Chapter 113 The Police Are Always Slow (Part 2)
A-Zha became even more languid.
"Brother Shan, you were the one who lacked sincerity first. Now that you're doing this, we'll become wanted criminals in Hong Kong. How can you still have the nerve to ask us for compensation?"
Brother Shan looked at A-Zha in disbelief. Is that something a human would say?
He couldn't be bothered to argue with A-Zha and turned to Tony:
"Tony, is that how a boss acts?"
"You don't step up when there's trouble, you let your subordinates handle everything?"
"I'm telling you, no matter what, you have to return those 20 million in goods to me."
"Every time I ask you for the goods, you either say they're at sea or that you encountered a storm."
"If you don't compensate me, you should know my methods."
Without a word, Tony picked up a chair and threw it over. Brother Shan was even more bewildered—you're wanted all over Hong Kong, and you need me right now, yet you dare to hit me?
He was careless and didn't dodge!
Thump!
Brother Shan fell to the ground, in pain from being hit by the chair.
Tony sneered, stepped forward, and kicked Brother Shan twice forcefully:
"This is how we, the Vietnamese Three Brothers, do things. Do you have a problem with that?"
Brother Shan suddenly realized that he didn't understand the Tony Three Brothers at all.
Tony squatted in front of Brother Shan and gently slapped his face:
"You have the goods, I have the channels."
"Our cooperation was always equal."
"Only we, the three brothers, can handle things in Vietnam."
"If you want to take over the Vietnam market, don't be so aggressive."
"Once we finish selling, we'll naturally give you the remaining payment. Are you still afraid of not getting your money?"
Brother Shan thought to himself, I'm pretty sure I won't get the goods, and I definitely won't get the money either.
He had been hunting geese all his life, but this time, he got pecked in the eye by a swallow.
Brother Shan immediately said:
"Alright, then I'll wait for your news."
Tony wasn't afraid of Brother Shan playing any tricks and just let him go.
Brother Shan struggled to get up, glanced at the three brothers, who were laughing wildly.
He didn't even dare to leave a single harsh word and quickly left.
At first, he managed to maintain his composure, but by the end, he was running as fast as he could.
The Vietnamese Three Brothers laughed even more cheerfully.
Brother Shan ran to the door and shouted:
"You three still want to go back to Vietnam? Eat shit!"
A-Zha made a gesture to punch, and thump, Brother Shan actually fell down.
The three brothers laughed even more wildly.
A-Zha mocked:
"You're the one who should eat shit, being such a coward and still dealing drugs? You're dealing flour!"
Tony suddenly stood in front of A-Zha and shouted:
"Who?!"
A-Zha quickly asked:
"What's wrong?"
Tony's expression was grave:
"Brother Shan didn't trip himself; he was kicked down."
"There's someone outside!"
At this, A-Zha and A-Hu both moved closer.
Bang!
Brother Shan's body was kicked high into the air, landing heavily on the ground.
The three brothers didn't even look at him.
Such a person wasn't worth their serious attention.
Cold sweat broke out on the faces of the three brothers.
If they hadn't experienced the Night Paris incident, these three would never have been so cautious or so serious in their actions.
A small nightclub had taught them what it meant for the common folk to hide dragons and crouching tigers.
A-Zha angrily said:
"Who's outside?"
"If you're a hero, come out and meet me. What kind of hero hides his head and tail?"
Someone outside chuckled:
"We've been standing here all along, we haven't hidden from you."
Wang Jianjun, Lok Tin-hung, and Mo Chiu-Nam entered in single file.
A-Hu was furious:
"Damn A-Shan, you actually brought people to ambush us."
Brother Shan was kicked so hard by Wang Jianjun that he was almost out of breath. Hearing this, he was so angry he nearly passed out, rolling his eyes and using all his remaining strength to roar:
"Are you damn idiots?"
"If these were my men, would they treat me like this?"
"I was truly blind to cooperate with you!"
Wang Jianjun slowly walked forward, and the triangular bayonet flashed and was put away. Brother Shan clutched his neck, gurgling, blood gushing out uncontrollably.
The Vietnamese Three Brothers turned pale with fright.
Wang Jianjun slowly said:
"Drug dealers, all of them deserve to die."
Mo Chiu-Nam watched clearly from the side; the triangular bayonet had precisely pierced the carotid artery. This guy was truly ruthless.
However, the next moment he became excited:
"Two brothers, there are only three left. Let's each take one."
He must surpass them in this task. Ah Wu wanted to defend his honor.
