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

Chapter 67 Mary Confronts Herself, Making a Bold Move to Settle Old scores

What the hell are you investigating?!

No wonder Huang Zhicheng locked onto Liu Jianming so quickly. He truly deserves to be called an elite member of the Major Crimes Unit. His investigations are like a hunting dog sniffing blood, heading straight for the source.

"Why didn't you tell me before you made your move?" Han Chen smiled bitterly, his voice trembling, sounding like he was both crying and laughing.

Liu Jianming immediately knelt down, his voice full of grievance: "Brother Chen, I'm just a nobody. Isn't Sister Mary's word the same as your own order?"

"If I were to ask you the same question, wouldn't it make me seem like I'm questioning her? Would I even want to live then?"

Han Chen was speechless.

He was right.

If Lau Kin-ming really came to him and asked, "Brother Sum, Sister Mary wants me to kill Ni Kun, is that okay?"

Every second, he'd have to go out sideways.

But this very "loyalty" became the sharpest knife at this moment, stabbing into Han Chen's chest.

His mind was a complete mess.

Back then, Ni Kun pulled him out of a pile of dead bodies with a single shot, personally helped him rise to power, made him the head of the hall, and appointed him as one of the Five Tigers.

Later, when Ni Yongxiao succeeded to the position, he treated him as his right-hand man, taking him everywhere he went.

This kindness is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.

But who could have imagined that the system he himself had cultivated would ultimately be the one to take action?!

Liu Jianming is Mary's man, and Mary is his wife, so isn't Liu Jianming his man too?

The equation is directly true:

Mary → Han Chen, Liu Jianming → Mary, therefore Liu Jianming → Han Chen's killer was actually himself!

"If Ah-Xiao finds out it was me—no, it was 'my side' who did it—" Han Chen's throat tightened, "I'm finished."

How good was Ni Yongxiao to him? He casually tossed him 40 million in cash and was even willing to share half of the top position with him.

Not to mention the life-saving grace of her father, Ni Kun.

It's no exaggeration to say that the Ni family did him a great service!

He originally wished he could tear the murderer to pieces and execute him by slow slicing to vent his anger.

But now————

"The one who killed Uncle Kun—was actually me?!"

"I'm the most loyal subject of the Ni family, you son of a bitch!"

A tear slipped unexpectedly down the corner of her eye.

Liu Jianming watched, a cold smile playing on his lips, but he added fuel to the fire by saying, "Brother Chen, why are you crying?"

He took a step forward, his eyes burning, his tone like a knife scraping bone: "Ni Kun—wasn't it you who ordered me to kill him?"

"boom""

Han Chen's mind went blank.

He really wanted to pull out a gun and shoot that face off!

You can't move.

Liu Jianming is a policeman, a mole he planted in the police force, and one of his "own men".

Kill him now? That would be suicide.

Han Chen forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Ha—you really are my good brother."

Liu Jianming immediately replied, his tone so sincere it was almost dripping with sincerity: "Brother Chen, what do you need me to do? I'd be a fool to even frown."

"If you ask me to kill Ni Kun, I'll do it without hesitation."

"You want me to go undercover at the police academy, and I'll do it."

"You want to take my life now? It's just a matter of a word. Why did you have Huang Zhicheng secretly following me?"

"Me, a high-ranking undercover agent, being watched by my own people? And it was the Major Crimes Unit who told me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Chen's expression changed drastically.

He suddenly looked up, staring intently into Liu Jianming's eyes, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Wait—how do you know Huang Zhicheng is one of us?"

Liu Jianming raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with a hint of probing: "Isn't Huang Zhicheng your right-hand man now?"

"It's already the talk of the town!"

Han Chen was shocked and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

This is the rumor I spread myself!

"Brother Chen, Huang Zhicheng's actions—they're really not fair." Liu Jianming's voice was low, but every word was like a knife. "The fact that he was able to find out that I killed Ni Kun means that he also knows who's behind me."

He paused, his eyes flashing slightly, then added fuel to the fire, "Even if he can't figure out that I'm really with you, Mary is still your wife!"

His tone suddenly hardened: "He's your most capable right-hand man. Is this an insult to you, or—has your heart already strayed?"

boom!

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Han Chen's mind.

My heart, which was already in a mess, is now like a palette that has been overturned, with red, black, blue and green mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish between hatred, fear and regret.

He clenched his teeth to keep his voice from trembling, his voice hoarse as if it had crawled out of the ground: "Liu Sir, you should leave now."

If anyone sees us—it'll be a mess.

Having achieved his goal, Liu Jianming immediately put on a submissive expression: "Understood, Brother Chen, I'll leave now."

Han Chen's throat tightened, as if a piece of iron was pressing down on it: "Go do your thing, wait for my call."

