Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 385, Section 161: Giving Up in the End
(Thanks to Wardrobe Guest, Bald Song, for his support. Wishing him unparalleled success in the world of Wardrobe!)

Even when he was arrested, Boxing King Sheng remained unfazed. But when he heard the cops protecting his mother and grandmother, his face turned ashen, and he shouted, "You bastard, you fucking messed with me!"

"Of course I'm going to mess with you! Do you think I'm playing house with you?!"

"Look closely. Your boss definitely doesn't believe you anymore, and we've driven away the triad lawyer. You have no other choice but to cooperate."

Ding Gou smugly took out a cigarette from the table, put it in his mouth, and looked at the dilapidated water room and its shabby base in front of him.

If other underworld bosses were in trouble, the police wouldn't be too quick to kick them while they're down. After all, their henchmen are all out there, and it's absolutely impossible for them to stand up for their bosses and take down the officers who are making things difficult for them.

But these thugs will still smash your windows, throw feces on your door, and splash paint on your walls—things that harm others without benefiting themselves. The cost is low, but the returns are amazing. The brothers in the underworld will praise you for being loyal and a true brother who would risk his life for you!
But the boxing champion Sheng is different. This bastard is too arrogant. Shenxian Jin, as the head of the gang, dares to drive a Mercedes-Benz. This bastard, who is just a gang leader, dares to drive a Porsche.

He is usually very arrogant and doesn't give his subordinates any face.

Now that this loser is down on his luck, if we don't take him down, who will we take down?
The boxing champion's face turned ashen, but he was like a dragon in shallow water, mocked by shrimp, or a tiger fallen to the plains, bullied by dogs.

A cat that has achieved its ambitions is more powerful than a tiger, while a phoenix that has lost its feathers is no better than a chicken!
If he were to return to the mountains like a tiger, he would surely wreak havoc on half the world; if he were to gain access to the waters like a dragon, he would surely cause the Yangtze River to flow backward.

However, as the famous dream interpreter from Northeast China, Brother Biao, once said, time cannot be turned back, and spilled water cannot be recovered. Boxing champion Sheng must consider his future.

Now the cops are clearly targeting me, using every underhanded tactic imaginable. Ding Gou also revealed an important piece of information: Nine-Tailed Fox has been captured, and the professor sent men to kill her, but they failed.

The professor knows that Nine-Tailed Fox has been arrested, and Song Sheng must also know that he has been arrested by the police. What will he do?
Get yourself out of here?!

Do not make jokes!
Thinking this, the boxing champion smiled wryly—a self-deprecating laugh! He was being far too naive!
Song Sheng is not Jesus; he cannot make his words come true. In normal society, his power is both great and small.

Since there's no way to get myself out, there's only one option left: kill myself.

Boxing champion Sheng doesn't want to die yet, but if he doesn't want to die, he has to save himself and fight for a way out, a glimmer of hope!
"It's not safe here. There's a mole in your Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, Mr. Song!"

There was no time to hesitate, so the boxing champion immediately spoke up, telling Ding Gou that there were corrupt cops within the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau.

"I knew there was a mole all along!"

If it weren't for his men watching over him, Ding Gou would have jumped up long ago. He had investigated for a long time but had no clue. He thought that his sixth sense was wrong and that he shouldn't have suspected Liang Tianzai.

But the boxing champion's words proved that his previous guesses were all true!
Crab, standing in the observation room, looked extremely grim. Boxing champion Sheng, that loser, couldn't hold on any longer and sold out Song Sheng in the very first round! He truly let Song Sheng down!
"Start recording, I'm going to report to Inspector Guo!"

The interrogation room at headquarters was very busy today, as a large number of key criminals had been apprehended and needed to be examined one by one.

Guo Guohao went to report directly to the top leader. After all, this involved foreigners, and the top leader had to take it seriously. He even heard that an intelligence analysis meeting had been held on the top floor for an hour.

The Chief Secretary, the Secretary for Justice, and other prominent figures from headquarters were all having a meeting on the top floor. Guo Guohao had previously instructed them to notify him of any unusual developments.

Now that we know there are black people inside the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), this is a very serious matter and must be reported immediately.

Thinking of this, Crab sneered. It was indeed a ridiculous thing that an inside man would report that there was a mole among the workers.

