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

Chapter 71: Multiple forces entangled in battle, undercover agents emerge.

Meanwhile, at the top-floor office of Xinliansheng Group.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a stunning view of Victoria Harbour. Luo Zhiming sat on the leather sofa and slowly asked, "Ah Xiao, how did things end with Han Chen?"

The man opposite him was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "What else can we do? Han Chen is indefinitely in prison."

Mary and Huang Zhicheng are the same.

Gandhi, death penalty.

Wen Zheng wanted to atone for his crime by becoming a witness for the prosecution? The police refused to take the bait.

"As for the result..."

He sneered, "He was sentenced to life imprisonment too."

Not one of them can escape.

"None of the Five Tigers' henchmen escaped; they were all imprisoned."

"Brother Chu's move is fucking ruthless!"

Ni Yongxiao still feels a chill run down his spine whenever he mentions this matter.

Fortunately, I listened to He Chu's advice and stopped in time.

Otherwise, it would be Ni Yongxiao lying in prison now, not Han Chen and his group.

"Brother Chu?" Luo Zhiming raised an eyebrow. "When did you become so subservient?"

"Humble and subservient?" Ni Yongxiao shook his head and chuckled. "I'm telling the truth."

Luo Zhiming stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled—this guy's eyes didn't waver, and his tone was steady; he was truly impressed.

"Brother Chu is not human at all," Ni Yongxiao said in a low voice. "He's about the same age as Ah Ren, but the shrewdness in his moves is like he's been walking on the edge of a knife for thirty years."

"He rarely shows his face, and his name is only occasionally heard in the martial arts world."

"But once it starts moving—it's like a lightning-fast net, leaving no room for error."

You want to escape? No way! You can't even fly away.

"Anyone who dares to look him in the eye will meet a fate with one word: death."

Luo Zhiming chuckled: "I feel relieved."

Ni Yongxiao was taken aback.

"We've finally gotten back on the right track, let's not keep looking at the world with those old prejudices." Luo Zhiming picked up his teacup and blew on it. "Otherwise, we'll suffer a big setback sooner or later."

Ni Yongxiao waved his hand like a fan: "I'd have to be out of my mind to go back to that lousy path of the Ni family!"

"Life is so comfortable now! Who in the family isn't happy? My brother, my sister, my brother, and our two kids—who's ever frowned?"

"If I were to go back to gangsters—the light in their eyes would be extinguished on the spot."

Luo Zhiming was silent for a moment, then sighed, "So, in your heart, home is where you truly belong."

Ni Yongxiao nodded, his voice deepening: "My father was a scoundrel, but when it came to his children, he was never ambiguous."

"It's just that Ah Ren suffered a loss."

Luo Zhiming's heart skipped a beat: "Ah Ren?"

"Chen Yongren, Sergeant of the Major Crimes Unit," Ni Yongxiao said frankly, "my father's illegitimate son."

He paused, then said, "Don't you have a company in the West Kowloon Headquarters? Find an opportunity to donate some money there so my brother can have a better life."

Be a decent human being.

Luo Zhiming shook his head: "You're a director, why don't you just go and donate yourself?"

"Chinese people value human relationships."

With your actions, the entire police force knows who you're backing.

Ni Yongxiao smiled wryly: "But if I donate, people will only think that I did it because of Brother Chu."

Luo Zhiming was speechless for a moment.

But he finally felt relieved.

"Ah Xiao," he suddenly lowered his voice, "aren't you planning to send someone to the prison to 'greet' Han Chen?"

The word "greeting" was emphasized, and its meaning was self-evident.

Ni Yongxiao remained silent for a long time before speaking: "You may not believe it, but after Han Chen went in, I went to see him."

Luo Zhiming suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting slightly.

"We talked for a long time." Ni Yongxiao looked out the window. "He'll never get out of here in this lifetime, and I really feel a little bad about it."

"As for 'greeting' Huang Zhicheng, Mary, and Liu Jianming?" He sneered, "Who do I stand now? Do I need to get involved personally?"

Luo Zhiming smiled: "You've really let go?"

Ni Yongxiao closed his eyes and decided to tear off the last layer of fig leaf.