Liu Jianming nodded, turned around and strode away, his back view as swift as a drawn sword.

No one saw the cold smile playing on his lips. He won this gamble.

A night breeze swept through the hall, and Han Chen slumped against the wall, his back pressed against the cold tiles, cold sweat trickling down his temples.

How could this happen?

He swore in his heart to Lord Guan that he would be a loyal subject with one heart and never have any other thoughts!

Who would have thought that after all that trouble, it would be Mary who personally saw Uncle Kun off?!

Fuck!

A series of scenes flashed before his eyes since he entered Tsim Sha Tsui: the tea ceremony at the banquet, the sentries at the street corner, Gandhi's meaningful gaze, and Guo Liang's calm and collected stance—all of these connected at this moment, piecing together a scene that suffocated him.

If even the slightest hint of news reaches the Ni family, saying that Han Chen's men killed Ni Kun—

It’s over.

In the underworld, when the wife takes action, it's equivalent to the husband taking action.

Nobody will listen to your explanation that "she acted on her own initiative".

In this world, only results matter.

In that instant, Han Chen felt as if the top of his head had been ripped off.

He wanted to shout, yell, and smash things, but his whole body was stiff and he couldn't move.

What the hell am I trying to achieve?

I've always wanted to be a loyal subject!

Mary, what the hell are you doing?!

What movies were shown at midnight screenings?

Han Chen didn't remember a single scene.

My mind felt like it had been thrown into a blender, going around in circles, sometimes blank, sometimes exploding.

Cold sweat soaked through his shirt, sticking stickily to his back.

He slumped in his seat, his eyes unfocused, like a living corpse.

The sky has fallen.

He was startled awake when the announcement to clear the theater came on and the lights suddenly came on.

I walked out of the movie theater in a daze, my steps unsteady, and I didn't even know how I got home.

When Mary opened the door and saw his face, her heart clenched: "Ah Chen, what's wrong? You look so pale."

Han Chen opened his mouth, his throat was parched.

In an instant, a thousand thoughts swirled in his mind: deceive her? Play dumb? Or—tear off this mask?

Finally, he looked up, meeting her gaze directly into her eyes, his voice hoarse yet clear: "I—met someone, heard some news that shocked me."

Mary paused slightly, then asked, "Whom?"

"Liu Jianming." Han Chen stared at her, enunciating each word clearly, "You still remember him, don't you?"

Mary's pupils constricted sharply: "Why are you looking for him?"

"Wasn't he the one you sent to infiltrate?" Han Chen slowly approached. "Could the mission have gone wrong?"

He narrowed his eyes, his tone as light as a feather yet as heavy as a thousand pounds: "Ah Ming used to be with you, right?"

Mary nodded, her tone resolute: "Amin is very loyal; he does whatever I tell him to do."

She even revealed a hint of pride: "Many people would dream of having a follower like this."

Han Chen smiled, a very faint and cold smile: "Yes, very loyal—you told him to kill Ni Kun, and he did it, right?"

pat!

The teacup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Mary's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Han Chen's heart sank to the bottom.

"Ah Chen—you knew everything?" Her voice trembled.

Han Chen looked at her quietly, as if she were a stranger: "Didn't you say that A-Ming listens to you completely? Then of course he'll do whatever you ask him to do."

He approached step by step, his voice extremely low: "Tell me, why did you kill Uncle Kun?"

Mary paused for a moment, then suddenly took out a cigarette and lit it.

A flash of firelight illuminated her eerily calm face.

"I'm just a little woman." She exhaled a puff of smoke, but her eyes were sharp as knives. "My only hope in this life is that my man can stand up."

"No matter which path he takes, I will clear all obstacles for him."

"Even if it's a gang—I'll make sure he's in the top position." She slowly raised her head, her gaze like a nail. "My man shouldn't be someone else's lackey."

Han Chen's pupils contracted sharply, almost unable to believe his ears: "So you killed Uncle Kun to make me take over?"

"Otherwise what?" Mary sneered, completely dropping her pretense and laying everything out clearly: "Everyone knows that you are Ni Kun's most loyal subject."

"Gandhi knows, Guoliang knows, the entire underworld knows."

"But aside from you, did Gandhi and the others truly respect Nikun?"

She smiled faintly, her eyes devoid of any warmth: "No."

Mary's face grew colder and colder as she spoke, as if covered in frost. "Ah Chen, I know you're grateful to Ni Kun—he saved you back then."

One life.

She paused, her gaze piercing like a knife: "But you should know better why he made his move."

Han Chen froze abruptly, as if struck by lightning.

The memory of that night exploded—he was a greenhorn when he first arrived in Tsim Sha Tsui, and someone pinned him down at the alley entrance and threatened to slit his throat.