He wanted Wang Jianjun and Lok Tin-hung to know that being good at fighting didn't necessarily mean being good at this kind of work.
A-Zha frowned and asked:
"Who are you?"
Mo Chiu-Nam was overjoyed:
"This must be the leader, he's mine."
Wang Jianjun had kicked the big man Brother Shan flying, something Mo Chiu-Nam felt he couldn't do. The way he wielded the triangular bayonet, steady, accurate, and ruthless, Mo Chiu-Nam still felt he couldn't replicate it.
Mo Chiu-Nam didn't want these two to steal his credit. As long as he could take care of the leader, he could ask Liang Kun for more money when he returned. So, he rushed forward immediately.
Tony was furious, dare to touch my big brother? Do you know that he took forty-seven stabs to protect me back then?
Seeing Mo Chiu-Nam charging, Tony suddenly met him with a flying kick.
Bang!
Poor Mo Chiu-Nam was kicked back after just one exchange.
Lok Tin-hung chuckled:
"Brother Jun, this guy really isn't a master."
Mo Chiu-Nam was both ashamed and embarrassed; he was truly looked down upon like this!
Wang Jianjun shook his head slightly:
"This is a police-sealed warehouse, we can't stay long. Let's finish this quickly."
"You deal with the third one, I'll take on Tony and the boss."
Mo Chiu-Nam quickly said:
"Leave the boss to me."
Wang Jianjun glanced at him, his expression indifferent:
"Then you better hurry!"
Wang Jianjun pulled out his triangular bayonet and charged at Tony.
Any soldier from the Mainland, whether active or not, only got a bonus when fighting two types of people: Okamoto and drug dealers. That was a deep-seated hatred etched in their bloodline.
Wang Jianjun held the triangular bayonet in a reverse grip, poised but not striking, putting great pressure on Tony.
The two exchanged blows, and after just one round, Tony turned pale with fright:
"A-Hu, take big brother and go!"
The triangular bayonet was swung out at this moment, and with a 'pfft,' it pierced Tony's forearm.
"Fighting me and still daring to be distracted by talking? You've got guts." Wang Jianjun's cold voice suddenly rang out.
Lok Tin-hung felt an inexplicable chill.
He secretly compared Wang Jianjun and Li Fu; Li Fu held back a bit, but Wang Jianjun was completely different. If he could kill you, he absolutely wouldn't let you live for a breath.
With the triangular bayonet finding its mark, Tony's shoulder was completely crippled. Blood flowed incessantly, and Tony's cries grew louder:
"A-Hu, take big brother..."
Pfft!
Wang Jianjun wouldn't care about their damn brotherhood. The triangular bayonet plunged straight into Tony's chest, and he even twisted it.
Tony fell with a thud, turning his head to look at A-Hu, only to see the Blue-haired Kid slit A-Hu's throat with a sword.
It's over!
Tony thought this, and endless darkness enveloped him. He knew nothing more.
Mo Chiu-Nam was greatly surprised. This was too fast!
Are these two even human?
They're even more like assassins than I am!
I can't let these two outdo me again. I have to quickly take down, no, kill the guy in front of me!
Mo Chiu-Nam gritted his teeth, punching A-Zha's face with left and right hooks. A-Zha had been locked up for many days, and his fighting skills were the weakest among the three brothers.
After all, Mo Chiu-Nam was a former enforcer from the Number Gang. How could A-Zha be his opponent?
Thump.
Finally, unable to withstand Mo Chiu-Nam's heavy punches, he collapsed to the ground.
Mo Chiu-Nam clapped his hands, looked at the two, and loudly said:
"I'm not bad either!"
Wang Jianjun slowly approached him. Mo Chiu-Nam, startled, took two steps back:
"What do you want to do?"
"We're all from Hung Hing, aren't we?"
The triangular bayonet flashed, piercing A-Zha's chest, and the latter died instantly.
Only then did Wang Jianjun say to Mo Chiu-Nam:
"This warehouse is sealed by the Police Force. Your movements are too cumbersome. You can be more concise."
Mo Chiu-Nam felt his scalp tingle.
Lok Tin-hung chuckled:
"Brother Jun, you just promised me that after we go back, we'd have a good fight."
Wang Jianjun nodded helplessly.
Mo Chiu-Nam looked at the two as if they were monsters.
What the hell are these guys?
Fighting with these killing machines, and they're still so happy?
They must be crazy!
Can't afford to provoke them, can't afford to provoke them!