Feeling unhappy? Of course I am.

"But the problem is—Huang Zhicheng and Mary have made a lot of enemies, and Liu Jianming has committed numerous crimes; a life sentence is considered lenient."

Whether you live to fifty or not depends on whether the King of Hell will be kind to you.

"Why would I bother with someone like that? I'd be ashamed if word got out."

Luo Zhiming suddenly stood up, raised his teacup, and said, "Ah Xiao, congratulations, you've seen through everything completely."

The two clinked glasses, the tea swirling gently, like an unspoken vow.

"Now, Tsim Sha Tsui is finally quiet." Luo Zhiming sat back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

Ni Yongxiao gently shook his head: "No, it's far from over."

"Brother Chu has been promoted to Chief Inspector of the Major Crimes Unit, also in charge of Team C."

"He said it himself—no large-scale triad activities are allowed in West Kowloon, and no drug trafficking is allowed."

"He never speaks loudly, and his tone is always gentle, like reminding you to bring an umbrella when it rains outside."

Whether you listen or not is up to you.

But he said it, and the cause and effect are now clear.

"How much fatter is that piece of meat in Yau Tsim Mong? How many eyes are watching it?"

"Dongxing has already set its sights on getting a piece of the pie."

Luo Zhiming frowned: "Dongxing? Which Dongxing?"

Ni Yongxiao raised a finger, a sneer on his lips: "Who else could it be? Dongxing, the company that made its fortune selling drugs."

"Han Chen just fell, and they can't wait to step in? They've got some nerve."

"However—" he narrowed his eyes, "Back in the day, Camel was in cahoots with Lei Luo and Long Chengbang, and the police force never really touched them." "Now you want to use force? Fine, ask yourself if your neck is tough enough."

Luo Zhiming slowly began, "There's one more—the Zhongqing Society."

Ni Yongxiao frowned, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes behind his glasses: "Those four crabs from the Five Crabs Group?"

"I've heard of them." His voice was deep. "These people are not simple."

"There are four brothers. The eldest and second eldest are street urchins, the third is a licensed lawyer, and the fourth is a licensed doctor."

"They openly run a company, but behind the scenes they dare to do anything and expand rapidly."

"I've heard that they've even gotten involved in Kowloon City."

He stared at Luo Zhiming counting on his fingers one by one, then couldn't help adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone slightly somber: "Anything else?"

Luo Zhiming shrugged and smiled, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Yes, but the last one is the real ruthless character."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "Johnny Wong, ever heard of him?"

Ni Yongxiao's pupils contracted, and he blurted out, "That newly emerged arms dealer?!"

"He's also made his way into Tsim Sha Tsui?"

Luo Zhiming nodded calmly: "That's right, it's him."

Ni Yongxiao sneered and shook his head: "The martial arts world is about to change again."

A moment later, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Luo Zhiming: "Wait, how do you know so much about these things?"

Luo Zhiming's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said, word by word, "I was chasing an enemy, and this is the clue I found along the way."

Ni Yongxiao was stunned, then suddenly realized: "Richard?"

Luo Zhiming nodded emphatically: "Yes, that's him!"

"I rejected him three times, and he immediately switched sides to the triad, amassing so much power in one fell swoop!"

Ni Yongxiao frowned and clicked his tongue: "They're all ruthless people, each one more difficult to deal with than the last."

Luo Zhiming leaned back in his chair leisurely, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Ah Xiao, don't worry, Ah Chu can handle it."

"In my memory, there was nothing he couldn't do after he said it."

Ni Yongxiao let out a long breath and finally smiled slightly: "That would be best."

Meanwhile, at the West Kowloon Headquarters, the Chief Inspector's Office.

He Chu leaned against the desk, flipping through the report Yang Jinrong handed him. A smirk played on his lips as he chuckled, "Ha, so any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to roam around Tsim Sha Tsui now?"

He slowly closed the file, his eyes growing cold: "Perfect, we can deal with them one by one, no rush."

His gaze swept over Yang Jinrong and Yuan Haoyun: "What do you two have to say about the gangs on the list?"

