"

Wang Zhicheng glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, my partner is always reliable."

Feilong smiled wryly: "I'm really getting old. Now I actually listen to the police."

The two had long since dropped their pretenses, and now they spoke without beating around the bush.

Wang Zhicheng said calmly, "Your status is different now. You're on land now, so don't keep thinking about things in the water."

"If you run into trouble, who else can you rely on besides the police?"

"Are you suggesting I take off my suit, grab a kitchen knife, and fight to the death?"

"Think of Grandma, your sister-in-law, and your little nephew."

Trust my partner, and trust me.

Feilong glared: "That's my wife!"

Wang Zhicheng refused to back down: "But the ones who risk their lives are my brothers."

Feilong was speechless for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "You're really suited to be a policeman. If you were in a gang, with your temper, you probably wouldn't even survive three episodes."

Wang Zhicheng scoffed, "Who in their right mind would go and get involved in the underworld?"

"I met with Tang Bao a couple of days ago, your former boss, the head of the Yuen Long branch of Hung Hing."

Do you know what he's doing now?

"He spends all his time holed up in the ice room yelling that he wants to fight."

"Oh."

Feilong paused for a moment: "You know, gangsters have no other skills but to risk their lives to survive."

Wang Zhicheng remained unfazed: "What path should I take? Become a thug in nightclubs? Or a security guard at a club?"

Feilong looked at him in surprise: "Your mouth has become quite sharp lately."

Wang Zhicheng shrugged: "My colleagues at the new company taught me."

"Don't ask me which department I'm in, I'm working at the West Kowloon Headquarters now."

Fei Long grew anxious: "I know the police regulations, but will the New Territories cooperate with cross-district investigations?"

Wang Zhicheng smiled strangely: "The superintendent of the Major Crimes Unit of the New Territories and Kowloon Headquarters was just transferred here from my superior's direct superior."

ha?

Feilong suddenly looked up: "Really?"

Wang Zhicheng shrugged: "Why would I lie to you?"

"My boss said that the connections have been made, so this kind of thing isn't difficult."

Feilong remained silent for a long time before finally sighing, "—The world has truly changed."

"Also, my boss specifically told you to rest assured that someone has taken over this matter, and the police will not get involved for the time being, at least not until Hua Fu and the others are safe."

Feilong, who was usually fearless, was stunned: "What do you mean by that?"

Wang Zhicheng said calmly, "What I mean is, you don't need to lift a finger to save my sister-in-law, nor do my people need to get involved. Someone else is already handling it."

Feilong abruptly stood up, his eyes like knives, his voice low but filled with anger: "Acheng, I entrusted this matter to you because I trusted you, and now you're telling me to let outsiders interfere?"

"If anything happens to Daisy, I'll never forgive you!"

Wang Zhicheng didn't back down and retorted directly, "What are you yelling about? Do you think I don't know the gravity of this?"

"Don't forget, Zhao Zhao is in there too; she's my woman!"

The two stared at each other for a moment, and the air seemed to freeze.

After a long while, Feilong's tense expression finally relaxed a little.

He slowly sat down, his voice deepening: "Fine—since it's a third party, then tell me, who are they?"

Wang Zhicheng shrugged: "Xinliansheng."

"Um?"

Feilong frowned, his face full of disbelief: "You're asking the gang for help?"

Wang Zhicheng rolled his eyes: "Who said they were a gang?"

"The mahjong parlor that Zhaozhao and her sister-in-law went to is a property under Xinliansheng."

"Hua Fu and Wen Jun are causing trouble there, so Xin Lian Sheng naturally has to get involved."

Feilong stared at him for a long while before finally uttering, "Xinliansheng isn't a gang? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

Wang Zhicheng said seriously, "It's really not."

They've already transformed.

"We are now a properly registered group company, operating legally and paying taxes according to regulations."

"Its scale is more than ten times larger than the small business you have."

Feilong's heart skipped a beat: "Xinliansheng—has it been laundered?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Wang Zhicheng shrugged: "Why not? Times have changed. Who wants to risk their life every day in the underworld?"