Mo Chiu-Nam wisely reined in his aura, not daring to provoke the two again.
Wang Jianjun ordered:
"Drag these four guys into the car."
Mo Chiu-Nam quickly said:
"Chicken has already arranged it."
"We don't need to worry about these things."
Wang Jianjun gave him another look, which made Mo Chiu-Nam's scalp tingle:
"The boss's instructions cannot have any mistakes."
"We'll go together."
Mo Chiu-Nam could only nod in agreement, not daring to resist in the slightest.
So, the three of them watched as the gang of younger brothers sent by Chicken dragged the bodies of the Vietnamese Three Brothers and Brother Shan to the seaside, threw them onto a pile of firewood, doused them with gasoline, and burned them to ashes.
Then, seawater was brought in to wash everything clean.
Wang Jianjun nodded in satisfaction before bidding farewell to everyone.
Mo Chiu-Nam returned to Liang Kun's side, looking dejected, and the latter asked:
"Things didn't go smoothly?"
Mo Chiu-Nam shook his head:
"It went very smoothly."
Liang Kun was very surprised:
"Then why do you look like that?"
Mo Chiu-Nam sighed:
"Where did Brother Feng find these two guys?"
"These two don't look like they're from the Triad."
Liang Kun asked, puzzled:
"Don't look like they're from the Triad?"
Mo Chiu-Nam whispered:
"Their moves are clean and decisive, every strike aimed at a vital point."
"They don't fight to establish dominance; absolutely not."
"They strike to kill."
"They are much more ruthless than any knife-wielder I've ever seen."
Mo Chiu-Nam didn't hide anything from Liang Kun, recounting everything he had witnessed, even the embarrassing parts, which showed his excellent professional ethics.
"Those two guys are terrifying. I'm really glad they're on your side, Boss."
Liang Kun immediately became excited:
"Ah Wu, you're always asking for more money."
"Now you know what a true master is, don't you?"
Mo Chiu-Nam immediately said:
"Boss, you didn't tell me beforehand that Wang Jianjun was so formidable. He scared me half to death. I deserve more money."
Liang Kun roared:
"Go to sleep!"
Lok Tin-hung and Wang Jianjun said goodbye to the people in Mong Kok and returned to Li Fu's villa in Mid-Levels. Blue-haired Kid called Lin Feng and quickly recounted what happened.
The other party replied:
"Understood."
Blue-haired Kid looked at the disconnected phone in his hand, very puzzled:
"Huh, why do I hear someone crying?"
Wang Jianjun and Wang Jianguo both ignored him.
Lok Tin-hung, being a good student who takes things seriously, couldn't help but ask:
"Brother Jun, Brother Jianguo, someone is crying at the Boss's house."
Wang Jianjun sighed and asked Wang Jianguo:
"You're always with the Boss and have a wide network. Do you know any clean establishments where we can throw this kid tomorrow?"
Wang Jianguo thought for a moment and said:
"Why not just ask Chicken? He's into that kind of thing, so he should have some clean places."
Lok Tin-hung asked them warily:
"What are you trying to do to me?"
Wang Jianjun said irritably:
"You little brat, you haven't even fully grown yet. Remember that you didn't hear anything tonight."
Lok Tin-hung was unconvinced and retorted, sticking out his neck:
"I heard it, I really heard it! There was clearly a woman crying at the Boss's place."
Wang Jianjun took a deep breath and beckoned to him:
"Come, come, come..."
Lok Tin-hung asked blankly:
"Where are we going?"
Wang Jianjun said, exasperated:
"Didn't you want to spar with me?"
"Are you coming or not?"
Lok Tin-hung was overjoyed:
"I'm coming right now."
Wang Jianjun chuckled:
"I'll teach you a good set of kung fu in a bit."
Lok Tin-hung became even more excited.
Wang Jianguo was secretly speechless. Big Brother was trying to make Tin Hung unable to get out of bed tomorrow.
However, this was for the kid's own good. If he really said something embarrassing in front of the Boss, would the Boss let him off?
The sound of a woman crying at Lin Feng's home echoed until three in the morning.
Looking at Fang Ting, who was sound asleep in bed, Lin Feng secretly shook his head:
"I absolutely cannot do it tomorrow. If I do it again, she'll really be broken."
Feeling a slight dissatisfaction, he dialed someone's number.
Wong Bing-Yiu was suddenly jolted awake from his dream. He picked up his phone, about to curse, when he suddenly realized it was Lin Feng calling:
"Mr. Lin, no matter what it is, you don't need to call me now, do you?"