The blood was still warm when Ni Kun arrived. With a single sentence, he saved a life.

But who is truly kneeling and begging behind the scenes?

She is his woman.

"I'm just a little woman," Mary sneered, the cigarette butt trembling slightly between her fingers. "In this life, I only want one thing: for my man to be good to me."

"What does life matter to you? Take it!"

"What does my health matter? I'd give anything for your safety!"

With a loud bang, Han Chen abruptly stood up, roaring furiously, "Shut up! Don't say another word!"

A tear slid down Mary's cheek, crystal clear, but she didn't wipe it away.

She looked at him quietly, her voice as soft as the wind: "In the world of gangsters, loyalty and righteousness are paramount, right? I'm your wife. If you want loyalty, I'll grant you that wish."

"But do you know how I got through those years?"

She choked up, almost vomiting: "Every time I see Ni Kun's face, I feel like throwing up."

"But he saved you, so I agreed to all his requests."

She suddenly softened, as if returning to that rainy night from the beginning, smiling at him: "Ah Chen, as long as you still love me, everything else—I really don't care." *Splash!*

The entire table was overturned, and cups and plates shattered and splashed everywhere.

Han Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and his fists were clenched so tightly they turned white.

"Stop talking!"

Mary took a light drag on her cigarette and slowly exhaled, "Fine, I won't say then."

As the cigarette ash fell, she stared at the tiny spark and uttered each word with a sharp, forceful thud: "If I don't kill Ni Kun, I won't survive."

Tears finally broke free and silently streamed down her cheeks.

She neither wiped it away nor dodged it, letting it flow down her collar and soak into her heart.

Han Chen's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

he knows.

He knows everything.

He was aware that Mary had been raped.

But that person was Ni Kun—his savior.

What could he do? He gritted his teeth, swallowed his anger, and pretended not to see it.

Mary is in pain.

He was in so much pain he was almost going crazy.

After a long silence, she spoke in a low voice, her tone eerily calm: "I killed Ni Kun, partly to vent my anger, and partly—for you."

Han Chen looked up and stared at her blankly.

"If Ni Kun doesn't die, you'll never get to sit in the top position."

"He's ruthless and cruel; you've seen it for yourself."

"Only when he falls will you have a chance to rise to the top."

She smiled wryly: "He's a scoundrel, but he's good at raising kids."

Two sons and a daughter, all of them walk the straight path and never get involved in shady dealings.

"As soon as he dies, the Ni family will be without a successor."

"None of the sons could handle the situation if they were on stage."

"And you and I, men, are the strongest."

"As long as the Ni family is in turmoil, you will be able to seize the opportunity to rise to power!"

As she spoke, a fire ignited in her eyes, then vanished, turning to ashes: "I calculated everything—except for one thing: he was the most loyal old dog of the Ni family!"

"I never expected Ni Yongxiao to be so difficult to deal with—"

Her face was as pale as paper. She pulled a gun from her pocket, clicked off the safety, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Han Chen.

"I killed him, I confess."

"Kill me or torture me, it's up to you."

"Take my head and give it to Ni Yongxiao, and maybe you can save your life."

She looked up, her smile bittersweet: "Let's be husband and wife again in the next life."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Chen suddenly kicked out!

"Whoosh!" The gunshot whirled through the air, crashed into the wall, and rolled to some unknown corner.

He stepped forward and grabbed Mary's hand tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"In this world, I only trust you."

"I, Han Chen, may kill everyone in the world, but I will never lay a finger on you!"

His voice was deep and resonant, each word like a nail: "We fought our way here, how difficult? How dangerous? Without you, I would have died ten times over."

"If you hadn't persuaded Uncle Kun to let me go, my head would have been hanging on the flagpole at the dock long ago."

"Without your guidance, I would not have had a chance to fight back."

"Without you stabilizing the situation behind the scenes, how could I have gotten to where I am today?"

He gazed into her eyes as if looking into the last glimmer of life: "The sky hasn't fallen yet, things haven't reached a dead end."

"If we're really going to die—we'll die together, neither of us can be left behind!"

Mary finally broke down, throwing herself into his arms and hugging him tightly, wailing as if she wanted to cry out all the blood and hatred that had been suppressed in her heart for so many years.

Han Chen gently patted her back, his chin resting on the top of her head, but his eyes gradually became sharp and determined.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he asked in a low voice, "Mary, now that I'm vying with Gandhi for leadership, with Ah-Xiao's 'righteous cause' and substantial financial backing, I'm treading on thin ice every step of the way."

"You are my strategist, and you know best the dangers involved."

He stared at her: "How could you be so sure I would win two years ago?"

