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

Chapter 111 You beast, Yaoxing! (44)

Having not slept all night, Wen Biao looked haggard after the interrogation, his eyes bloodshot, having lost his boss-like demeanor and appearing utterly defeated.

Lin Tiansheng stood in front of the detention cell, weighing the police baton in his hand, and said with amusement, "Wenbiao, aren't you from Xinji? What's the difference between killing you and killing Chen Yaoxing?"

Wen Biao shoved his head into the gap in the railing and gritted his teeth, saying, "Xinji is Xinji, I am me, and Chen Yaoxing, that bastard, is them."

“I didn’t take a single penny of your money, so there’s no need to hold me responsible.”

The new branch of the Xiang family is passed down from father to son, generation after generation. The five tigers and ten heroes under their command only submit to the powerful Xiang family. When it comes to life and death, each branch can abandon the Xiang family's name without hesitation.

Because there are three factions within Xinji: the leader Xiang family, the steward Lin family, and the head instructor Su Long.

Today, nearly half of the Five Tigers and Ten Heroes are Su Long's disciples. Lin Tiansheng took a step closer, pressed against Wen Biao, and said sharply, "But you've fallen into their hands."

Wen Biao's expression froze for a moment, then his mind cleared considerably. He said in a low voice, "Let me out. I'm not doing the piracy business anymore. Just find someone to take the blame, and you'll still get credit."

"I'll cooperate with you as soon as I get out and cause trouble for Chen Yaoxing. We'll take him down, you can get your revenge, and I'll get mine. Wouldn't that be even more satisfying?"

“You know, even if you use the police to take him down, you still won’t get your money back. But I can cooperate with you, find his accounts, and get the money for you.”

To kill Chan Yiu-hing purely through police procedures, firstly, one would need to plant someone within the Wan Chai Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB). Secondly, all seized money and goods would be confiscated. Before the falling out, he dared to accept money from the Sun Kee branch, launder it, and distribute it among his associates. But after the falling out, he couldn't accept a single penny from the Sun Kee branch.

If you want to help your brothers get revenge and get your ill-gotten gains back, having an inside man will make things much easier. Lin Tiansheng couldn't help but laugh and said, "You're quite astute, Wenbiao."

"Can I have a cigarette?" Man-piu hadn't smoked all day and his throat was itchy. With Chen An-quan's approval, he took out a cigarette, handed it to him, and even helped him light it.

"Phew." Wen Biao, having satisfied his craving, became even more enthusiastic. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he revealed Chen Yaoxing's secrets: "I know that Chen Yaoxing has a film company in Wan Chai that specializes in making illegal Category III films and selling them to private cinemas. There are many female students working there. Once it's exposed, no one can save him."

Lin Tiansheng frowned. In Hong Kong Island, where pornography was rampant, secretly filming Category III videos and selling them to private cinemas for consumption by lower-class men was not an unprecedented event.

However, most Category III films feature professional sex workers who receive high fees. Deceiving schoolgirls into filming would likely provoke police reports, not only from their families but also from ordinary citizens.

Chen Anquan's eyes were sharp, and he asked with a hint of doubt, "Really?"

“It’s as real as 999 gold, officer! I saw a few of them at Young Master Xiang’s house. He gave me a portion back then, and I still have it at home.”

"Let me out, and I'll get it to you right away." Wen Biao thought things were going to work out, so he sold Chen Yaoxing out completely: "Those videotapes are all from Chen Yaoxing's private collection. He doesn't usually sell them to vendors. But he sells them by the box to Taiwan, Singapore, and all of Southeast Asia. He's the supplier of all the student films."

"Hold!"

Lin Tiansheng's face turned ashen, and he cursed, "That beast should be shot!"

Wenbiao, holding his cigarette butt, said, "I agree, officer."

Chen Anquan looked at the big boss and sighed, "No wonder no one called the police. The little girl was too scared to speak up, and the adults couldn't see." It was no surprise that Chen Yaoxing was targeting poor girls in public housing estate primary schools, using petty bribes to lure and coerce them. He wouldn't dare to target wealthy families.

