The Chief Detective Inspector is dead. I'm now the top police officer in Hong Kong!

Chapter 110 Asheng and Asheng (34)

Standing at the entrance of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), Lam Tin-shing shouted loudly, "Mong Kok Division, bring your batons and come with me."

"Yes, sir." The four men, including Ah Du, looked surprised, immediately grabbed their weapons, and loudly agreed.

"Hou sir, take your men to Kwun Tong and shut down Man Biu's counterfeit factory."

Hou Canxing looked puzzled and stood up defiantly, saying, "Inspector Lin, are you trying to teach me how to do things? Where's the seizure order?"

Huang Ye stepped into the office and gave him a look: "Go do it. The director gave the order himself."

"Yes, sir!" Hou Canxing immediately saluted.

A-Du and his three accomplices followed Lin Tiansheng downstairs menacingly. Chen Anquan raised his baton, looked at the restless thugs outside the door, and said coldly, "Boss, how much force are you going to use?"

"Give them your all, hit them on the head. The big boss is watching from above. Beat them until they shut up," Lin Tiansheng said. A-Du, Lao Zhang, and the other two were all taken aback. No wonder Lin Sir was so confident after coming back from the office. He even had the big boss backing him up. It must have been arranged before the operation.

"clear."

The five men pushed aside several uniformed police officers and rushed to the front line. Lin Tiansheng blew the whistle, attracting everyone's attention, and shouted, "The chief has ordered that the rioters be dispersed."

The four uniformed inspectors leading the team received instructions from their superiors via walkie-talkies slung over their shoulders.

"Work under Inspector Lin."

"The higher-ups have given the order to get rid of those scoundrels."

The uniformed inspector turned his head, his expression serious, and replied into the walkie-talkie, "Received."

"clear."

The uniformed soldiers on the front lines are the ones who most eagerly await orders during any mass incident. Once they receive approval from their superiors, they obey unconditionally.

"on!"

Lin Tiansheng and his men charged into the crowd, wielding batons and striking the thugs on the head. The thugs screamed in pain, clutching their heads, and sat by the roadside, crying out, "The police are beating people! The police are beating people!"

Chen Anquan then stepped forward and kicked the man hard in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Ah Du, Lao Zhang, and Xian Shi Bao followed up, protecting Lin Sir's flanks and blocking the approaching gangsters.

The thugs on the outskirts, who had been blocking the door for a long time, were certain the police wouldn't dare to make a move. Suddenly hearing that one of their brothers had been beaten, they assumed it was a successful provocation and their arrogance soared. They hurled stones, glass bottles, and wooden sticks at the officers. Various projectiles flew everywhere, raining down like drops of water.

When Lao Zhang finished off a thug, he was a couple of steps behind and fell behind. A beverage bottle instantly smashed open his head. He cursed, clutched his wound, and, feeling dizzy, sat down on the ground.

Lin Tiansheng and his group jumped over the railing and chased after the thugs, managing to escape unharmed. Meanwhile, the uniformed officers, well-trained, used shields to block projectiles.

At the same time, smoke and gas were thrown into the crowd, scattering the gang of thugs into groups of three to five as they fled. The uniformed officers surrounded them from both sides, advancing in groups and arresting all the thugs who led the disturbance.

Lin Tiansheng took out handcuffs, locked the arms of a minor leader who was pinned under his knees, then lifted him up, gripped his baton tightly, and stabbed it hard into his abdomen.

"vomit."

The little leader was in so much pain that he opened his mouth, vomited stomach acid, his face turned deathly pale, and his body convulsed continuously.

Lin Tiansheng grabbed his hair, glanced around, and watched as other gangsters were arrested one after another. He coldly cursed, "I'll deal with you properly when we get back to the police station."

Office of the Director.

Dickson Poon, with a cigar in his mouth, stood by the window, watching Lam Tin-sing lead the charge, and laughed loudly: "Mark sir, when I was on the road, I thought all the West Kowloon police officers were useless, unable to even handle a bunch of gangsters. It turns out that's not all of them; there are some who are willing to risk their lives for the citizens."