"Xinliansheng is a new generation of power, and they no longer rely on collecting protection money to make a living."

"They hold shares in the water, electricity, and telecommunications sectors on Hong Kong Island; and they also effectively control the water company."

"All those ice cream parlors, newsstands, dance halls, and arcades have been integrated into the formal system."

"They are now a legally protected company, not a street gang."

Feilong shook his head as he listened: "No matter how nicely it's said, it's just a different skin."

Wang Zhicheng sighed, "Brother Long, you really don't understand the ways of the world these days."

Feilong frowned: "What do you mean?"

Wang Zhicheng reminded him: "Large companies all have a department called the security department."

"Not the kind of security guard you see at the entrance of a residential complex, you know?"

"Xinliansheng's security team was transferred from the original operations group."

"They train every day, and their physical fitness, combat skills, and tactics are all top-notch."

"To be honest, they even invited retired instructors from the police special forces to guide the training."

Feilong almost burst out laughing: "Are you kidding me?"

"Police instructors training thugs for former triad members? Who would believe that?" Wang Zhicheng shook his head: "It's not a triad, it's a company."

You know how our police operate—if it were really a gang, we would have wiped them out long ago.

"How could we possibly help them? This isn't the era we were fifty years ago."

Feilong still looked unconvinced.

"Xinliansheng has whitewashed its image? I don't believe it."

Wang Zhicheng said calmly, "That's prejudice."

Just because someone hears that you, Fei Long, have retired from the underworld and are no longer the boss of Yuen Long, does that mean they think it's impossible?

Feilong remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "—That makes some sense."

He immediately followed up with, "With Ke Huihuang involved, can things be accomplished?"

Just as Wang Zhicheng was about to answer, his phone rang.

He answered the phone, gave a few brief replies, and after hanging up, looked at Feilong with a complicated expression: "Sister-in-law and Zhaozhao have escaped safely."

"He's alright, just a bit startled."

"Hua Fu and Tang Wenjun, who were leading the team, were hit in the leg by the people from the other side of Huihuang and fell down on the spot."

"Not a single one escaped."

"There's one more thing—Brother Leopard arranged a fight with Tung Sing, but he got killed."

You'd never guess who did it.

Feilong's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up, roaring, "Who?!"

Wang Zhicheng said calmly, "It's Ma Wang, the man Brother Leopard trusts the most. He's already been arrested."

He also told you something that will surprise you.” Feilong’s eyes turned red, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Stop beating around the bush, just say it!"

Wang Zhicheng didn't waste any more words: "Ma Wang confessed himself that Wen Jun was the mastermind behind it."

Feilong was struck dumb, swaying as if by lightning: "What did you say?!"

The two then got into the car and headed straight for the New Territories Department.

"The case was originally under the jurisdiction of Yuen Long, but the impact was too bad, so it has now been transferred to the New Territories Regional Crime Unit."

"Auntie and Zhaozhao are already over there giving their statements."

Feilong frowned: "Daisy just called me and said she and Zhaozhao got into a fight—I hope we're not in trouble?"

Wang Zhicheng chuckled lightly: "What's so difficult about this?"

"If you ask me, it's already a mercy that my sister-in-law didn't cripple them."

"It's okay, there's really nothing to worry about."

Feilong was stunned for a moment: "Really?"

Wang Zhicheng shrugged: "Absolutely true."

I just received word that things have been handled properly on Huihuang's end.

"The inside story is very clear—there is surveillance footage at the scene, and those women are not passersby at all; they are members of the Triads who came specifically to cause trouble."

"They were carrying out a club mission at the time."

"Ah-sao and Zhao-zhao were simply acting in self-defense."

He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Sister-in-law handled it perfectly this time. At most, she gave him a good beating and a little blood, but it wasn't even a serious injury."

"Those three women have terrible backgrounds; they're involved in both the legitimate and criminal worlds."

"Even if they dare to take it to court, they won't be able to touch a hair on my sister-in-law's head."