"Can't you call tomorrow morning?"
Chief Huang's words were filled with resentment. Three o'clock! Three in the morning! Your call almost gave me a heart attack.
Lin Feng mocked:
"I'm a Young and Dangerous. What respectable Young and Dangerous wakes up before noon?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was angry but dared not speak. You're a Young and Dangerous, and you're still making excuses?
"I just heard that the Vietnamese Three Brothers and that damn Brother Shan have been fed to the fish."
"I figured you'd be interested in this news, so I'm telling you."
The call ended.
Wong Bing-Yiu stared blankly at his phone. Wouldn't it have been the same if he told me this news tomorrow?
Suddenly, he was startled awake. What? The Vietnamese Three Brothers and Brother Shan were fed to the fish?
Fed to the fish, my foot! They were killed and thrown into the sea, weren't they?
One hundred percent, Mr. Lin took care of them.
Wong Bing-Yiu was filled with mixed emotions. Lin Feng's attitude towards drug dealers was well-known in Hong Kong.
The Vietnamese Three Brothers had not yet compensated for the damages to Night Paris.
It was perfectly logical for Lin Feng to take them out.
It's just... why does it feel like a dark judge?
No wonder Lin Feng complained about the Police Force's inefficiency... [Ding, today's intelligence system refresh.]
[Politics (Purple): George of the Police Force's Political Department is very interested in the Triad distribution in Hong Kong. He plans to discuss related matters with the Commissioner of the ICAC.]
[Economy (Purple): Sir Li has contacted many councilors and is accelerating the promotion of the Sham Shui Po expansion project.]
[Crime (Purple): The Big Circle Gang, led by a member nicknamed 'Doctor', has targeted the tsar jewelry on display in Hong Kong, valued at 30 million US dollars.]
Lin Feng had already confirmed that he was just unlucky with draws.
If Fang Ting hadn't been by his side, he probably would have gotten three white ones again.
The three purple messages left him a bit speechless.
These three messages were each more useful than the last.
Lin Feng thought for a moment, then immediately pulled out his phone again and dialed someone's number.
Wong Bing-Yiu had just fallen asleep and was in a daze when the ringing suddenly started, nearly giving him a heart attack.
He picked up his phone angrily, then froze, realizing it was Lin Feng calling again:
"Mr. Lin... wasn't the previous matter finished?"
Chief Huang's tone was as resentful as it could be.
"You hung up too quickly just now; I hadn't finished speaking."
Lin Feng lied through his teeth.
Chief Huang nearly died of anger. Did he hang up first?
You clearly hung up first, didn't you?
Is this a case of the wicked filing the first complaint and making a false accusation?
Wong Bing-Yiu wanted to get angry, but the person on the other end was Lin Feng, so he really didn't dare to get angry:
"Mr. Lin, what did you forget to say just now?"
Lin Feng said directly:
"I want one million for this information."
Wong Bing-Yiu's internal alarm bells went off, and he quickly pleaded poverty:
"Mr. Lin, I'm just a small Superintendent. Where would I get money?"
Lin Feng chuckled:
"I'm not doing business with you; I'm doing business with West Kowloon Police Headquarters."
"If you don't have money, then forget it."
"Good morning."
Wong Bing-Yiu quickly said:
"No, no, no... We have money, we have money!"
West Kowloon Police Headquarters was indeed very rich these days.
They had just solved the big case of The Ni Family, and the higher-ups were particularly happy, so the allocations were prompt. Many pending funds were released with this favorable wind.
West Kowloon Police Headquarters could be said to be very wealthy.
Lin Feng snorted:
"Chief Huang, you've received quite a bit of intelligence from me."
"When have you ever seen me try to fool people with other information?"
Wong Bing-Yiu smiled bitterly:
"I really haven't!"
Lin Feng was too lazy to argue:
"Listen carefully. The group led by 'Doctor' has already targeted the tsar jewelry, valued at 30 million US dollars, currently on display in Hong Kong..."
"Remember to send me the money tomorrow."
Wong Bing-Yiu's eyes widened:
"Just one sentence, and you want one million from me?"
"Also, who is that damn 'Doctor'?"
Lin Feng mocked:
"If you don't know who 'Doctor' is, then you shouldn't be the Police Station chief."
Bang!
He hung up the phone.
Lin Feng stretched, took a cool shower, and went straight to bed, embracing his wife to meet the Duke of Zhou (sleep).
