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

Chapter 70 Settling Feuds

"Huh?" He Chu was taken aback. "Why?"

"Who else could it be because of?" Lu Qichang shook his head with a wry smile, "Chen Jiaju, of course."

"Because of him, half of the New Territories Department's case-handling funds were wasted."

Old Lin is so anxious he's practically spitting fire every day; his hair is almost completely gone.

"But Chan Ka-kui has a great reputation, who would dare to take him in? Who would dare to interfere?"

He Chu couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Officer Chen, awesome!"

To be able to make a police officer this good—causing headaches for superiors, awe for colleagues, and fear for criminals—is unique in the entire Hong Kong Island.

Lu Qichang sighed: "This time, while arresting Han Chen and Mary, Chen Jiaju wrecked three sports cars."

"The New Territories really can't afford to lose money; they can only hope that Mr. Wong will lend a hand."

He Chu remained calm, a smile playing on his lips: "Don't worry, someone will compensate."

"Who?" Lu Qichang's eyes lit up.

He Chu raised his hand, pointed at the person opposite him, and said in a flippant yet confident tone, "Look, isn't that him?"

Then, he pushed open the door to the interrogation room and called out, "Arong, Acheng, come out for a moment."

Yang Jinrong and Wang Zhicheng stepped forward in response.

Han Chen remained seated in his chair, his eyes vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

Today should have been the peak of his life.

How did the sky fall down in the blink of an eye?

It shouldn't be like this—

"Ah Chen!"

A deep call, like a needle piercing his eardrum, jolted Han Chen awake. He looked up and froze on the spot.

"Ah-Xiao?!"

Sitting opposite him was none other than Ni Yongxiao.

Han Chen's pupils contracted sharply, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice changed tone: "Am I seeing things?"

Ni Yongxiao slowly removed his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses sharp as a knife, piercing straight at him: "My brother..."

My brother said that the murderer who killed my father has been caught.

I came right away.

Han Chen took a heavy breath, his facial muscles twitching, a look that was both crying and laughing. "I—I really didn't know that I was the one who 'killed' Uncle Kun."

Ni Yongxiao waved his hand gently, his tone eerily calm: "You didn't kill him."

"It was your wife, Huang Zhicheng, and Liu Jianming who worked together."

Han Chen gave a bitter laugh: "But according to the rules of the underworld, this blood debt will still be pinned on me." He stared at Ni Yongxiao, his voice hoarse, "Ah Xiao, if I said I only found out about this seven days ago, would you believe me?"

Ni Yongxiao did not answer; his silence was as deep as an abyss.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke: "Ah Chen, if I said—I knew all along who killed my father, would you believe me?"

"What?!" Han Chen sat up abruptly, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Hard to believe?" Ni Yongxiao's lips curled up slightly, but his smile was chilling. "I know who the murderer is, but I haven't taken revenge yet."

"Just bear with it."

"Two whole years."

He paused, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "You know how capable I am."

I came back to dig out that person.

"It's hidden too well, not a drop of water can be leaked."

It took me two years to uncover the mastermind behind it all.

Han Chen's throat tightened: "Then you won't kill me?"

Ni Yongxiao smiled.

With a click, he pulled a box of slim cigars from his pocket, flicked one out, and tossed it over.

Han Chen caught it instinctively, his fingertips were icy cold.

"Ah Chen, you are my most capable sword in the martial world."

"You understand me best."

Han Chen grinned, his smile as bitter as if he'd swallowed a mouthful of bitter herbs: "We're all people who live on the edge, who doesn't know the score?"

"No matter how close our friendship is, it's nothing compared to the hatred of killing one's father."

"You had no choice at all, right?"

Ni Yongxiao's expression turned serious: "At first, I thought so too."

"But I never expected that Ah Chen, who had supported me all along, was the mastermind behind my father's death."

Are you feeling wronged?

Han Chen remained silent for a long time before shaking his head.

"Uncle Kun saved my life." His voice was low and hoarse, but it revealed a fearless and open-minded attitude. "Mary is my wife."

If she hadn't traded herself for Uncle Kun's help back then, I would be rotting on the streets by now.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed freely: "Mary and I are one."