Feilong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after a moment of silence, asked in a low voice, "So, what exactly happened with Brother Leopard?"

Wang Zhicheng sighed: "Tang Bao never imagined that the person who would take his life in the end would be the person closest to him."

According to colleagues, Ma Wang's original plan was simply to stab Leopard in the back amidst the chaos, rendering him incapable of fighting; he didn't intend to actually kill him.

"Who knew things would go wrong when they started, the knife went astray—the person died on the spot."

He shrugged, his tone heavy.

Feilong stared intently at him: "Are you saying that Wenjun was really manipulating all of this behind the scenes?"

Wang Zhicheng retorted, "Your tone—are you suggesting you're planning to protect him?"

"My boss warned me long ago that Tang Wenjun appears refined on the surface, but he is ruthless and vicious at heart, and is not a kind person at all."

"Think about it, if he can collude with Hua Fu to get back at you, what else wouldn't he be capable of?"

"Moreover, in the end, it was indirectly Leopard who took Brother Leopard's life."

"In the eyes of such people, what brotherhood or kinship is there? It's all just exploitation."

Feilong's voice was low but firm: "Brother Leopard is gone, so I have become his elder."

Some accounts must be settled by someone.

Wang Zhicheng was startled: "What do you mean?"

"Do you intend to personally send him down to apologize to Brother Leopard?"

Feilong replied calmly, "What needs to be done will always be done."

Wang Zhicheng immediately tried to dissuade him: "You finally managed to escape the underworld and embark on the righteous path."

Don't make a foolish mistake at this crucial moment!

"Otherwise—all the innocence you've fought for over the years will have been wasted."

Feilong looked at the fleeting street scenes outside the window and slowly said, "Brother Leopard is my elder brother. The relationship between us is no different from that of blood brothers."

"Now that he's ended up like this, do you think I can just sit idly by and do nothing?"

Anger surged in his eyes.

Tang Bao, like him, was loyal and devoted to his friends.

Otherwise, if he wanted to retire back then, how could Hung Hing so easily let a Red Pole-level leader retire from the underworld? There's no such easy thing as a free lunch.

Feilong was always grateful to Brother Leopard.

That person not only valued morality, but also cared about his reputation.

Even after Feilong became more successful than him, Leopard never once asked for a favor, nor did he use past favors to pressure him. He told Wang Zhicheng, "What normal person would want to be in a gang? When I wanted to quit, only Leopard supported me with one sentence."

"I've always remembered what he said."

"You are in the light, I am in the darkness, so we can look out for each other and move forward together."

"If you can't make it in the business, Hung Hing's doors will always be open for you."

"If I ever fall on hard times, you have to lend me a hand."

Who could have predicted this?

"He didn't die at the hands of the enemy, but was pushed into hell by his own son."

"This is utterly absurd!"

Wang Zhicheng frowned: "You want to follow the old rules of Hung Hing?"

Feilong's eyes were cold and his tone left no room for doubt: "The family rules still apply, so a person cannot die in vain."

Wang Zhicheng parked the car on the side of the road and said seriously, "You've finally broken free from that old way of life. Don't do anything stupid like that."

"Since you have chosen the right path, you must do things in the right way."

Upon hearing this, Feilong flew into a rage: "Then I might as well go back to being a gangster!"

Wang Zhicheng said calmly, "Should I handcuff you right now and personally take you to Stanley Prison?"

"Murder, minimum sentence of seven years."

"Are you really going to risk everything for brotherhood? What about your wife? Grandma's getting old, and Wei's still so young. Who will they rely on?"

Have you thought about these things?

"Besides, what gives you the right to punish Wenjun?"

"Just because you're the head of Hung Hing in Yuen Long?"

Feilong scoffed, "Is that not allowed?"

Wang Zhicheng took out his cigarette case and flicked one to him: "Tang Bao has been sitting in his seat in Yuen Long for too long."

"The Chiang family may not want him to continue in power."

"Even if you want to come back, you'll have to compete with others for your spot."

Feilong raised an eyebrow: "I refuse to believe anyone is more qualified than me!"