On the other side, Wong Bing-Yiu couldn't sleep.
Despite Wong Bing-Yiu's verbal disdain, he took Lin Feng's words extremely seriously.
'Doctor' had his eyes on the 30 million dollar tsar jewelry?
Just that one sentence told him the importance of the matter.
A simple conversion: wouldn't that tsar jewelry be worth over 200 million hong kong dollars?
A massive case!
"This Mr. Lin, calling me at three or four in the morning, clearly doesn't want me to sleep."
'Doctor', Chief Huang really had no impression of that name. He hadn't been a front-line detective for a long time; why would he be involved in specific cases?
He waited and waited, finally enduring until nine o'clock, when Wong Bing-Yiu directly dragged Chan Yan-kin into his office:
"Who is 'Doctor'?"
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Chapter 114: Fatty Huang Sells Information (Part 1)
"Chief, where did you hear about Doctor?"
Chan Yan-kin was greatly surprised and immediately asked back.
"This Doctor is a dangerous criminal?" Wong Bing-Yiu was very puzzled.
Chan Yan-kin's expression was particularly solemn:
"He's not just a dangerous criminal."
"This guy is part of a Big Circle Gang faction, specializing in murder cases. Robbery and extortion are his main modus operandi."
"According to the information our O-Unit has, in recent years, there have been as many as twenty-three cases confirmed to have been committed by Doctor's gang."
Wong Bing-Yiu frowned and said:
"How come I've never heard this name?"
Chan Yan-kin whispered:
"These people almost never leave survivors, and their actions are often incredibly bloody... We've implemented news censorship measures."
Wong Bing-Yiu immediately said:
"I've received word that Doctor has already set his sights on the tsar jewelry currently on display in Hong Kong."
Chan Yan-kin thought for a moment and said:
"Highly possible. Recent reports, besides the Chung Ching Society delisting case, are all about the tsar jewelry. It's estimated to be worth up to thirty million US dollars."
"If Doctor's gang succeeds, these guys could probably retire on the spot."
Wong Bing-Yiu said angrily:
"No matter what, you have to find these bastards for me."
Otherwise, wouldn't I have disturbed my good sleep for nothing? And it even cost me a million in informant fees.
Chan Yan-kin was a bit troubled.
Wong Bing-Yiu glared at him:
"You're an O-Unit officer, specializing in dealing with these criminals. Are you scared?"
Chan Yan-kin shook his head:
"I'm not scared."
"The key issue is... the Grand Hyatt Hotel, where the tsar jewelry is on display, hasn't opened yet. Most importantly, that hotel isn't in our jurisdiction, but in the Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters."
Chan Yan-kin shrugged:
"We are the West Kowloon Regional Headquarters. If we insist on getting involved in this case, that would be stepping out of line."
"Chief, it will be very difficult for us."
"And most importantly, it will be very difficult for you too."
Wong Bing-Yiu was surprised:
"The tsar jewelry is on display in the Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters?"
Chan Yan-kin didn't see any problem with this:
"That's the city center. Most wealthy people are there, and the government's administrative agencies are also there. There are many important figures."
"If I were the exhibitor, I would also exhibit there."
Wong Bing-Yiu felt a pang of heartache, waving his hand to dismiss Chan Yan-kin.
"My one million hong kong dollar!"
If I had known this thing wasn't going to be exhibited in my jurisdiction, why bother?
Wong Bing-Yiu could only think these words to himself.
He would absolutely never say them out loud. If he really told Lin Feng this, the latter would definitely chew him out, and then he wouldn't be able to get any information from him again.
"Am I going to be a good Samaritan and just give the information I paid a hefty price for to Old Lin for free?"
"Even a prodigal son wouldn't do that."
"Wait... I can sell this information to Old Lin!"
Without further ado, Wong Bing-Yiu immediately called Chief Lin of the Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters.
"Fatty Huang, why are you calling me?"
Wong Bing-Yiu's mouth twitched slightly. What's wrong with being fat? Is being fat against the law? Am I eating your family's rice?
"Old Lin, I have a piece of news to sell you, a flat price of two million!"
Wong Bing-Yiu was determined. Just because of the nickname "Fatty Huang," he had to earn the money back.
Chief Lin sneered:
"Do you think I'm stupid, buying a piece of news from you for two million?"
Wong Bing-Yiu chuckled: "Not buying?"
Chief Lin answered very directly:
"No buying!"
Wong Bing-Yiu immediately hung up the phone.