Mary looked up, a smug smile playing on her lips, as if a long-hidden secret had finally come to light: "Need I say more? Because you do things—far more humanely than that old beast Ni Kun."

She exhaled a puff of smoke leisurely, saying casually, "Huang Zhicheng contacted me a long time ago."

The police force wants to promote you.

She spoke so naturally, as if she were discussing what to have for dinner.

Han Chen's pupils contracted sharply, his fists clenched tightly, and his knuckles cracked: "That Huang Zhicheng!"

"So he had been looking for you all along."

"He said you are more benevolent than the Ni family and deserve their support." Mary smiled frankly. "I won't hide it from you, and there's no need to."

She met his gaze: "Ah Chen, you know I have some connection with the police force."

Han Chen nodded silently.

Few people know that Mary was once an undercover cop planted in the mob for many years.

After the police officer's incident, Mary had no way out and decided to plunge into the underworld, following Han Chen.

Han Chen later sent someone to infiltrate the police academy as an undercover agent? That idea was Mary's.

He Chu and the others were all wrong—Han Chen was not a police informant; the one who was actually walking a tightrope between the police and the law was his wife, Mary!

Previously, Mary had powerful backers and influential figures protecting her, which allowed Han Chen to have a smooth and prosperous life with a constant stream of resources.

But once that person falls, the support disappears, and the support is gone.

Later, they ended up in Tsim Sha Tsui, where they met Wong Chi-shing.

"Huang Zhicheng and Ni Kun are sworn enemies."

"Back then, his partner died at the hands of Ni Kun. Huang Zhicheng gritted his teeth and swore a solemn oath to personally bring Ni Kun down from the stage."

"He's even willing to break the law to get revenge."

"He's got his eye on you."

Han Chen frowned: "You've got your eye on me, wanting me to replace Ni Kun?"

"That's right." Mary smiled, a cold glint in her eyes. "You know how to do things properly, unlike Ni Kun who is ruthless."

He thinks you're qualified to take over.

"But if we're going to take action against the Ni family, we need a pretext."

"Therefore—Ni Kun must die."

"The plan was made together by us."

Her tone was calm, yet it was like a knife slowly cutting open the past: "I bribed Ni Kun's four bodyguards with money, while Huang Zhicheng tampered with things in the police force and cleared out Ni Kun's influence."

As soon as the vacuum was created, Amin immediately filled in, firing a shot to the head—an execution-style execution.

The truth has finally been revealed, revealing a bloody corner of the truth.

It turns out that Ni Kun's head was a revenge by Mary, and also a knife handed to him by Huang Zhicheng.

Han Chen felt a surge of anger rising in his chest.

But this anger was directed neither at Mary nor at Lau Kin-ming.

One is the woman who shares his life with him, and the other is his loyal younger brother.

His hatred was directed at Huang Zhicheng: "Damn it! You bastard! If it weren't for you fanning the flames behind the scenes, I wouldn't be in this situation today!"

He practically spat out those words through gritted teeth.

Who is he now? The top dog in the Ni family's underworld!

Just one step away from reaching the summit.

Ni Yongxiao trusted and respected him, not only giving him a formal title but also investing heavily in his support.

If he takes just one more step, wouldn't people like Gandhi, Guoliang, Heigui, and Wenzheng be completely at his mercy?

But then, an unexpected problem arose!

To mess with Ni Yongxiao? I wouldn't even dare to think about it.

That person is no longer the lowly henchman who used to hang out with fans.

Now he's a respectable man who can enter and leave the homes of the wealthy and attend the Governor's banquets as if they were his own home! Even the Commissioner of Police has to bow and scrape at his doorstep!

Provoking him? That's like digging your own grave!

"Mary, you are my woman. What you did is what I, Han Chen, did." Han Chen held her tightly, his voice low but resolute. "The past is the past, but Ah Xiao is different now. We must clean up the mess properly and leave no loopholes."

"Otherwise, we'll both be dead without a burial place."

His eyes were sharp, his tone like a knife, and he gave a solemn warning.

Mary's heart skipped a beat: "Then how about I go and turn myself in to Ah-Xiao? Anyway, I was the mastermind, and you knew nothing about it—"

"Stupid!" Han Chen interrupted abruptly. "Husband and wife are one. Your confession is the same as my confession! Do you think Ah Xiao is a fool? That he would believe something you did alone?"

"Don't even mention sending someone to take him down. Even if you succeed, you won't escape the police investigation! The entire underworld will be thrown into chaos!"

"The only way out right now is to completely cut off the loose ends of Uncle Kun's matter."

Mary's pupils contracted: "But back then, only the four of us knew the truth. We were all on the same side. Why would we need to—?"