Wang Zhicheng smiled faintly: "I just heard some news—even if you come back, that position won't be yours."

Feilong frowned: "What news?"

Wang Zhicheng slowly said, "The Hehetu has split up, and the Hezitu gangs are now each going their own way."

"Companies like Heliansheng and Hexingsheng have long since stopped using the name Hehetu."

"Jiang Tiansheng already has someone in mind."

Feilong's heart skipped a beat: "Who?"

Wang Zhicheng uttered two words: "Binnihu Hanbin".

Feilong nodded: "I've heard of this person; he's Hehetu's top henchman."

Wang Zhicheng continued, "Jiang Tiansheng wanted to recruit him, but Han Bin made a condition."

Feilong became interested: "What are the conditions?"

Wang Zhicheng shrugged: "If Han Bin wants to become the leader of Hung Hing, his older brother Dinosaur and younger brother Slim Eyes will also have to take the position."

Fei Long was taken aback: "Hung Hing only has twelve hall masters in total, and his family wants to take three of them?"

"How could Jiang Tiansheng possibly agree to that?"

Wang Zhicheng sneered: "But he agreed."

"What?!" Feilong exclaimed in shock, "Really?"

"Do the other hall masters have any objections?"

Wang Zhicheng laughed: "Hung Hing is Chiang's domain. Would Chiang Tiansheng allow twelve hall masters to be a united front?"

"If everyone is united, how can he, as the leader, maintain control of the situation?"

"You can't go back, Flying Dragon."

Feilong's expression shifted, and after a long silence, he said in a low voice, "Then I'll give Brother Leopard an explanation. That's how it'll be."

Wang Zhicheng seemed to read his mind: "What, are you planning to pay someone to do it? Or issue a warrant for assassins?"

Feilong looked at him in surprise: "Acheng, how come I never realized you were so shrewd before?"

Wang Zhicheng said casually, "I used to be an undercover agent, so there were many things I couldn't say."

"Now that I'm a police officer, I naturally go straight to the point."

He paused, then said bluntly, "Honestly, this idea is too stupid."

"Even if you don't take action, as long as you act as a go-between, the result is no different from killing someone with your own hands; you'll still ruin yourself."

Feilong roared, "Are we just going to let Wenjun get away with it?"

Wang Zhicheng scoffed: "Carefree? What carefree attitude does he have?"

"His involvement in triad activities and his order for Ma Wang to kill Tang Bao—such things will be dealt with by the law sooner or later."

Feilong sneered, "Don't joke around!"

"Those who use knives get seven years, those who possess guns get twenty. Do you expect them to handle cases seriously?"

"Wenjun didn't do it himself, he'll only be locked up for a few years at most, right?"

Wang Zhicheng retorted, "So you mean he must die?"

Feilong gritted his teeth: "He shouldn't have died?"

"That beast is worse than an animal. I used to hold and play with him when he was a child."

"How dare you kill your father!"

"If I'd known he was this kind of scum, I should have thrown him off the roof back then!"

Wang Zhicheng shrugged: "If you really do that, Tang Bao will be the first to not let you off the hook."

Feilong waved his hand fiercely: "I don't care, I'll make him pay with his life!"

Wang Zhicheng remained calm: "You don't need to lift a finger."

"Two groups of people are already waiting to properly 'entertain' Wenjun."

Feilong frowned: "Who?"

Wang Zhicheng said calmly, "People from Hung Hing."

"Han Bin has just joined and needs a tough battle to establish his authority."

"Hung Hing cannot entrust this kind of matter to outsiders."

"After all, it's a family scandal."

Feilong scoffed, "Am I an outsider?"

Wang Zhicheng looked him straight in the eye and said, "You've already given up on this business; you're no longer in the industry."

"Trying to interfere will only bring trouble upon yourself."

Cough cough cough—Feilong almost couldn't catch his breath, nearly choked by Wang Zhicheng's words.

He never expected Wang Zhicheng to speak so bluntly.

