Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Union Building.

Two large iron gates opened, and Xi Zicheng, along with three subordinates, stepped into Wang Yaotang's office.

"Mr. Wang, this place is really... safe," Xi Zicheng said with a smile.

“There are always treacherous subjects trying to harm me, there’s nothing I can do about it.” Wang Yaotang pointed to the sofa. “Sit down, have something to drink.”

"Water is fine, Mr. Wang. I'm here to inquire about some things, and I hope you'll cooperate," Xi Zicheng said with a light cough.

Wang Yaotang took out a cigarette, lit it, and casually asked, "About Fox being hit and killed?"

Xi Zicheng stared into Wang Yaotang's eyes. "Yes."

"Why don't you arrest me and take me to headquarters?" Wang Yaotang asked with a tilted head and a smile.

"There is currently no evidence to suggest that Mr. Wang has a direct connection to this matter," Xi Zicheng said seriously.

Hehe, haha, hahahaha, Wang Yaotang burst into laughter, making the three people around Xi Zicheng look rather unpleasant.

After laughing for a long time, Wang Yaotang continued to ask, "First, a chief inspector was killed, and now a senior superintendent has been killed, and he's a foreigner too. Tsk tsk, being a policeman is dangerous. I suggest we thoroughly investigate their financial situation and make it public. What's the reason behind it?"

"Whether to make it public is not within my scope of responsibility," Xi Zicheng said with a faint smile. "Can we begin? Or should we wait for the lawyer to arrive?"

Wang Yaotang waved his hand, "My legal knowledge may not be as good as a lawyer's, but it's definitely better than yours. Go ahead and ask."

"Mr. Wang Yaotang, what were you doing around 6 PM yesterday?"

"Dinner, Peninsula Hotel, with Cabel." Wang Yaotang leaned back in his chair, smiling as he looked at the familiar face in front of him, Superintendent Xi Zicheng from the Criminal Investigation Department.

Xi Zicheng blinked. It shouldn't be the one he knew, right? No way.

"Ahem, could you tell me his full name and what he does for a living?" Xi Zicheng unconsciously sat up straight.

"He's not a big shot, no need to be so cautious," Wang Yaotang explained with a smile.

Xi Zicheng relaxed slightly. "Then who is he...?"

“Abbot Cabel, Head of the Criminal Division of the Royal Hong Kong Police Force.”

Xi Zicheng's expression froze, and a hint of panic flashed uncontrollably in his eyes.

Cabel rose through the ranks from the Narcotics Investigation Department, while Wang Yuanzhi, being Fox's subordinate, was most likely silenced by his own people. Fox, Cabel's subordinate, was killed while Cabel was having dinner with Wang Yaotang...

Oh no, I heard something foul. Is there a big truck waiting for me outside right now?
It's 1982 now, and the Police Department has only been established for eight years. Everyone has witnessed what the Police Department was like before, and it's safe to say that no one in the department is clean.

Wang Yaotang smiled, looking at the silent Xi Zicheng and the three panicked subordinates behind him, and chuckled twice, "Any other questions?"

Xi Zicheng swallowed hard. "Sorry, I was just spacing out. I... According to what we know, the driver who caused the accident is suffering from stomach cancer. Two days ago, the four vegetable markets where he delivers goods launched a charity fundraiser for him. The organizing group was He Shengyi. May I ask, was it you who organized it?"

"Would news of an ordinary uniformed police officer from the Police Department being seriously ill reach the Chief Executive's desk?" Wang Yaotang raised his hand.

"You mean the people below organized it?"

Sure enough, the police treated people differently depending on their status and position. The police even made reading comprehension of the statements. Wang Yaotang said with a smile, "Thank you for informing me of this news. As a workers' mutual aid association, Shengyi was just doing what he should do."

Xi Zicheng's lips twitched. He was 100% certain that Wang Yaotang had ordered Fox's death. As for whether it was revenge or some kind of agreement with Kabel, he didn't want to know.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Wang. I have no further questions. Goodbye." Xi Zicheng stood up and nodded his thanks.