"One of our own?" Han Chen sneered. "Then tell me, who bribed those four bodyguards? Did they really know nothing?"

"Mary, you must not underestimate Ah-Xiao."

"How could I dare?" Mary smiled bitterly. "He was able to take down the Five Tigers in just a few months and escape unscathed, severing ties with the gang. Now he's transformed into a Hong Kong celebrity."

If I were to look down on him, I'd be asking for trouble.

She leaned gently on his shoulder and whispered, "Ah Chen, I've lived my whole life for you."

"I'll do whatever you ask me to do."

Han Chen closed his eyes for a long time before finally uttering, "Then let's make a tough decision."

Mary's eyelashes fluttered slightly: "You mean—"

She didn't say anything more, but she understood.

Han Chen gazed at the pitch-black night outside the window, his voice as cold as ice: "None of those four bodyguards from back then can be spared."

"This person, Ah-Xiao, whose name is Xiao, truly cherishes the word 'filial piety' in his heart."

His greatest obsession in life was finding his father's killer.

"He once asked me personally—who killed my father?"

Without a doubt, the murderer is among the Five Tigers.

Han Chen slowly shook his head, a ridiculous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He had secretly rehearsed countless times back then, but who could have imagined that the person he could never guess was himself!

In the eyes of the world, Mary and he were already in the same boat, indistinguishable from one another.

Even if he jumped into the sky and shouted, "Ni Kun's affairs have nothing to do with me," who in the underworld would believe him? Who would dare to believe him?

And to ask him to hand over Mary? Dream on.

Did Ni Kun really think Han Chen was blind and deaf the night he forced himself on Mary? But that woman was his savior, and this feeling was weighing heavily on his heart, untouchable and unbreakable, left to rot inside.

But some scores must eventually be settled.

"Uncle Kun's four bodyguards were bribed long ago." "Ah Xiao was focused on taking over the Ni family back then, so he didn't touch them."

"But I know—he never truly let go."

Han Chen raised his hand and patted Mary's shoulder heavily. "It's time to get started."

"Those four old dogs, not one of them can be spared."

Mary's eyes sharpened, her weakness vanishing instantly replaced by her usual shrewdness: "Who will do it?"

"Huang Zhicheng." Han Chen chuckled, but his voice was as cold as a knife scraping bone. "You may not know, but this kid has been investigating Liu Jianming."

"I believe Amin is loyal."

"But Huang Zhicheng is too cunning."

Mary squinted, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Han Chen's gaze darkened: "If he really wanted to erase what happened back then, why would he keep harping on Liu Jianming? What's the point of investigating for so long? He just wants to step on my corpse to get where he is now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly froze.

Mary sneered, "Then let Amin do it."

Anyone who tries to mess with Brother Chu, I'll make them walk out sideways!

No matter who it is—whether it's Huang Zhicheng or Liu Jianming—anyone who blocks the way will be killed without mercy!

Han Chen dialed the number, his tone as relaxed as if he were inviting someone to dinner: "Ah Cheng, how's the case going?"

He paused, then his voice suddenly turned cold: "Go and investigate Uncle Kun's four bodyguards from back then, find out the details, and then kill them all."

"Since you're doing this for Ah-Xiao, don't let someone steal the credit."

"Understand? That's it."

At the same time, Yang Jinrong walked into the office with a rare smile on his face.

"Brother Chu, Han Chen has made a move."

He Chu was leaning back in his chair scrolling through his phone when he heard this. He looked up, raised an eyebrow, and teased, "Oh, did the sun rise in the west? You, Yang Jinrong, can laugh? You usually act like a block of ice. Be careful you don't have trouble finding a wife later."

"Women are always available, but once you miss an opportunity, it won't come again." Yang Jinrong shrugged, his tone nonchalant. "Besides, isn't everyone in our Group B a handsome man? Who's worse than whom?"

He Chu nodded in deep agreement.

The group in Group B is practically the most handsome in the police force.

Abang is righteous and awe-inspiring, while Luo Ji is cold and aloof; Chen Yongren, Yang Jinrong, and Wang Zhicheng are either among the Four Heavenly Kings or at the level of the Southern and Northern Jiao.

As for himself? He's in a league of his own.

In terms of looks, Yuan Haoyun's group isn't even worthy of carrying his shoes.

Two days ago, while having dinner, Yuan Haoyun complained with a bitter face: "Officer Cheng Silin is running to Group C every day, and we can hardly see him anymore."

By the way, Cheng Silin is his fiancée. The two just set a wedding date and are currently busy preparing for the wedding.

He Chu snapped out of his thoughts and took the documents Yang Jinrong handed him: "Sent from the Criminal Intelligence Division?"