He even had the leisure to brew himself a cup of tea, pull out his 'love gun' (a metaphor for something he likes to scratch), and slowly scratch.
His mouth wasn't idle either:
"5, 4, 3, 2..."
Ding-a-ling, the phone rang.
Wong Bing-Yiu continued counting:
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."
After counting five, he slowly picked up the phone:
"Hello, this is Wong Bing-Yiu!"
As expected, it was Chief Lin's voice on the other end:
"Fatty Huang, you win. Your information better be worth two million, otherwise, I won't let you off."
Wong Bing-Yiu chuckled:
"Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?"
"Send someone to deliver the two million cheque later."
"My informant fees are very expensive."
Chief Lin snorted:
"Come on, you're always good at making promises. You'd spend two million on informant fees for a piece of news?"
"I don't believe it!"
Wong Bing-Yiu secretly thought, you really know me.
"Alright, I won't joke around with you anymore, there's really important news."
"I've received word that Doctor has set his sights on the tsar jewelry currently on display at Hotel Conrade."
Chief Lin was surprised:
"And then?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was confused:
"What 'and then'?"
Chief Lin was furious:
"You want two million for just one sentence?"
Wong Bing-Yiu sneered:
"Otherwise?"
Chief Lin wished he could strangle him:
"Is this Doctor made of gold? So expensive?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said with a serious expression:
"I don't know if Doctor is made of gold, but I do know that the number of lives on his hands is approaching three digits."
Chief Lin was instantly silenced by this statement.
"If the information is accurate, I'll give you two million."
"If it's not accurate, Fatty, I'm not done with you!"
How could the information Lin Feng provided be inaccurate?
Wong Bing-Yiu wasn't worried at all, but he suddenly got a headache — he still had to deliver money to Lin Feng tonight!
Thinking of this, he felt even itchier.
Chief Lin immediately called Chief Inspector Uncle Biao:
"When was the last case Doctor committed?"
Uncle Biao knew much more clearly than Wong Bing-Yiu:
"Three years ago."
"This guy kidnapped an international primary school bus and extorted millions in ransom."
"After the ransom was paid, he didn't intend to release the people and directly detonated the bomb."
"All twenty-five children and one teacher on that bus died."
"No survivors were left!"
Bang!
The refined Chief Lin slammed his hand on the table:
"So, Fatty Huang wasn't lying when he said Doctor and his gang have three-digit lives on their hands?"
Uncle Biao nodded:
"He wouldn't be talking nonsense."
"I feel that Chief Huang even understated it. The lives on Doctor's hands have long exceeded three digits."
"However, although this guy is cruel and cunning in his actions, and he's cold-blooded and ruthless, his gang's discipline is extremely strong."
"Let alone catching them, we don't even know what Doctor looks like or who is in his gang."
"For us, Doctor's gang is equivalent to non-existent people."
"It's really difficult for us to plan actions against him."
Uncle Biao asked curiously:
"Chief, where did you get information about Doctor?"
Chief Lin sighed:
"Information from Fatty Huang's informant. He asked for two million for just one sentence."
Uncle Biao was shocked:
"You can't give it to him, Chief!"
"Chan Ka-Kui damaged several vehicles worth four hundred thousand while catching a thief in a busy market. We have to compensate the owners."
"If those two million are given to Chief Huang, our operating budget won't be enough!"
Chief Lin's face turned dark:
"Ka-Kui damaged vehicles again?"
Uncle Biao quickly spoke up for Ka-Kui:
"Those criminals were dangerous and cunning, and they deliberately ran into crowds. Ka-Kui had no choice, he couldn't just let them escape, could he?"
Chief Lin glared at him exasperatedly:
"I know what you're thinking."
"Don't think about anything else."
"Ka-Kui still needs to be protected... but can you persuade him not to damage vehicles all the time? Our Hong Kong Island Police Headquarters has money, but even with all that money, we'll go broke if he keeps wasting it like this!"
Uncle Biao nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Chan Ka-Kui and Li Ying from Hong Kong Island, Yuen Ho-Wan from West Kowloon... every police district always has one or two individuals who are like desperate fighters.
Take Yuen Ho-Wan, for example. He charges through a hail of bullets as if no one is there, daring to risk his life and willing to do so.
No matter how dangerous the criminal, he dares to face them directly.
Without even batting an eyelid.
Of course, the damage caused is also immense.
After all, this guy advocates violent aesthetics. Every time there's a shootout with criminals, Wong Bing-Yiu has to compensate people a lot of money.
