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

Chapter 129 Adding Fuel to the Fire (24)

"Are you confident, Inspector Lin?" Henry received the report, his face grave. He pressed his pen, but did not sign it immediately. The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) had arrested people in Xiangtang before, but after one operation sparked protests by thousands, the higher-ups became very sensitive about it.

Lin Tiansheng, wearing a jacket, stood at attention and saluted: "Absolutely no problem, sir!"

Henry nodded slightly, opened the pen cap, signed the report, and handed it back to Lin Tiansheng, saying, "Make this quick and easy, don't cause any trouble."

Now he understands he can't suppress Lin Tiansheng; cooperation is worse than fighting. He hasn't skimped on the money he's handing over to the department each month; as for higher-ups, he'll wait for them to make other arrangements.

"Understood, sir!"

Lin Tiansheng, with the documents tucked under his arm, turned and pushed open the door to leave, saying to Chen Anquan, "Contact the Mong Kok Organized Crime and Triad Bureau and come with me."

Hou Canxing and He Jiawei tactfully rushed to his side: "Inspector Lin, do you need any help?"

“Ah Xing, bring ten men and come with me.”

"Yes, sir." Hou Canxing responded loudly and waved to the A team members. A dozen plainclothes, menacing-looking O-Division officers followed Lin Tiansheng out of the building and took a car to Jingyi Restaurant on Nathan Road.

This six-story Chinese restaurant, with its red lacquer, black beams, flying eaves, and bracket sets, was once the site of the "Jingyi" branch of the Sun Kee Association. Later, with the downfall of the Chaozhou gang and the corrupt police, Jingyi was swallowed up by Sun Kee, and the site became the property of the branch. Sun Kee members in the Yau Tsim Mong district often used this place to entertain distinguished guests, hold happy events, and hold large banquets.

At this moment, several rented minibuses were parked in front of the restaurant, and more than a hundred Blue Lanterns, who were preparing to enter, crowded on the two floors below.

There were also more than twenty Mong Kok gangsters at the entrance, with red headscarves tied around their heads and armbands embroidered with the character "义" (righteousness) on them, standing at the entrance smoking and chatting.

More than a dozen police cars, sirens blaring and lights flashing, arrived outside the building.

"Cheung Chau Boy," dressed in formal attire, stood before the incense table, preparing offerings and getting ready for the upcoming incense ceremony. Suddenly, he heard a police siren. His expression changed slightly. He walked to the window and saw a familiar figure appear. His eyes turned serious. He quickly walked to Man-piu's side, grabbed his sleeve, and whispered, "Brother Piu, Lam Tin-shing has brought a group of policemen downstairs. They don't look friendly."

Wen Biao, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and with his hair slicked back, was chatting with various gang leaders and members of the triads who had come to support him. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but wonder, "What is Young Master Sheng doing here?"

"They're not here to show their support." Cheung Chau's eyes were lowered, a sense of foreboding creeping in. Given the relationship between the police and the underworld, it's true that they cooperate in legitimate businesses and the gray areas, but opening a temple is a legitimate triad activity, and it's impossible for any police officer to dare to show up.

"I'll go down and greet him." Wen Biao understood immediately, gave Da Sha a wink, and hurried downstairs with a few of his underlings. The thugs waiting downstairs saw their boss pass by and all shouted, "Brother Biao!"

"Boss."

Today is the Mong Kok branch's recruitment of disciples. Besides Man-biu accepting students, some people are also coming for Cheung Chau and Tai-sun. After all, Man-biu already has hundreds of disciples, and he can't take care of them all. Those who are interested will join Cheung Chau and Tai-sun's sect, hoping to get a piece of the Mong Kok branch's glory.

Lin Tiansheng leaned casually against the car door, lit a cigarette, and looked at the dozens of New Triad henchmen blocking the entrance, without in a hurry to speak.

Wenbiao pushed through the crowd, walked to the front, clasped his hands in a fist and said enthusiastically, "Inspector Lin, you look even more radiant than before these past few days."