"Hmm." Yang Jinrong placed the documents on the table. "Huang Zhicheng has been transferred back by Han Chen and is no longer tracking Liu Jianming."

"Oh?" He Chu flipped through the intelligence report, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Now, shall we investigate Uncle Kun's four bodyguards from back then?"

Yang Jinrong nodded: "We've analyzed it, and it's highly likely that Mary confessed, and Han Chen has already seen the truth."

He Chu chuckled lightly, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes: "Interesting."

"At the crucial moment of the battle for leadership, he not only remained steadfast, but instead overturned the table and settled old scores."

"We are not afraid of internal strife, nor are we afraid of being surrounded by wolves."

"This guy has guts, and he's got brains too."

"He will definitely be the winner in the battle of the Five Tigers."

Yang Jinrong nodded silently.

The situation is clear, and the overall outcome is imminent.

"Should we get involved?" He Chu leaned back lazily in his chair.

"No rush." ​​He waved his hand, his smile deepening. "Let them fight like dogs first."

"What morality do drug dealers have? As long as innocent people aren't implicated, the news will be kept under wraps and the rumors suppressed."

He paused, then said seriously, "Go and warn the Five Tigers that they can fight, but they must fight in a cage."

"Going too far? Then don't blame us for being ruthless."

Yang Jinrong nodded: "It's more appropriate for Brother Bang to step in. He's a veteran in the underworld, and people listen to him."

He Chu shook his head: "No, you take the people there yourself."

"Bring Bang and the others along, but you'll be in charge."

"This time, I want everyone to remember who's standing behind the scenes."

"Ah Rong, you're mine."

"I need you to step forward and set the rules."

"Don't worry about Bang-ge, I won't let him suffer."

"But in Group C, you're only the second-in-command, and that must be firmly established!"

Yang Jinrong nodded emphatically, a smile playing on his lips: "Understood, Brother Chu!"

He Chu tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his voice low yet sharp: "Han Chen has already made his move. If I don't follow up, wouldn't I be letting him down?"

"Have Ah Ren make a trip to the Ni family."

"Huh?" Yang Jinrong was taken aback. "Aren went to the Ni family?"

He Chu glanced at him and said in a calm tone, "Back then, Ni Yongxiao was able to secure his position as the head of the family thanks in no small part to the infighting among the five tigers."

Do you remember?

Yang Jinrong's pupils contracted, and he instantly realized: "Brother Chu, you want that photo?"

What photo?

What else could it be? A candid photo of Guoliang and Gandhi's wife embracing by the pool!

The situation was extremely tense at the time. Ni Yongxiao had personally warned Guoliang, but the guy was incredibly audacious and continued to sleep with her anyway, even keeping a stack of intimate photos he had secretly taken.

He Chu sneered: "We're not here to help anyone rise to power."

Whether Han Chen can take over the flour group or not is unimportant. Our goal is to uproot the entire Ni family!

"Criminal groups? They can exist, but they must never grow too large."

"Five tigers tearing each other apart? I'd love to see that."

"But what if they really unify Tsim Sha Tsui? No way."

"On my turf, everything is negotiable, except for the act of selling counterfeit goods—I'll kill the entire family!"

Yang Jinrong immediately stood up: "I'll arrange for Ah Ren to set off right now." "Sit down." He Chu waved his hand, his eyes calm as a deep pool, "No rush."

He tapped the edge of the table again, then changed his tone: "Go see Liu Jianming first."

"Liu Jianming?" Yang Jinrong pushed up his glasses, his brows furrowed.

That person was the type he hated most—an undercover agent.

Han Chen's informant in the police force was well-hidden and ruthless. If it were any other boss, he would have been dragged into an alley and blown to pieces long ago.

He Chu's gaze darkened slightly: "The gun that killed Ni Kun—who ended up in its hands?"

"Liu Jianming".

"Why is Huang Zhicheng keeping such a close watch on him? Do you think he's really investigating a case? He's trying to silence him."

Yang Jinrong's heart skipped a beat: "So—Liu Jianming was the one who fired the shot?"

He Chu nodded calmly: "Most likely."

"Go see him and offer him a way to transfer him to the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station."

Yang Jinrong frowned: "I don't have that authority."

"I'll call Inspector Kwan." Ho Chu's lips curled slightly. "You just need to tell him: right now, Tsim Sha Tsui is in a state of chaos, with blood almost reaching our necks."

Yang Jinrong still didn't understand.

He Chu leaned back in his chair and lowered his voice: "With five tigers vying for power, Han Chen may be strong, but it won't be easy for him to swallow up the other four."

"We have to help him out."

"Otherwise, how can we get him to chew the bones up and swallow them?"

Yang Jinrong suddenly realized: "I understand!"