Feeling a tightness in his chest, Feilong said in a low voice, "I used to be a flag bearer and a red stick in the gang."

Wang Zhicheng smiled faintly and shrugged: "So what if I'm a 'red pole' (a politically active member in China)?"

"The people you've come into contact with are too high-level for them to reach, let alone dare to get involved with."

"Don't forget, in the eyes of the rich, our kind of organization is just a tablecloth."

Take it when you need it, and throw it away when you're done, so as not to get your hands dirty.

Feilong fell silent.

These words are harsh, but they hit the nail on the head regarding reality.

The truth is often the most heartbreaking.

After a long pause, he finally spoke hesitantly, "Yes—how could we let outsiders discipline our own brothers for the dirty laundry of Hung Hing?"

Tang Wenjun is different; he is one of the Hung Hing's own men.

Since we're family, we have to follow the family rules.

An organization's reputation is more important than its life.

Unless you want to leave the underworld, you can't back down from a single step when it comes to taking action.

This is the rule of the underworld.

Fei Long frowned and asked, "Besides Hung Hing, who else is determined to kill Wen Jun?"

Wang Zhicheng maintained his nonchalant expression and uttered three words: "Instant noodles."

Feilong was taken aback: "The judge will sentence him to death? There's no precedent for that."

Wang Zhicheng sneered: "If it were someone else, they wouldn't even blink an eye and would just let them go."

"Unfortunately, Wenjun brought this upon himself; who can he blame but himself?"

Feilong was completely bewildered: "What do you mean by 'courting death'?"

Wang Zhicheng said slowly, "Wenjun is no ordinary person."

"He studied in Oxford."

Feilong was even more confused: "Shouldn't we be more lenient with instant noodle hair?"

"Who doesn't know how blatantly biased these Westernized judges are?"

The law is never a measure of fairness, but a knife in the hands of those in power.

Many judges on Hong Kong Island come from overseas, so they naturally have their own stance.

They have always been lenient towards foreigners, returnees, and even pro-British individuals;

When it's the local born and raised here, then we'll handle it strictly by the book, without any leniency.

Just like the ICAC's handling of cases—it appears fair, but in reality, it's already biased.

Feilong rose from the underworld to power, and he has thoroughly understood the ins and outs of both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

In his view, black and white are simply two sides of the same coin.

He never believed in any kind of judicial integrity.

Wang Zhicheng nodded, his tone unusually serious: "Brother Long, you've hit the nail on the head."

"That's why Wenjun is doomed this time."

Feilong's heart skipped a beat: "What's the real story?"

Wang Zhicheng sighed: "He went to John Bull back then."

"He was restless during his school years, indulging in all sorts of vices, including eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring."

"later----"

Feilong narrowed his eyes: "What happened next?"

Wang Zhicheng lowered his voice: "He killed a John Bull."

"His head split open, and he died on the spot."

"After that, he fled back to Hong Kong Island overnight and never went back."

Feilong was startled: "Is that so?"

Wang Zhicheng smiled wryly: "When Brother Leopard told me, I didn't believe him either."

"But my colleague checked privately and it's true."

"It's just that the police force on John's side is lax, and they haven't been able to find out that he has fled back to the country."

"What do you think will happen to Instant Noodle Hair if this gets exposed?"

Feilong sneered, "Is there even a question? Being shot would be too lenient!"

To dare to kill someone in John Bull, especially a foreigner, isn't that just courting death?

Wang Zhicheng spread his hands: "Look, the underworld wants him dead, and the legitimate world wants him dead too."

"Why bother doing it yourself and getting yourself into trouble?"

Feilong took a deep breath, finally relieved, and sincerely said, "Acheng, thank you for reminding me."

Wang Zhicheng patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Let's go, hurry up and get to the New Territories Headquarters, Sister-in-law and Zhao Zhao are still waiting for us."

Feilong nodded solemnly.

On the way, he glanced at Wang Zhicheng and suddenly felt a little dazed.

Do the elite police officers really know so much inside information?

But ever since Wang Zhicheng's identity became clear, his entire demeanor has changed—his speech and aura are completely different.