Ho Chu was promoted to Chief Inspector and put in charge of the Major Crimes Unit without any controversy.

In the police force, strength is the most important factor.

If you're capable, stand at the front; if not, shut up and step back.

Cases don't lie; if they can be solved, they can be solved; if they can't, they're useless.

He Chu—is truly formidable.

Solving cases is like chopping vegetables; it's about peeling back layers, pressing forward step by step, and leaving no survivors.

He was highly regarded by his superiors and respected by his subordinates; the entire B group gave him the green light.

Yuan Haoyun had initially admired his methods, but he was completely stunned when He Chu officially took over and briefed him on the entire plan for the Li Jueji case.

I'm not just impressed, I'm awestruck.

This is not about being capable.

This is a fucking monster!

The criminal network behind Sir Lee spans five major systems: politics, business, police, anti-corruption, and triads, weaving almost the entire Hong Kong Island into his scheme.

An ordinary detective would probably be shaking if he could even touch a corner of it.

Picking out any name from the list would be enough to make anyone suffocate.

But what about He Chu?

They managed to tear open a bloody wound in a desperate situation, directly severing the opponent's financial lifeline!

This kind of operation is completely outside the realm of conventional logic.

It's like dancing on a knife's edge, and turning it into art.

Yuan Haoyun had only one thought in his mind: If it were me, I would have knelt down long ago.

He took a deep breath and said seriously, "Brother Chu, I'm not familiar with the others, but 'Johnny Wang'..."

I understand.

There aren't many people in Hong Kong who make a fortune in the arms trade.

"Traditionally, we here have a stronger reputation for knife-wielders and professional killers."

"Few people use guns because it's risky and makes a lot of noise."

"But now there are two in our jurisdiction."

"One is the veteran Hai-shu, and the other is Johnny Wang."

"Rumor has it that Johnny Wong has someone backing him up, and the owner's identity remains a mystery."

"Unlike old-fashioned figures like Uncle Hai, Johnny Wang has no bottom line."

"When he gets angry, he'll draw his gun and fire, killing people like stepping on ants."

"My favorite thing to do is double-cross."

"They poached employees, seized territory, and burned down warehouses; their methods were ruthless and vicious."

"Uncle Hai's business is now in dire straits."

Yang Jinrong adjusted his glasses and calmly analyzed, "Like flour, arms dealing is extremely profitable, high-risk, and heavily guarded."

"Richard came from the political department, and the intelligence channels he has access to are probably far beyond our imagination."

"That's why he was able to connect directly with Johnny Wan."

After all, Richard was too conspicuous.

He was a cop and a foreigner, both in a precarious position.

Yuan Haoyun's pupils contracted: "He's holding some trump card that we don't know about? Like what?"

Yang Jinrong's tone was calm, yet sharp as a drawn sword: "Who is Johnny Wang's backer?"

"Sir Li!" Yuan Haoyun blurted out, his eyes instantly blazing with fury. "Damn! It could actually be!"

Yang Jinrong nodded, his voice low: "Previously, under Brother Chu's command, we disrupted Sir Li's plans several times."

"If Brother Chu hadn't cut off his funding, we would have been bitten in the back long ago, and there wouldn't have been any bones left."

"Sir Li is too busy to deal with us right now because he's almost out of money. His company is so big, how much money does it burn every day? Without a lifeline, it'll collapse sooner or later."

"Otherwise, do you think he could have endured this long?"

He Chu pulled out a piece of paper, the pen tip sharp as a knife, and swiftly scribbled down three names:

Dongxing – a long-established and deeply entrenched drug trafficking gang.

Chung Ching Society – not only sells drugs, but also plays the stock market; Five Crab Group is their front man.

Johnny Wong – a black market tycoon in the arms trade, a mastermind behind the scenes!

He paused heavily, his pen almost piercing the paper: "Richard's shadow is behind all three of these societies."

"Sir Lee is looking for new ways to make money, and they are his target."

"And we," he looked up, his gaze sharp as an eagle, "are just the right people to follow the trail and take them all down at once."

Yang Jinrong asked in a deep voice, "Brother Chu, what's the next step?"