The families of those little girls never leave Hong Kong Island in their entire lives. Even if a few occasionally travel abroad, the chances of seeing their daughters' videotapes in underground cinemas are extremely slim.

Lin Tiansheng raised his hand and pinched Wen Biao's shoulder: "Help me get things done, and it'll be considered a good deed for you. In half an hour, someone will take you to complete the formalities."

Wen Biao nodded and bowed: "Understood, understood, Young Master Sheng."

After lunch, Huang Ye saw Wen Biao going through the bail procedures and knew that Lin Tiansheng intended to close the case. He had already realized that Lin Tiansheng wasn't seeking revenge against Xinji, but rather doing something for the big boss. Since Lin Tiansheng hadn't lost his mind, they had to push him a little further.

He walked up to Lin Tiansheng and reminded him, "Asheng, don't just focus on the boss's business. Remember to follow up on the Heshenghe case. The higher-ups want to know the progress. They need to give us an answer as to whether it can be done."

Lin Tiansheng nodded listlessly: "I understand."

Work ended in the evening.

As soon as Lin Tiansheng drove out of the police station, he noticed a Porsche parked on the side of the road. Pan Disheng, hands in his pockets, wearing a suit, leaned against the hood of the car and waved at the Chevrolet, saying, "Brother Sheng, interested in a spin?"

Lin Tiansheng originally thought that Pan Disheng was just being polite, but he didn't expect him to actually drive to the police station and wait there. Looking at the luxury car with a 2.7-liter, six-cylinder engine, he smiled and said, "Let's go for a spin."

"It has to be something special." Dickson Poon pulled out a new Vacheron Constantin calendar watch from his pocket, held the strap, and said, "Brother Sheng, what do you think?"

His family was a Vacheron Constantin distributor; a watch they casually pulled out cost five or six hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars, nothing to them. Lin Tiansheng couldn't deny that the game had suddenly become meaningful. He shifted gears: "Drive to the Victoria Harbour pier viewing area. If I lose, I'll give you an apartment."

Pan Dickson raised his eyebrows, finding it amusing. He got back into the car and followed Lin Tiansheng out of Argyle Street, taking the traffic lights at the intersection as the starting point.

"Boom!" Pan Disheng's accelerator slammed on the gas pedal, full of rage. Lin Tiansheng's Chevrolet had a strong start but lacked power later on. However, the road was full of traffic lights, and it was rush hour. Apart from a section of the coastal highway where the horsepower advantage could be demonstrated, the rest of the road required more skill in weaving through traffic.

Forty minutes later.

Dickson Poon parked the car on the viewing platform, took out his watch, and got out. Lam Tin-shing was already sitting in the front of the car, enjoying the sea breeze, watching the sunset over Victoria Harbour, and smoking a cigarette.

"You're something else, keep it." Pan Disheng slapped the watch into Lin Tiansheng's hand. Lin Tiansheng held up the watch, held it up to the sunlight, admiring the light reflected off the dial, and then, without any hesitation, removed the Citizen and replaced it with a Vacheron Constantin, then tossed the old watch back to Pan Disheng with satisfaction: "Take it to recycle, don't waste it."

"Damn, you're the first person to ask me to recycle a Citizen watch." Pan Disheng took the old watch, speechless. Lin Tiansheng laughed and said, "Don't want to recycle it? Then keep it for me. When Detective Lian comes to the door, it'll be easier to explain. Just say we're taking turns wearing it."

Dickson Poon lit a cigar and said helplessly, "You're really scared of being investigated. Don't worry, if Lien Kee really investigates you, they won't be fixated on your watch."

"Speaking of which, you like cars a lot, don't you?"

Lin Tiansheng said, "We need to chase the thief."

You can't exactly say you used to be in a motor transport unit and received training, can you? How would you swindle rich kids out of their watches and handbags next time?
(End of this chapter)