Indeed, no one should be underestimated.

Actually, he misunderstood.

Most of the things Wang Zhicheng knew were revealed by He Chu.

As for his current radiant and confident demeanor? It's understandable; money emboldens heroes, and a spacious house makes one feel at ease.

Anyone who has money, owns a house, and has a girlfriend by their side can walk with their back straight.

The two drove to the West Kowloon Headquarters and happened to run into Daisy and Zhao Zhao walking out side by side.

Feilong quickly stepped forward: "Are you alright?"

Daisy smiled and shook her head, looking relaxed: "It's alright. It's thanks to Zhao Zhao's quick reaction and timely call for help, otherwise it would have been a real problem."

Lu Qichang beckoned to Wang Zhicheng: "Zhicheng, come here."

Wang Zhicheng didn't dare to delay and immediately went over.

Although he didn't know Lu Qichang's background, he could clearly see the police rank on the other's shoulder—it was a real superintendent.

Luk Kai-cheung smiled and said calmly, "I'm Luk Kai-cheung from the Major Crimes Unit. I used to lead the unit in West Kowloon." Wong Chi-shing immediately replied respectfully, "Inspector Luk, what can I do for you?"

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized: Wasn't this He Chu's former boss?

His attitude immediately became even more humble.

Luk Kai-cheung said slowly, "Fei-lung is quite well-known in Yuen Long. I heard he's also close to several district councilors."

"He started out as a Red Pole in the Hung Hing triad, and it's not easy for him to get to where he is today."

"Go back and tell him to focus on his business and not get involved in those gang affairs again."

"What respectable person would get involved in organized crime?"

Wang Zhicheng nodded quickly: "Don't worry, Officer Lu, I will definitely convey your message verbatim."

Lu Qichang added, "You should also tell him that as long as he behaves properly, the police won't bother him for no reason in the future."

"We don't have that much time and energy to keep an eye on a law-abiding businessman."

Wang Zhicheng immediately replied, "Understood! Yes, sir!"

Lu Qichang waved his hand: "Go ahead."

Wang Zhicheng turned to leave when he suddenly heard a voice behind him say, "I heard you also live on the hillside of Taiping Mountain?"

He stopped and cautiously replied, "Yes, Sir Luk."

Lu Qichang nodded slightly: "Let's have a meal together another day, we're still neighbors."

Neighbors? Lu Qichang lives halfway up the mountain?

Wang Zhicheng's heart skipped a beat—where would a policeman get the money to live in a place like that?

But the thought only flashed through my mind.

He then remembered the clearly sourced funds in his account and suddenly realized what had happened.

Where does my money come from?

Isn't it all thanks to Ho Chu, the head of the C team of the West Kowloon Department's Major Crimes Unit, that "stock god investment fund"?

It's impossible for someone outside the circle to get a share.

Those who can participate are all absolute confidants.

From this perspective, Superintendent Luk is indeed a high-ranking figure in his line of work.

Wang Zhicheng immediately agreed, his tone sincere.

Lu Qichang smiled with satisfaction.

After he left, Lu Qichang picked up the phone and dialed He Chu: "Ah Chu, it's all taken care of."

He Chu replied with a smile, "Brother Chang's move was indeed swift and efficient."

Lu Qichang said calmly, "I didn't do anything, I just did as you said."

He paused, then asked, "But I'm really curious, how did you know that Wenjun and Hua Fu were secretly colluding?"

He Chu smiled and said, "We have some reliable people in our team."

Lu Qichang, however, did not believe it: "Knowing one or two things is not unusual, but the fact that the entire development of the case was exactly what you expected is terrifying."

He lowered his voice: "You knew about Tang Bao's death all along?"

He Chu shrugged: "I wanted to say I didn't know, but unfortunately—I do know."

Lu Qichang frowned: "Since you knew, how could you still let him die?"

He Chu also tensed up: "Brother Chang, don't tell me Tang Bao is one of your men?"

Lu Qichang shook his head: "I started my business in West Kowloon, while his connections are in the New Territories. We have absolutely no connection."