What she did is what I did.

No regrets.

"Uncle Kun often said when he was alive: 'What goes around comes around.'"

"She killed your father, so it's only natural that you want to kill me."

There's not much to say.

Ni Yongxiao suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning: "So you recently learned the truth that Mary, Huang Zhicheng, and Liu Jianming were behind this?"

Hands.

Have you ever considered striking first and killing me?

Han Chen looked directly at him without flinching: "I understand you."

If you had known, you would never have let me off the hook.

"I did have the thought—whether or not to get rid of you once and for all."

He paused, then lowered his voice considerably: "I dare not."

"Don't dare?" Ni Yongxiao chuckled.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I really don't dare." Han Chen looked up, his eyes full of complex emotions. "Ah Xiao, you're a member of high society now, dressed in a suit and tie, and you can shut down the whole street with just a word."

"And I am still that short mule rolling in the mud, barely surviving by fighting tooth and nail."

"You're different. Someone will fight for you, someone will get dirty for you."

"If I were to actually lay a hand on you, I would be the first one to die." "You wouldn't even need to raise your hand."

How many people would give anything to use my head as a pledge of allegiance?

"I am self-aware."

Ni Yongxiao chuckled lightly: "You're too modest."

"You took over all of the Ni family's underground businesses in the past."

"Gandhi, Guoliang, Black Ghost, Wenzheng—which one could last three moves against you?"

Han Chen sighed: "But we have known each other for a while, and you have treated me well."

I never intended to harm you.

"I'm just afraid that if you find out the truth, you'll turn around and stab me in the back."

That's why I had Huang Zhicheng deal with those four bodyguards—”

He shook his head with a wry smile: "Fate is truly unpredictable."

He frowned at Ni Yongxiao: "Xiao, when exactly did you find out that Uncle Kun was blaming me?"

Ni Yongxiao pondered for a moment: "About half a year ago."

"Before the whitewash?"

"Hmm." Ni Yongxiao nodded, his eyes clear. "But Ah Chen, I've always kept it very clear—you are you, Mary is Mary, and Huang Zhicheng is Huang Zhicheng."

"I can see your loyalty."

"I don't think you and Mary are comparable."

Han Chen's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg, his face filled with astonishment.

Ni Yongxiao, however, remained as cold as ice, his voice steady to the point of indifference: "Do you remember what I told you when I said I wanted to clear my name?"

You said you would lead me onto the right path.

Han Chen nodded subconsciously.

"But you refused."

Ni Yongxiao's eyes darkened. "If you want revenge for my father's matter, I won't stop you."

But I don't want you to become a desperate criminal who lives on the edge of a knife.

I want to pull you out of this quagmire.

"But you don't want to."

He paused, a hint of helplessness in his voice, "There's nothing I can do, I can only give you one more chance."

"I'll give you the head of the dragon."

From the day I returned, every single account book submitted by the Five Tigers went straight into your pocket.

"If you were willing to win people's hearts, with your limited skills, you could have easily seized power without bloodshed."

"If you can really take down Gandhi and his men, you won't be a thug anymore; you'll be the next old man—ruling the world in peace for twenty years."

He shook his head slightly, a bitter smile playing on his lips: "What a pity—you chose the wrong one again."

"To have come to this point today—"

He looked at Han Chen, but there was no hatred in his eyes, only regret.

Han Chen stood there, speechless for a long time.

After a long silence, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "Ah-Xiao—you're not that kind of person."

Who turned you into this?

A relieved smile appeared on Ni Yongxiao's face: "When I was burning with hatred and about to lose control, Inspector He asked me a few questions."

"Why did I come back?"

"What kind of person does Dad hope I will become?"

"What kind of father will my child be proud of in the future?"

"And what is it that I care about most?"

He shrugged, as if a huge burden had been lifted: "At that moment, I truly saw my own heart."

Han Chen's pupils dilated, and he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Ni Yongxiao sighed softly, "Ah Chen, if only you hadn't made that wrong step back then."

"Well done!" Old Huang beamed, looking at He Chu as if he were his own son. "He truly is a talent I personally selected!"