"Brother Crab, you look terrible, are you alright?"

The evidence team member in charge of recording noticed that the crab looked very unwell and asked him about it with concern.

The crab shook its head to indicate it was okay, but still pretended to cough twice: "Cough cough. I caught a cold recently due to the cold weather! It's nothing, I've already gotten the medicine, I'll be fine after I drink it!"

"You stay here and keep watch, I'll go report!"

After saying that, the crab walked out of the observation room and took the elevator to the top floor.

Security measures on the top floor are very strict, and are handled by the Political Department, which reports directly to the Deputy Commissioner of Police in charge of personnel, finance, politics, and counter-terrorism.

The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) is under the Operations Department. Although it is not under the Financial Secretary's jurisdiction, when they arrive at the top floor, they also need to hand over their guns and undergo inspection.

Crab first went through the X-ray security gate, then handed his gun to the political department staff, and signed his name on the entry and exit form before being allowed to enter the top floor.

The secretary on duty outside the meeting room quickly got up, went to the crab's side, and asked what had happened.

When the secretary on duty learned that it was just a matter of sending in a note, she agreed and handed the crab a sticky note to write on.

The crab quickly wrote a line, signed its name, folded the book in half, and handed it to the secretary on duty.

The secretary on duty, holding a note and carrying a prepared kettle of water, walked in openly and honestly.

The crab leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and waited for a reply while puffing out smoke.

Guo Guohao, who walked out with the secretary on duty, strode up to the crab.

Why is that?

Upon hearing Guo Guohao's question, Crab quickly took the cigarette he had just taken a couple of puffs from his mouth and said with a wry smile, "I don't know either. Boxing King Sheng just told me that this loser needs to be talked to somewhere safe."

"Brother Ding is interrogating someone, I'm here to inform you, Officer Guo."

"well done!"

"Have a cigarette."

Guo Guohao liked his observant subordinates. He asked Crab for a cigarette, lit it with Crab's lighter, took a few puffs, and then made up his mind: "Keep it a secret for now. Take Boxing King Sheng to the first-class cell in the Political Department, and treat him the same as Nine-Tailed Fox."

“Song Sheng! I’ve heard that name several times recently. He seems to be a formidable opponent.”

“From now on, the interrogation of Boxing Champion Sheng must be done by four people together. I will request the Ministry of Internal Affairs to intervene. Guns and pens are not allowed.”

"They're still waiting for me inside, I'll go in first."

After a quick arrangement, Guo Guohao threw the cigarette butt onto the carpet and then stomped it out.

"Yes, sir!"

The crab immediately stood up straight and saluted, indicating that it had received the order.

"You look terrible! Is something wrong with your health?"

Guo Guohao, who was about to leave, noticed that Crab looked very unwell and asked him a question out of concern.

"Just a cold! It's nothing more than a minor cold!"

Crab lied awkwardly; he couldn't bring himself to admit that he was the mole and was feeling a bit nervous.

"Hang in there! I'll give you two days off after the operation is over, then you can get some rest."

After patting the crab on the shoulder twice, Guo Guohao walked back into the conference room.

The crab picked up the cigarette butt from the ground, casually threw it into the trash can, retrieved its lion-like nose, and took the elevator downstairs.

Instead of returning to the interrogation room, he left the headquarters building and went to the tea restaurant on the street corner to buy a cup of bubble tea.

"Uncle Ke, four cups of milk tea to go, and one serving of curry fish balls, please. Can I use the phone for a moment?"

Crab quickly placed the order, slapped a picture of a red snapper on the counter, picked up the phone, dialed a number, and hung up immediately after the phone rang three times.

One ring means nothing's wrong, two rings mean it's settled, but three rings mean something serious has happened. He stood by the telephone, waiting for the call to be returned.

Half a minute later, the landline rang. He quickly grabbed the receiver: "Hello! Who is this?" "Is this Eight-Legged Boy?"

The voice coming from the microphone was androgynous, but it was Song Sheng's signature voice.

Hearing Song Sheng's disguised voice, Crab felt a little relieved and quickly replied, "Sir, Ah Sheng has already confessed everything!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the microphone before a voice slowly came through: "When it's going to rain, it's going to rain; when a mother wants to remarry, she wants to remarry; everyone has to take care of themselves."