If bystanders are accidentally injured, the compensation is even higher.
Although Wong Bing-Yiu scolded him again and again, he still had to protect him when necessary.
Solving cases depended on them; others simply couldn't do it.
Chan Ka-Kui was the same. This guy, as the "vehicle killer," was famous among brother units, but there was no helping it; he had to be protected.
Many criminals were waiting for him to risk his life to pursue and kill them!
Chief Lin spoke like this out of genuine helplessness.
Among the several police districts, the Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters was considered wealthy. Hong Kong Island itself was the city center, the base for the government and major enterprises, with many office buildings and an abundance of wealthy people.
The public security situation here is still acceptable, and the Chiefs would never hold them back on this, so logically, life should be pretty good.
But the criminals who dare to commit crimes in the Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters are not petty criminals; they are all major offenders.
Things like drug trafficking, counterfeit money, robbery, and extortion... Just like a while ago, even though the Police Force's plainclothes unit already knew that someone was going to target Tycoon's eldest son, and even though the Police Force had informed them, something still happened.
Against such criminals, only Chan Ka-Kui and his team can be useful.
If not them, then who?
Uncle Biao asked:
"Chief, what news does Chief Huang have?"
Chief Lin sighed:
"Fatty Huang said that the tsar jewelry currently on exhibition at the Grand Hyatt Hotel has been targeted by the Doctor's gang."
Uncle Biao was greatly alarmed:
"The exhibition on the top floor of the Grand Hyatt Hotel?"
Chief Lin looked at him in surprise:
"Uncle Biao, why are you so nervous?"
Uncle Biao said with a bitter smile:
"I can't not be nervous."
"Chief, do you know that the reason that exhibition was chosen for Hotel Conrade was originally a big gimmick?"
"This is to build momentum for Hotel Conrade's opening."
"The total value of the jewelry is as high as 30 million US dollars, and tickets are by invitation only; only celebrities from all over Hong Kong can attend."
"It is said that a hundred celebrities from all over Hong Kong have been invited."
Chief Lin's body swayed slightly. If something were to happen, the Hong Kong Government police would lose face completely.
"Fatty Huang isn't tricking me, is he?"
Uncle Biao, however, said:
"No!"
Chief Lin asked, puzzled:
"Why?"
Uncle Biao's expression was solemn:
"This is very consistent with the Doctor's gang's criminal modus operandi."
Chief Lin asked, puzzled:
"I heard that those royal jewels are very strictly guarded."
Uncle Biao nodded in agreement:
"Absolutely correct!"
"Those three pieces of jewelry are covered by three bulletproof glass cases, and they are computer-controlled. If not forcibly opened with a password, there's also a self-destruct device installed internally."
Chief Lin folded his arms and pondered:
"Then no matter how you look at it, the chances of success are very low, aren't they?"
Uncle Biao said with a bitter smile:
"The value of this case is too great, 30 million US dollars, which is two hundred million in hong kong dollars."
"After the Doctor's gang finishes this job, they won't need to do anything else."
"They can retire directly!"
Chief Lin nodded slowly:
"That's right."
Uncle Biao added:
"I don't know why the Doctor chose such heavily guarded jewelry, but based on their past methods, they wouldn't leave any traces."
"That means they must be confident in succeeding."
Chief Lin agreed:
"I concur with your judgment."
Uncle Biao finally said:
"These hundred celebrities, seemingly numerous and diverse, but... don't you think they are the best hostages?"
Chief Lin was startled and moved:
"What did you say?"
Uncle Biao said with a bitter smile:
"I'm considering things from a criminal's perspective."
"Think about it, if things go smoothly, and the Doctor steals the jewelry without anyone knowing, then perhaps nothing will happen."
"But what if... I mean, what if... what if things don't go smoothly? The theft could turn into an open robbery. A hundred Hong Kong celebrities, the government couldn't bear the pressure."
"Those people are his best hostages!"
"I've studied the Doctor's methods and found their thinking to be surprisingly meticulous."
"The fault tolerance is quite high."
"Those hundred celebrities are not only the Doctor's gang's best cover, but also their fallback plan."
"Who would dare to ignore a hundred celebrities?"
After a slight pause, Uncle Biao's face turned ugly,
"The most, most important thing is..."
"Among those hundred celebrities, there are also three pairs of foreign envoys and their spouses."
Chief Lin cursed out loud.
This was a release of tension.