"The Ni family has been entrenched in Tsim Sha Tsui for twenty years, and no matter how many chief Chinese detectives there have been, they have been unable to do anything about them."

"The result was in my hands; it was uprooted completely!"

"Great job! I'll give you a big thumbs up!"

He threw his head back and laughed heartily, feeling smug and triumphant.

Superintendent Chen stood to the side, his lips twitching, and he rolled his eyes inwardly.

Ha, when did He Chu become someone you "personally transferred"?

They were perfectly fine staying in West Kowloon. It was only after Lu Qichang visited me three times that I finally agreed to release them.

Now look what's happened, all the credit goes to you?

But he remained expressionless.

Mr. Huang is a man with a petty mind; if you dare to talk back to him, he'll make sure you're fired.

He Chu remained calm: "The case was solved thanks to the cooperation of the entire police force and the support of colleagues from neighboring districts."

"Hey, what's meant to be yours will be yours, don't be so modest." The more Huang Lao listened, the happier he became, patting his shoulder and nodding repeatedly. "Even Big Brother called personally to ask me to congratulate you on his behalf."

He Chu frowned slightly: "Is this kind of case really worth the top leader's personal attention?"

"Not small!" Boss Huang immediately became serious. "The Ni family isn't just some street drug dealers; in Hong Kong's drug trafficking circle, they're one of the top big players!"

"It's perfectly normal for a sweep operation of this level to alarm the higher-ups."

He Chu sneered: "In my opinion, the First Brother should be keeping a closer eye on Commissioner Luo's case and the shady dealings behind Sir Li."

Mr. Huang sighed, "He has his difficulties too."

"He is only the Commissioner of Police, not the Secretary for Justice."

Even if it were the Department of Justice, trying to touch Commissioner Law? No way.

"The pressure from John Bull is suffocating the entire production line."

He Chu's gaze was sharp, and he made no attempt to hide it: "To put it bluntly, we are still a colony here."

In their eyes, Hong Kong Island will always be a second-class citizen zone.

"We are not on the same path as them at all."

"Our future is not in London," he said, raising his hand and pointing north.

Mr. Huang remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

He didn't reply, but said in a low voice, "Those things are too far in the past."

"However, the matter concerning Commissioner Luo has indeed stalled."

"John the Great kept calling for extradition, but it was blocked by the three judicial authorities."

He Chu's lips curled into a cold smile: "Because Sir Li's case has come to light, hasn't it?"

Mr. Huang gave him a deep look and nodded: "That's right."

The report you submitted has caused a stir among the three judicial departments.

"It was circulated within a very small circle, and after reading it, the three bigwigs were furious on the spot."

"He ordered the Security Bureau to pressure the Commissioner of Police—to dig out this entire criminal network at all costs."

"They suspect that Commissioner Luo has long been involved, and is by no means clean."

"Therefore, the UK's extradition request—rejected! Absolutely not!"

He Chu slammed his fist on the table, his anger rising: "Just issuing a few instructions like imperial edicts, without even providing a gun, how am I supposed to fight a tough battle?"

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Superintendent Chen quickly coughed a few times and glanced at him.

Mr. Huang raised an eyebrow and looked over: "Have you caught a cold?"

"I didn't sleep well last night and caught a bit of a draft," Superintendent Chen mumbled in response.

Huang Lao sneered, "I also climbed my way up from the streets, step by step. Do you think I can't see through the little tricks of field agents?"

He paused, then lowered his voice: "The higher-ups said that this time, they'll give you whatever they want."

"The top leader personally decided that the major events, such as the West Kowloon Dragon Head, are to completely overturn Sir Lee's intricate scheme!"

He Chu frowned: "Sir Li's influence is like a net, covering the entire Hong Kong Island, with underground businesses, political and business collusion, and money laundering chains—all stained with blood."

"As the group leader of Group C, my permissions are strictly controlled."

Cross-regional investigation? That's crossing a red line; whoever does it will fall into a trap.

Huang Lao Zong chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes sharp as knives: "Red line? Big Brother said he'd give you the green light!"