“There aren’t many people I can trust, but you, Bajiaozai, are one of them. Your gambling debts have been cleared, and someone will deliver plane tickets and passports to your house. They’ve all been bought in advance.”

"Your wife and children will go to Paris. I've deposited a large sum of money in their accounts, enough for them to live on for the rest of their lives. That'll settle things with Ah Sheng, that's all!"

"toot toot"

Crab looked at A-zai, then at the group of internal affairs department colleagues behind A-zai, and didn't say anything, just put down the phone.

"Crab, we're all brothers, let's not make things too unpleasant. Someone has already gone to your house. Your sister-in-law and sister are protected, so don't worry. We won't alert them. We only want to capture Song Sheng's men."

A quickly walked to the crab's side, reached out and grabbed the crab's hand that was reaching for the holster. The internal affairs officers behind him immediately stepped forward, took the lion's nose out of the crab's holster, opened the drum magazine, and poured all the bullets into the evidence bag.

This was a trap, but it was uncertain who would fall into it. After arresting people, A-Zai and the hunting dogs from the Internal Affairs Department were all keeping an eye on everyone in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau. They just didn't expect that the one who would end up in the trap would be Crab.

Crab had been A-Zai's partner for a long time. A-Zai sighed, put the handcuffs on Crab's wrists, and whispered, "You have to think about resisting. The family rules are stricter than before."

"Confess everything you know. Today, many people from the CID and Narcotics Bureau were taken away by the Internal Affairs Department. If you don't talk, others will. You're a cop; do you know how difficult your life will be once you're in jail?"

"Only by being transferred to a tainted witness can you possibly go to another island prison in Zujia."

As brothers, that was all A could say. He handed the handcuff key to the internal affairs department and turned to leave.

"Officer: 112036, Ting Hai-Fung, you are suspected of professional crime and are now being arrested in accordance with the law. Your every word will be examined by the Internal Affairs Committee. If you refuse to cooperate, we will transfer you to the Department of Justice."

"Please come with us!"

An internal affairs agent presented the crab with an investigation order from the Ministry of the Interior, had him sign it, then put a black hood over the crab's head and took him out of the tea restaurant.

The tea restaurant owner stared blankly at the packaged bubble tea and the change in his hand. After a few seconds, realizing that this regular customer would never come back, he put the change into the cash register.

As for these four cups of bubble tea, they'll be given to new customers. One cup of bubble tea, two times the profit—it's so exciting!

Guo Guohao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the rooftop conference room, looking down at the empty sports field, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?"

Jack Qiang, the head of the internal affairs department, walked up to Guo Guohao and curiously followed Guo Guohao's gaze downwards, only to find that there was nothing below.

"It's nothing, Inspector Qiang! I was checking how many big fish have been caught!" Guo Guohao withdrew his gaze and sighed with a hint of regret.

Do you need me to tell you the specific number?

“Just now, one of your men was arrested. He was a high-ranking officer. You should know that there are less than four thousand inspector-level officers in all of Hong Kong. Five people were arrested at once.”

“CID, O-Division, Narcotics Bureau, Criminal Intelligence Bureau, none were spared! There was even one of the foreigners you mentioned.”

“I will write a report and send it to the First Brother’s desk. You should think about how you will explain this when Shapison comes back!”

Jack Qiang is a foreigner, but he never shies away from the word. He has lived in Hong Kong for fifteen years, and Hong Kong is his second hometown. He has even brought his whole family to Hong Kong and has no plans to return to his ancestral home.

The pleasant climate of Hong Kong's three islands is a hundred times better than the cold and damp British Isles. While I still have some power and can still direct the police fund, I can acquire a piece of land, build a three- to five-story villa, and that will be enough for my whole family to live comfortably for the rest of our lives.

Furthermore, Jack Qiang's son and daughter are both studying law and preparing to graduate from church university so they can enter Wong Chuk Hang and become proud cops. If his son or daughter does well in their studies and gets their lawyer's license, they can start a law firm, and the whole family will become rich.

This is much better than going back to my ancestral home, living in a cold, dilapidated stone house in the Scottish Highlands, burning firewood, drinking unpalatable kerosene whiskey, and waiting for the postman to deliver my retirement pension of a few hundred pounds.

Stop it!
While we can't abandon our family identity, we should shift our focus in Hong Kong from now on, as that's where we can make our fortune.