Mark smiled calmly, not wanting Lin Tiansheng to stand out, but the big boss was clearly there for Lin Tiansheng, so he didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm. He replied, "The Royal Police have a duty to protect the safety of citizens' property and lives." Pan Dickson clapped and said, "Good! That's more like the Royal Police. Chief Mark, I'd like to hire a lawyer to represent me in my lawsuit against the pirates."

Mark laughed twice, his expression becoming much more sincere, and nodded, saying, "I can help Mr. Pan with the introduction."

Using connections with British judges to make money is a common tactic employed by foreign police officers. Mark himself is a major shareholder in a law firm, while the other shareholders are the judges of the West Kowloon Magistrates' Courts.

In West Kowloon cases, if they represent you, you're guaranteed to win and receive compensation. Not only will you receive legal fees, but you'll also get a share of the compensation.

Poon Dickson could put on airs at the police station only if he paid money, so he immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Commissioner. Remember to bring your wife to visit the new store next month."

“Definitely, definitely.” Mark’s smile widened.

Lam Tin-shing took the six ringleaders back to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) for interrogation, while the rest of his henchmen were handed over to the uniformed squad. Dickson Poon made a special trip to the OCTB, found Lam Tin-shing, and handed him his business card: "Mr. Lam, when you're free, how about we play some ball or go for a drive?"

"Does Young Master Pan prefer playing ball or racing?" Lin Tiansheng received the business card, glanced at it politely, and then put it into a bag.

I am pleased with Dickson Poon's enthusiasm.

Although he benefited from the Pan family's influence, it was a win-win situation for both sides, and legal and legitimate, so he couldn't claim to owe them nothing. The Pan family also demonstrated keen business acumen, making them seem worthwhile to cultivate a closer relationship with. Pan Dickson said, "There's a lot of street racing, but there aren't any suitable roads on Hong Kong Island. What about you, Inspector Lam?"

Lin Tiansheng chuckled twice, and to avoid giving the impression of being insincere, he honestly replied, "I've indulged in all sorts of things, from eating and drinking to whoring, gambling, and smoking."

"Hahaha." Pan Disheng laughed loudly, putting his arm around Lin Tiansheng's shoulder: "Your name is Asheng, and mine is Asheng. We're a perfect pair of friends."

"Brother Sheng, are you free tonight? How about we go out for drinks, gambling, and drugs?"

Lin Tiansheng touched his nose, already sensing the strange looks from the rest of the group of men, and said apologetically, "Ah Sheng, let's go drive the car."

"If I play other games, I'm afraid Old Lian will come knocking on my door."

Pan Disheng nodded slightly, raised his hand to check his watch: "I understand. I have some things to attend to at the company, so I'll take my leave first."

"No problem, take your time." Lin Tiansheng politely saw him to the door, and Pan Disheng whistled as he took the elevator downstairs.

Ah Du couldn't help but ask, "Inspector Lin, who do you know, this big boss? Dickson Poon, the son of Justice of the Peace Poon Kam-hei."

Lin Tiansheng casually said, "You saw it, it's the business card I just received. Old Zhang, how's your head? Is everything alright?"

"Take him to the medical room to have his wound bandaged. There's nothing seriously wrong," said the lecherous man.

Chen Anquan returned to his office and suddenly said, "Inspector Lin, Wenbiao wants to see you."

Lin Tiansheng chuckled, "They're quite shrewd. Seeing that their henchmen have been arrested, they know things are going badly and want to sound them out."

"lead the way."

Chen Anquan accompanied the big boss into the detention room.

Unlike the newcomers, Wenbiao remained silent, pacing back and forth in the room, anxious but not noisy.

"Inspector Lin, ptooey, Young Master Sheng!"

He caught a glimpse of Lin Tiansheng's figure in the distance, grabbed the railing, and shouted loudly, "Make yourself clear, are you going to deal with me, or with Chen Yaoxing, or with Xinji?"

(End of this chapter)