"Wei Tao, see him off."

Downstairs, standing in front of the car, Xi Zicheng rubbed his face. He was a member of the Criminal Investigation Department, and the power struggle between the Narcotics Investigation Department and Wang Yaotang had nothing to do with him. Wang Yaotang wasn't crazy and wouldn't do anything to him.

After mentally preparing himself, he looked up and realized that none of his three subordinates who had come with him had gotten in the car. He immediately smiled wryly and said, "Get in the car."

"Boss, are you alright?"

Two high-ranking officials were killed in car accidents in quick succession, leaving everyone traumatized. "What could possibly happen? He's not crazy," Xi Zicheng urged.

As an insider, although he didn't know why Wang Yuanzhi suddenly provoked Wang Yaotang, Wang Yaotang in the Criminal Intelligence Department did not show any inclination to participate in drug trafficking, so it was highly likely to be a retaliatory action.

Once on the bus, the atmosphere only relaxed after we entered the Hung Hom Tunnel. Suddenly, a subordinate asked, "Were there a few questions we didn't ask?"

Xi Zicheng picked up the notebook and looked at it, noting things like, "Who is in charge of the donation?", "Why has this never happened before?", and "Why is Jin Dingshan the target?"

"Drive carefully," Xi Zicheng said, and began writing quickly in his notebook.

Regardless of what the authorities think, the evidence they investigated shows that 'the car crash was indeed an accident, and any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental!'
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Narcotics Investigation Bureau officers face high-risk profession; senior superintendent suffers another "car accident".

The series of fatal car accidents involving high-ranking police officials is no coincidence; the mastermind behind it all revealed.

"Shadows in the Police Force: The Return of the Four Great Detectives"

Putting down the newspaper, Cabel looked gloomy as the high-level questioning he had been expecting never came. The calmer he appeared, the bigger the storm was yet to come. He hoped Wang Yaotang would act quickly.

He never expected that Wang Yaotang would "imitate the crime," which immediately put him in the spotlight and forced him to clean up the mess left from many years ago.

For many years, as a high-ranking British official, he had never been involved in specific affairs; it was all done by the Chinese detectives below him. He simply didn't have anyone he could use, unless he used the police. But now, how could he dare to do that? He was forced to cooperate with Wang Yaotang.

The only saving grace is that although Wang Yaotang is somewhat high-profile, he is very methodical in his actions, as evidenced by the fact that the intelligence department has no evidence of this.

……

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

A short, stout old man with half-white hair suddenly grabbed a pistol from his suitcase, held his breath, and stared at the door with a panicked expression.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

The person outside knocked a few times before stopping. The old man's expression softened slightly, he let out a long breath, and began packing his things again.

Suddenly, a soft 'click' sounded, followed by a 'creak' as the door was pushed open. The short, fat old man was so frightened he almost fainted, and he grabbed his gun again and pointed it at the door.

First, four men in black uniforms came in from outside. After glancing at the gun in the old man's hand, they casually dispersed and stood on both sides. Then, a man in a suit walked in.

"Stop! Don't move! I'll shoot if you move again!" the short, fat old man shouted, taking two steps back.

"So your name is Wooden Bucket, right?" Sha Ze looked the old man up and down.

"What are you trying to do? I'm warning you, I don't know anything, I..."

"Who does this old man think he's scaring with that broken gun? He doesn't have as many bullets as we do." Sha Ze scoffed and glanced at the suitcase.

"What on earth are you going to do!"

"Heh, you've packed your things, which means you read the newspaper. So, should I tie you up and take you away, or will you come with me yourself?"

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll know once you go there."

"I..." The short, stout old man's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. His expression changed for a moment, and finally, like a deflated balloon, he threw the pistol into the suitcase.

Ten years ago, he would have shot and killed these guys and run away, but now...

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P.S.: I'll make up for the missed chapter tomorrow; I had some family matters to attend to today… (End of Chapter)