"What Han Chen cannot do in public, Liu Jianming can do."

He originally climbed to the top by relying on Ni Kun and Huang Zhicheng—now, you want Liu Jianming to step over Huang Zhicheng to get to the top!

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He Chu nodded slightly: "That's right."

"Liu Jianming is a uniformed police officer, unlike us plainclothes officers who are restricted everywhere."

But he has a gun, an identity, and the right to act.

Their firepower is far superior to ours.

"Go see him and personally hand over the 'benefits'."

"Let him remember—this favor was given by us."

"It's also to keep him in check, so he won't turn around and bite you one day."

After a pause, He Chu added, "Go back and tell Ah Ren to pass on a message to Ni Yongxiao: Now that you've cleared your name, you have to act like a respectable businessman."

"Sever all ties with the underworld."

"His father's affairs are none of his business."

"We've identified the killer—we need to make him trust us just this once, for the sake of his wife and children."

Yang Jinrong hesitated: "Will he listen? He was once the head of the Ni family."

He Chu's gaze remained unchanged, his tone resolute: "He will listen."

"Because he had no choice."

Yang Jinrong smiled and stood up briskly: "Brother Chu, I'll take care of it right away!"

From the time he met He Chu at police academy, he had never doubted the man's words.

He did whatever He Chu said, like a knife being drawn from its sheath, never asking where it was going.

At that very moment, Gandhi was smashing a table in his own arena!

He was the leader of the Five Tigers, with the largest territory, the most henchmen, and the most staggering monthly tribute.

But ironically, they hate being controlled the most.

Back then, he was completely suppressed by Ni Kun and had no choice but to admit defeat.

Now that the old man has kicked the bucket, why should he put up with it anymore?

"I have the most men, the most money, and the most territory!" Gandhi kicked over a coffee table, his roar echoing throughout the nightclub. "Follow me, and no one will ever have to kowtow to the Ni family again!"

He stood high up in the private room, looking down at his men, his eyes burning with rage: "Let's start our own operation and reshuffle the seats on Hong Kong Island!"

In his mind, as long as he gave the order, the other four tigers would surely respond in unison.

The Ni family? They're nothing but a corpse waiting to rot.

What's the point of living like this? Isn't it all about making money?

When you're weak, you have to bow down and acknowledge a powerful figure; that way you'll get ahead and live longer. There's no other way.

But now? I've grown up, who wants a "boss" hanging over their head, pointing fingers and telling them what to do?

Besides, are they fans?

That's risking their lives for money! Every penny is stained with blood, why should they be expected to give it to the Ni family?

When Ni Kun had just fallen from power, Gandhi almost burst out laughing.

Finally, no one was holding him back anymore; the world was wide open, and the road ahead was bright!

Before they could even catch their breath, Ni Yongxiao suddenly appeared!

Ha, a greenhorn? His face, barely in his early twenties, so tender you could squeeze water out of it, and he expects me to keep paying him? He thinks he can ride on my head and be my boss? Who does he think he is?

Gandhi sneered inwardly: "You little brat, I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't crush you into dust!"

But in the blink of an eye, he was crushed by a reverse hand.

Ni Yongxiao swiftly and decisively took over the Ni family's empire, his methods clean and efficient, without even making a sound.

Gandhi was furious! Guoliang, Heigui, and Wenzheng, those three bastards, are all fucking useless!

He didn't hate Han Chen.

Han Chen is a man of principle. From the very beginning, he sided with Ni Yongxiao, openly and honestly, and never resorted to backstabbing.

He hated Guoliang and Heigui, but he hated Wenzheng even more—a fence-sitter who changed sides with the wind!

He shouted louder than anyone else, "I'll work with Brother Gan!"

So when things really came to a critical moment, you turned against me on my own turf?

Bullshit! Are you kidding me?

A lump of anger welled up in his throat, impossible to swallow or spit out. He could only grit his teeth and bear it, secretly vowing to settle this score—he'd get his revenge sooner or later!

As for Ni Yongxiao—never mind.

They're smart, young, ruthless, and have a strong hand. They're also the rightful successor, so it's normal that we can't beat them.

Who would have thought that this kid wouldn't resort to dirty tricks right from the start, but would instead go straight to whitewashing his image?

Gandhi's eyes lit up: The opportunity has arrived!

In gang warfare, there are always losses.

If anyone wants to transform into a "respectable person," wouldn't their subordinates be eager to follow suit?

With the top position vacant, won't a pack of wolves fight over it?

But he never expected that Ni Yongxiao would pass the position to Han Chen!

In that instant, it felt like a thunderbolt had struck me on the head; my ears were ringing, and I couldn't utter a single word.

If he were in that position, he would probably make the same choice.