"As long as it's about investigating Sir Lee's case, you can solve it in any of the six districts of Hong Kong Island! On-site command, personnel deployment, sealing of evidence—you can act first and report later!"

He Chu's pupils contracted: "The police force has this rule? How come I've never seen this document before?"

Huang Lao always scoffed, "Wanting a horse to run a thousand miles without feeding it? There's no such logic in the world."

He Chu stared at him, her gaze like a nail.

Huang Lao always shook his head and smiled: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you, kid."

He glanced sideways at Superintendent Chen, who immediately stood up: "Boss, I—I have a meeting outside—"

"Sit down!" Old Huang didn't even lift his eyelids. "You're fine, stop acting."

"You're involved in this too."

Superintendent Chen was taken aback: "Me?"

Mr. Huang waved his arm, his tone turning serious: "The three of us, let's keep things quiet behind closed doors."

"Achu's achievements have already blown the ceiling apart."

Commissioner Crow's case has been dragging on without a verdict—we won't interfere in the judge's affairs.

"But the higher-ups have wanted to reward him for a long time, they just need a legitimate reason."

Superintendent Chen frowned: "But wasn't Ah Chu already promoted to Senior Inspector?"

"Bullshit!" Boss Huang cursed out loud. "You think you can just dismiss someone with a senior inspector?"

"You do the math. Back with the stock market guru fund, how much political capital did Ah Chu bring to the Security Bureau? If Sir Lee's case is solved, the top official's career will be on a meteoric rise!"

"This is a matter of life and death in politics! Plus, with the stock market guru's golden reputation, we can win without lifting a finger for the next three years."

He sneered, "All of this combined, and you think you can get a senior inspector position? Even a dog wouldn't eat that leftover rice!"

Superintendent Chen was speechless.

Mr. Huang said calmly, "Now the opportunity has come."

This huge, airtight case provides a perfect opportunity for the higher-ups to legitimately make up for everything that's owed.

Superintendent Chan remained unconvinced: "Being able to conduct investigations freely on Hong Kong Island, even if it's a privilege, isn't that unusual, is it?"

Old Huang grinned, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "If they really dare to give us only this, I'll spit in their face right here and now!"

"This is just an appetizer."

He paused, then spoke each word clearly: "The most important thing is that Ah Chu has been promoted to police rank."

Superintendent Chen looked up abruptly, his mouth agape: "Promoted?"

"Yes." Old Huang nodded, his expression resolute.

"But—but he was only recently promoted to inspector! It's only been a few days! And they're going to move him again?"

Mr. Huang looked disdainful: "Inspector level? To put it bluntly, he's still a nobody."

The one who truly deserves to be mentioned is the Chief Inspector!

Superintendent Chen was startled: "You mean—the Chief Inspector?"

Huang Lao squinted at him and asked, "Do you think it's worth it?"

He Chu finally spoke, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Promotion and wealth, who wouldn't want to live a long life? Of course, it's good."

But then he changed the subject: "But if I really become the Chief Inspector, what about Team B? What will Yuan Haoyun say?"

Superintendent Chen immediately understood and sighed in a low voice, "It's not scarcity that's the problem, it's inequality."

When two team leaders are on equal footing, and you suddenly take off, how can others feel at ease?

Huang Lao always laughed: "So—from today onwards, Ah Chu is not only the leader of Group C."

He paused for a moment, then dropped a bombshell: "The Major Crimes Unit will be under your command."

He also served as the team leader, giving full authority over the Sir Lee project.

He Chu was taken aback: "Then—what about Superintendent Chen?"

Huang Lao always smirked: "This kid's incredibly lucky."

He was promoted to Senior Superintendent and transferred to the Hong Kong Island headquarters—a promotion in name only, but with greater real power.

Superintendent Chen was completely stunned, and it took him three seconds to react before he almost lost his footing with excitement: "Thank you so much, Boss! Thank you so much, Inspector Ho!"

Huang Lao glanced at him and said meaningfully, "You really should thank him."

Without Achu's piece to make the whole game work, someone with your experience would have to stay in the same place for another five or eight years—whether you can move on or not depends on fate.

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