Diplomacy is no small matter; if something truly happened, then the Hong Kong police would be disgraced internationally.
Those plainclothes units would have spread the news of what happened at the Conrade throughout the world within half an hour.
Chief Lin seemed to see that scene!
No!
That scene must never happen.
Absolutely not.
Chief Lin said to Uncle Biao:
"This matter is up to you."
"Let Ka-Kui get involved. As long as the hostages are safe, even if he wrecks ten vehicles, I'll accept it!"
Uncle Biao opened his mouth, then loudly said:
"Yes, sir!"
After Uncle Biao left, Chief Lin slammed his fist hard on the table:
"Doctor!"
Chief Lin adjusted his glasses, thought for a moment, and then called Wong Bing-Yiu again:
"Fatty Huang, thank you for this matter."
"I'll send you the check later."
"However, do you have any more detailed information?"
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed:
"Old Lin, the fact that I have this information already shows how resourceful I am. I'm sorry, but I really don't have any extra information."
Chief Lin nodded. Although it was as expected, there was still a slight disappointment; this didn't align with his expectations.
Wong Bing-Yiu thought to himself, Mr. Lin might have new information; should he go and ask?
He checked the time and wisely dismissed this terrible idea.
Just kidding, if he angered Mr. Lin and he got out of bed on the wrong side, it would be trouble for him.
Forget it, forget it, he'd wait until the evening to discuss it.
Lin Feng slept until he woke up naturally. Opening his eyes, he saw a pair of big eyes staring at him unblinkingly:
"You woke up a long time ago?"
Fang Ting smiled foolishly.
Lin Feng patted her back:
"Why wait for me? Aren't you going to transfer Xiao Min to a new school today?"
Fang Ting chuckled:
"I told Sister Min yesterday, and Sister Min said it's fine to go in the afternoon."
Lin Feng nodded:
"She knows my routine."
"Alright, let's get up."
Fang Ting spread her arms, and Lin Feng picked her up in one swoop. She clung to him like a koala.
Lin Feng didn't mind, letting her hang there. A hundred pounds wasn't actually heavy.
When women are sober, their weight is never heavy.
What's most terrifying is after they get drunk; then they're overweight, making you wonder if that hundred-pound body generates two hundred pounds of force.
As the two were brushing each other's teeth, they suddenly heard a voice:
"Oh, how sweet, I'm so envious!"
Fang Ting looked back and immediately blushed deeply, burying her head in Lin Feng's body.
It was her good friend, Lok Wai-Jan.
Lin Feng asked curiously:
"Aren't you at work?"
"Why did you come over?"
Lok Wai-Jan giggled:
"I came to visit the warrior."
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow:
"Warrior?"
Lok Wai-Jan clicked her tongue:
"Tingting, I didn't expect you to be so brave. None of our other sisters dare to stay alone with Ah Feng."
Fang Ting poked her head out, blushing:
"I... I work one day and rest one day!"
Lok Wai-Jan gave a thumbs-up. This was truly brave.
Fang Ting quickly got off Lin Feng. On the dining table, Lok Wai-Jan had already brought them "breakfast."
"Tingting, our family gathering is in half a month."
"I need to tell you about this in advance."
"At that time, no matter what we have planned, we all have to cancel."
Fang Ting was stunned:
"Family gathering?"
Lok Wai-Jan nodded:
"Yes, our family's gathering. You're a newcomer and don't quite understand, so I'm telling you about it."
"At that time, our second sister, who manages the company in our Mainland, will also come back."
"Our third sister in Taiwan, our fifth sister in Okamoto, and our sixth sister in America will all come back as well."
Fang Ting's mouth dropped open:
"Ah?"
Lok Wai-Jan asked, puzzled:
"Ah what?"
Fang Ting said in surprise:
"There are foreigners too?"
Lok Wai-Jan shrugged:
"Yes!"
Fang Ting became interested:
"Don't they advocate monogamy? Will they also accept our marriage system?"
Lok Wai-Jan pouted:
"Who can resist Ah Feng's charm!"
"Even for us, would we be willing to share Ah Feng with others?"
"Who can resist his great charm and strong abilities?"
"What else can we do?"
Fang Ting was silent.
Before, she would never have dared to imagine marrying a man with other women.
No matter how capable he was, it wouldn't work.
Now... "Since we've become a family, our relationship should naturally be closer, but everyone has their own careers, so we're spread out across the world."
"No matter what, we have to meet once a month."
"In half a month, it will be time for this month's gathering."