Han Chen was extremely loyal, only recognizing one person from beginning to end. He had no selfish motives, no ambition, and a good reputation.

Passing it on to him would be convincing, reasonable, and justifiable.

But Gandhi was not willing!

Why should I?!

My territory is the largest! My silver coins are piled up like mountains! I have so many underlings I could form an army!

In terms of ability and seniority, who doesn't surpass Han Chen by leaps and bounds?

Ni Kun is ruthless, I can't beat him; Ni Yongxiao is cunning, I can't outmaneuver him.

But Han Chen? Does he even deserve to be above me?!

In my lifetime, I will never allow anyone to give orders from above!

We will never bow down or hand over our debts to anyone!

Inverted!

He secretly met with Guoliang and Heigui overnight, and didn't even spare Wenzheng, that spineless coward.

The four men sat around the table, clinked their glasses: "Kill Han Chen, and we'll divide the world equally!"

Who doesn't want to climb the ladder?

Once Han Chen falls, they will all become local tyrants, and no one will be able to control them!

Gandhi was overjoyed—four against one, the odds of winning couldn't be higher!

With my strength, plus the help of those three, we can turn the tide tonight!

But fate is like a circus troupe that plays tricks on people.

After going around in circles, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and he was on the verge of losing!

What the hell?! What kind of script is this?!

Why did those three "brothers" who had sworn brotherhood to him suddenly turn their guns on him?!

They're insane! They're all fucking insane!

Gandhi was nearly driven mad.

Are you addicted to being a fence-sitter? Bending whichever way the wind blows.

You guys are getting addicted to acting out my story?!

When I contacted you to start a rebellion, you all nodded and agreed without hesitation!

If you had said earlier that you wouldn't oppose Han Chen, would I have been stupid enough to actually take action?!

Being the boss is a lifelong commitment; bowing down is something that happens only occasionally. You can endure it for a few years, and it will pass.

But now, he can't understand it at all.

Guoliang and Heigui are not like Wenzheng, who wavers between two sides!

They were the ones who instigated me to start the uprising in the first place!

We agreed to overthrow Han Chen and split the territory and resources equally—how did it turn into a hunt for me in the blink of an eye?

Was it his turn to be divided up by others?

Absurd! Utterly absurd!

No matter how big his territory is, how much money he has, or how many henchmen he has, he can't possibly take on four opponents by himself!

If he really had that ability, he would have overturned the table when Ni Yongxiao took office!

But what's making him want to vomit blood the most right now are Guoliang and Wenzheng!

Wen Zheng, in particular, is so despicable it's disgusting!

This pent-up frustration even ruined my favorite bull penis hotpot.

The spiciness doesn't reach the heart, the aroma doesn't reach the stomach, and all that's left in the mouth is bitterness.

Just as he was sitting in the old shop, engrossed in drinking, the curtain was lifted and a young man walked in.

Gandhi raised an eyelid, glanced at them coldly, and didn't bother to pay them any attention.

But the kid walked straight over and stopped in front of his table.

"Get lost." Gandhi's voice was hoarse. "I'm in a really bad mood right now, don't mess with me."

The young man smiled calmly and said, "I know you're in a bad mood."

Being betrayed by your brother is a painful experience for anyone.

Gandhi's eyes narrowed: "Who are you? How did you get in?"

He always has bodyguards guarding the door when he comes here, so no strangers can get close to him.

Gandhi cursed inwardly, thinking that these bodyguards were all incompetent; they could even ruin a hot pot meal.

The young man across the table slowly pulled out his ID and slammed it on the table: "Liu Jianming, Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station Major Crimes Unit."

Gandhi's eyelids twitched, and anger flared up in his heart—it turned out to be a cop!

But Liu Jianming didn't treat himself like an outsider at all. He casually pulled out a chair and sat down, staring at the bubbling red oil in the pot. He clicked his tongue and said, "Wow, this meal is quite elaborate."

"Boss, bring me another pair of chopsticks." He didn't even look up, his tone as familiar as that of an old friend visiting.

Gandhi narrowed his eyes, his voice chillingly cold: "You've got some nerve—daring to eat at the same table as me?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lau Kin-ming had already scooped up a slice of fatty beef with his chopsticks, rolled it in the oil, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it up, mumbling between bites, "This is the first case I've handled, and I'm a plainclothes officer who was just transferred to Tsim Sha Tsui."

He swallowed, then glanced up and said dismissively, "The higher-ups are very dissatisfied with you guys who are always fighting."

"Stop it. If you keep making a scene, the special forces will really come down and clear the area."

Snapped!

Gandhi slammed his chopsticks on the table, making the dishes bounce around: "Are you kidding me?"

"I want to fight? It's the four of them ganging up on me!"

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