Hearing this, He Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"Because Tang Bao is destined not to live long."

Lu Qichang was taken aback: "You mean he has to die?"

He Chu nodded: "That's right, he has to die."

"Ma Wang appears to be his confidant, but he has long been won over by his son, Tang Wenjun."

"The Yuen Long branch is nominally under the control of Tong Pao, but in reality it already belongs to Tong—albeit Tong with the surname Man Chun."

"What do people who live in the underworld strive for? Isn't it just for a better future?"

"Since Fei Lung withdrew, the Yuen Long branch has become poorer year by year, I mean in terms of the money on the books."

"Those underlings who follow Tang Bao often go hungry, sometimes not even getting enough to eat for three days straight. Who's willing to put up with that forever?"

"Horse King has been dissatisfied for a long time."

"The relationship between Hung Hing and Tung Sing is complicated, but no matter how delicate it is, Ma Wang shouldn't get too close to Hua Fu."

"There has long been dissatisfaction with Tang Bao within Yuen Long, and if this drags on any longer, things will get out of hand."

"Wenjun bribed Ma Wang, hoping to take over, but it's not that simple."

"The Hung Hing has a tradition of passing down power from father to son, but that only applies to the Chiang family branch."

"Anyone else who wants to take over must complete the handover while I'm still here."

Lu Qichang was somewhat confused: "Then why did you just say Tang Bao was bound to die? Isn't that a contradiction?"

He Chu explained, "You didn't understand what I meant."

"As long as Tang Bao is alive and healthy, Wen Jun will never be able to turn his life around."

"Clubs value seniority more than we do, they follow a hierarchy and age system, so it's not up to young people to interfere."

"Wenjun can only seize power quickly under one condition."

"What's going on?"

"It's about Tang Bao being attacked and seriously injured but not dead."

"The person is not dead, so the position of hall master cannot be filled by a new person; but he is also unable to manage affairs and command his subordinates."

"In this way, Wenjun can take over the gang under the pretext of avenging his father and rightfully command the military leaders."

Lu Qichang was taken aback: "This kid is actually so cunning?"

"According to his calculations, he could easily seize control of the forces in Yuen Long under the banner of justice."

"Even the Hung Hing headquarters can't find fault with him, so it's not easy to take action against him."

"You've got a good plan!"

He Chu nodded in agreement: "Ma Wang has always been suppressed by Tang Bao and has no real power; Hua Fu is the head of Dongxing and only cares about money."

"These two seasoned veterans were actually completely outmaneuvered by Wenjun."

"Luckily, we figured out his movements beforehand, otherwise, if he had really gotten away with it, even Feilong wouldn't have been able to defeat him," Lu Qichang said with a sigh. "Who would have thought that Wenjun, this young man, could outmaneuver a group of old foxes?" "Leave it to me, this kid won't get away."

He Chu offered a reminder: "Hung Hing might not be able to sit still; they might take action to protect Wen Jun and Ma Wang."

"Whether Wenjun lives or dies is not our concern, as long as nothing happens to him under the police's nose."

Lu Qichang chuckled: "That's right."

He Chu then asked, "Detective Chan Ka-kui is now with the New Territories Headquarters. Do you find it easy to work with him?"

Lu Qichang frowned immediately: "Inspector Chen is a good person, and his ability to handle cases is indeed strong and efficient."

"that is----"

He Chu pressed, "What?"

Lu Qichang smiled wryly: "Everything else is fine, except for a slight headache."

"That's too expensive!"

He Chu looked bewildered: "Is the case too complicated?"

Lu Qichang waved his hand: "No! It's because he's too good at smashing things, especially vehicles."

"Chasing a suspect can cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, and that's not enough to cover the losses."

The New Territories were already financially strained, and his actions have made their finances even tighter.

"The police force operates on a rotation system, so he should have been transferred long ago."

"But he has a well-known reputation, and other police stations immediately shook their heads and refused when they heard it was him."

"Let alone small places like outlying islands, even wealthy entities like those on Hong Kong Island wouldn't dare take it on."