He Chu tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, his voice not loud, but it was suffocating: "Keep an eye on these three clubs first, don't miss any of them."

"Ah Rong, go and activate the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world) connection. I need to know as soon as possible who Richard has turned against us."

"Also, ask Ah Luo for help and keep a close eye on things."

Yang Jinrong nodded: "Understood, I'll go see him right away."

He Chu suddenly reminded him, "Ah Luo's identity is sensitive. You are now the acting leader of Group C, and your every move is being watched."

"Find a plausible excuse."

Yang Jinrong smiled, raising his eyebrows slightly: "Just say you're thanking the police force for their donation, and then come to visit and offer your condolences. That's perfectly reasonable."

He Chu nodded: "Okay, organize the information as quickly as possible, and don't leave any blind spots."

He threw down his pen, looked up at the two inspectors, and said, each word striking like a hammer blow: "Our goal is to take down the Sir Lee Group."

"But it's not just him."

"Any gang that dares to cause trouble on my turf will never leave this place standing up!"

"I'm different from those foreigners."

"They turn a blind eye and let these malignant tumors grow wildly."

"I don't."

"I'm going to dig up all these roots, skin and all, and completely clear the area."

"Borrow Sir Lee's knife, cut silently, and destroy without a sound."

The two agreed in unison.

He Chu turned to Yuan Haoyun and took out a yellowed file folder from the drawer: "Before Superintendent Chen retired, he gave me this."

I think—you'll be interested.

Yuan Haoyun frowned as he took the book, turned to a page, and his expression suddenly changed: "Jiang Lang?!"

"He's a policeman?"

Yang Jinrong was also taken aback: "Ah Lang? Where is he?"

Yuan Haoyun looked at him in shock: "You know Jiang Lang?"

Yang Jinrong pushed up his glasses, a smile playing on his lips: "Of course, he's my classmate."

What? !

He Chu shrugged: "That year, a lot of people were on the undercover list."

"Chen Yongren, Wang Zhicheng, Luo Zhiming, Jiang Lang—they were all contemporaries."

"Some people have long since disappeared without a trace."

Yuan Haoyun's mind went blank for a moment: "Wait—you mean Luo Zhiming? That Luo Zhiming from Xinliansheng? He's one of ours too?!"

He Chu nodded: "That's right."

Yuan Haoyun was stunned for a long time before muttering, "No wonder—no wonder Xinliansheng is so strange. A top-five triad can transform itself just like that, and it actually succeeded!"

"To rise from undercover to the top boss, while remaining true to one's original aspirations and leaving no room for error—that's amazing!"

"It would be a shame if someone like that didn't become a senior inspector!"

He Chu shook his head, his voice low and somber: "I'm afraid—he won't be coming back."

"It will take at least ten years for Xinliansheng to completely clean up its act."

"But how many decades does one have in a lifetime? Can we afford to wait?"

Yuan Haoyun was silent for a moment, then grinned and said, "But he's a figure in high society now, with wealth and status, so that's some compensation."

He Chu sighed: "Ah Luo may not like this kind of life."

But the police force needs him to sit in that position.

"Fortunately, Ho Ka-kui was there with him."

"These two brothers—most likely, they really won't be coming back."

Yuan Haoyun's eyes widened suddenly: "Wait—He Jiaju is one of ours too?"

He Chu nodded slowly: "Yes."

The room fell silent for a moment.

After a long silence, he spoke in a low, slow voice, yet with immense weight: "In the future, if they encounter any trouble, you must help them if you can."

Yuan Haoyun nodded emphatically: "I've got it."

The resumes of these two individuals are so impressive they could be included in police textbooks.

Infiltrating a gang from the inside and climbing all the way to the top?

Can you believe it?

He Chu leaned against the wall, his tone calm yet sharp: "I'm different from other superiors. I never use the kind of one-line contact undercover system."

"For the safety of our brothers, and for the sake of keeping the undercover agents' identities under control throughout the operation, we must maintain a degree of transparency within a controllable scope."

Yuan Haoyun was the first to nod. After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke: "I once—personally killed an undercover agent."

His voice was low and deep. "It happened during a shootout with a group of arms dealers."