So, dealing with the traitors and crooks within the police station was his job; he wanted to wipe out these parasites who never paid their dues!
"This is a good thing! Those who lose their status due to job-related crimes do not receive a pension. Take the probationary inspector as an example. He can retire at the age of 55 and receive a one-time pension of HK$300,000, plus HK$2,000 every month."

"If Shapison knew that five more fools had given up applying for retirement benefits from the Policeman's Fund, he would be grinning from ear to ear."

Guo Guohao sneered. He knew perfectly well what the big bosses above were thinking.

In fact, there are many qualified people promoted every year. There are less than 5,000 inspectors, but there are 30,000 to 40,000 plainclothes officers and uniformed officers below them. Add to that the correctional system, the marine police, and the Flying Tigers, and there are a total of 60,000 to 70,000 people waiting to climb up the ranks.

However, there are only a dozen or so promotion slots available each year. Even if you pass the exam and accumulate enough commendations, you still have to wait for a position. A few are dismissed by the higher-ups, and a few of you are promoted. This is even more difficult than taking the imperial examination in the Qing Dynasty!
Inside the police station, those who were promoted with a letter of recommendation from their superiors were called "Juren" (举人), while those who took the exam without a letter of recommendation were called "Xiucai" (秀才).

Wong Chuk Hang is a training ground where connections matter. If you have a letter of recommendation from a powerful figure, you can get into the advanced training class even if you only have a junior college degree. But if you don't have a letter of recommendation and only have a university degree, you have an 85% chance of getting into the basic training class and starting from the military uniform.

That's how cruel the world is!

"The top leader is angry. Don't think that just because he only has six months left in his term, he is still the highest commander of the police."

“HSBC and Standard Chartered have already prepared retirement bonds in Hong Kong. As soon as the top leader announces his retirement, he can get two million pounds from the foreign firms and become a laughing stock in London.”

"A bond bought for 30,000 pounds, grown to two million pounds in five years—calling him a stock market genius is no exaggeration!"

“The positions in Hong Kong held by the Overseas Colonial Affairs Department are now very valuable. Many people are trying to get close to the Overseas Colonial Affairs Secretary and build relationships in hopes of getting a good position in Hong Kong.”

"We must completely eradicate these parasites so that the Prime Minister can get his retirement bonds soon."

(This is all minor. Because of his cooperation with HSBC and Jardine Matheson, Murray MacLehose sold off their outdated assets at a high price. HSBC's Sir Michael Sandberg and Jardine Matheson's tycoon Tiger Shark got the House of Lords and the Queen to grant Murray MacLehose a lifetime knighthood.)
(The reason why MacLehose's title was not hereditary was because he was childless by choice, and none of his siblings had any children, but HSBC and Jardine Matheson used the money from a hereditary title.)
(Take a guess, who will take over the outdated industry!)

Jack drew a clear line and then turned and left. To actually set up an independent little kingdom within the police station was an unforgivable betrayal.

We can bear any sacrifice, but we cannot tolerate any betrayal.

Guo Guohao did not see the chief superintendent off. He continued to look out the window because he knew that this farce was not over and that more people would be arrested.

His reputation was already bad enough; after this incident, it will be completely ruined.

"Guo sir, this is the information Nine-Tailed Fox gave us. We have already sent people to arrest her, but when we arrived at the pharmacy, it was already deserted."

"The technical department also tracked the numbers that Crab and his gang made, and found that they were all landline numbers from Macau. We have contacted the Judiciary Police, but we haven't received any news yet."

"According to the experts in the technical department, it is very likely a transfer, and Haojiang is just a ladder."

A-zai strode into the conference room and reported in a low, quick voice.

"How is the nine-tailed fox's health?"

The Nine-Tailed Fox is the key now. Song Sheng is hiding in the shadows. Even if we catch these moles, we won't be able to deal with this bastard in a short time. We can't bite off more than we can chew. We need to deal with the professor first.

To deal with Professor Sheng, the boxing champion is not needed for the time being; the only way to find a breakthrough is through the Nine-Tailed Fox.

"He's in good health. He's had an antidote injected and is currently high!"

"Three of our brothers from the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit were killed and two others were injured!"

A glanced around and then spoke with difficulty.

(End of this chapter)