"There's no other way, you'll have to stay with me."

Lu Qichang sighed deeply: "This is really difficult."

He Chu laughed out loud after hearing this, and after hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Actually, he wasn't telling the whole truth just now.

The reason he knew all these details was because he had something special in his mind—an incredibly clear, dynamic map.

When he went to see Luo Zhiming earlier, he had already clearly marked the locations of Wenjun, Ma Wang, Hua Fu and others.

Now that the entire streets and alleys of Hong Kong Island are under our control, the whereabouts of these three people are nowhere to be found.

Wenjun was hit in the thigh by the Xinliansheng security team and fell to the ground on the spot.

It must be noted that this security team, led by Huihuang, had all the necessary permits and licenses, and even the armed personnel had valid identification.

Of course, they are not allowed to be equipped with fully automatic or semi-automatic weapons.

But this does not affect efficiency.

Quantity made up for all shortcomings.

Wen Jun and Ma Wang were precisely suppressed as soon as they appeared.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, his men immediately raised their hands and scattered, hiding faster than anyone else.

The gangsters in the triad liked to fight one-on-one, which made them seem ruthless and brave.

But when it comes to a real brawl and fighting, nobody wants to be the first to stick their neck out.

They can run faster than wild rabbits.

Our ancestors pointed out this mentality thousands of years ago: "They are brave in private fights, but cowardly in public battles."

After rescuing Daisy and Zhao Zhao, the brilliant security team did one thing swiftly and decisively—they called the police!

That's right!

Huihuang, one of the five tigers of Xinliansheng, actually took the initiative to call the police!

The police arrived quickly, and Lu Qichang was leading the team.

The thugs were all stuffed into the police van and taken away.

Huihuang, Daisy, and Zhaozhao also got on the bus to do their routine statement taking.

But Xinliansheng was completely unharmed—their actions were legitimate, there was CCTV evidence, and they went straight home after giving their statement.

In contrast, Hua Fu and Wen Jun are in a much worse situation. They are not only suspected of participating in triad activities, but also charged with multiple serious crimes, including illegal possession of firearms.

Both men had gunshot wounds and were rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Daisy and Zhao Zhao are both safe and sound.

Huihuang is a seasoned veteran; his handling of the aftermath was flawless, leaving no room for error.

Feilong knew that Wenjun was injured, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally came to the hospital.

Wenjun's leg was in a cast, suspended high in the air, his eyes vacant.

Seeing Feilong push the door open and enter, he immediately became excited and hurriedly shouted, "Brother Long! You must save me!"

Feilong looked at him coldly: "Why should I save you?"

Wenjun hurriedly said, "Brother Long, you're my father's sworn brother, and you even held me when I was little. I'm your direct descendant!"

"You're well-connected with the congressman, could you put in a good word for me and let me out?"

Feilong frowned: "You still remember that I'm your father's sworn brother?"

Wen Jun replied casually, "This isn't something I just found out about; everyone in the martial arts world knows it."

Feilong sneered, "I really thought you didn't take it seriously."

"You actually conspired with Hua Fu to try and harm my wife? And now you're talking to me about brotherhood?"

"Don't you find it ridiculous?"

Wenjun hurriedly protested his innocence: "Brother Long, this is a huge misunderstanding!"

"I met Hua Fu at my grandmother's birthday banquet, and it was Ma Wang who introduced us."

"He invited me to play a few rounds of mahjong today, how was I supposed to know he was after my sister-in-law?"

Feilong waved his hand to interrupt: "Wrong, wrong."

"He doesn't want to harm Daisy; he's using Daisy as leverage to force me to hand over the company's shares."

"We want to use her as a hostage to force Feilong to admit defeat."

Wenjun exclaimed in shock, "That's too ruthless!"

Feilong chuckled twice: "Hua Fu is ruthless, but with his brains, he wouldn't have come up with such a dirty trick."

Wen Jun's heart tightened, and he forced a dry laugh: "Then—is someone behind him giving him advice?"