Hou Canxing, eager to make a scene, took the already unlocked handcuffs from behind his back, snapped them shut, locked Wen Biao's hands, shoved him into the car, pinned him down with one arm, and roared, "Stop trying to get close! Damn it, holding a triad event in public, do you think we're some kind of gangsters?!"

The man from Cheung Chau upstairs looked shocked, turned around quickly, and rushed downstairs.

Among the guests present were "Axe Jun", "Ghost Tian", "Huang Ximing", "Chicken", "Dog Horse Ming" and others.

Some people didn't expect Lin Tiansheng to turn on them so suddenly after checking the accounts and distributing the money. Others, however, immediately understood that Lin Tiansheng was dissatisfied with Axe-Head Jun's attitude that day and was deliberately using the seemingly easy-to-bully "Wen Biao" as a warning to others.
Lin Tiansheng slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and turned to look at Wen Biao: "Making such a grand show, with such a big entourage, if you hadn't invited me, I would have come by myself."

Wen Biao grinned, sensing the murderous intent in the cold expression. He said nervously, "Inspector Lin, I'm sorry, if you're not satisfied, I'll choose another day. I'll definitely keep a low profile." Da Sha stood in front of the threshold, raised his hand and roared, "Fuck your mother! You dare to smash up our Xinji's incense hall? Aren't you afraid of death?!"

The dozens of henchmen guarding the restaurant were already restless and clamoring. Inside, the remaining members of the "Blue Lanterns" gang, even more enraged, kept pouring out. Ah Du and Chen Sheng, along with the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) officers, lined up with guns drawn, blocking the gangsters in front of the car. Cheung Chau's son, sweating profusely, squeezed through the crowd, yelling at his brothers to stop. Then, panting heavily, he walked up to Lin Tiansheng, his face anxious and uneasy, and said, "Lin sir, let's talk this out, please don't use force."

"Today is the opening day of Xinji Temple. If the temple master gets into trouble, it's tantamount to starting a war with Xinji Temple."

Lin Tiansheng stared at Cheung Chau boy with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Trying to intimidate me with the name of Sun Kee? If you're not happy, call Four-Eyed Dragon to the police station to bail you out."

Wen Biao's heart pounded wildly, and he shouted, "Young Master Sheng, I just replaced you..."

Poof.

Hou Canxing reacted quickly, grabbing the head and slamming it against the car door.

"Grass."

A scream.

Hou Canxing shoved the person into the car.

The thugs outside the restaurant could no longer be restrained and started fighting with the staff. After Da Sha gave a signal, many of the thugs took out machetes and passed them outside.

Dozens of new police officers blocked the lane, and one of them brandished a knife and slashed at a police officer, demonstrating a truly fierce spirit.

"Call the mobile unit."

After Lin Tiansheng finished giving his instructions, Chen Sheng, who was standing next to him, picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "West Kowloon O-Division calling headquarters, there has been a triad gathering in front of the King Yee Restaurant on Nathan Road, requesting support from the Mobile Force."

"Received. Mobile units will be on the scene in five minutes."

Meanwhile, Ah Du, Lao Zhang, and their men had already drawn their guns and shot down five or six thugs who were brandishing knives. As the gunshots rang out, the scene became increasingly out of control, and the surrounding citizens scattered and fled.

Gou Maming couldn't help but say, "Adding fuel to the fire, deliberately trying to escalate things."

The rooster, somewhat fearful, asked, "Aren't you going to run?"

“What’s there to be afraid of? I’m just here for tea. At worst, I’ll go back to the police station with him. The West Kowloon Organized Crime and Triad Bureau can only lock up a couple hundred people in Mong Kok, do you think they can lock us up? They’ve already demolished the police station!” Li Yutian said calmly, without any worry.

Axe-Head Jun remained calm and composed, sipping his tea: "What a wonderful show! I wish I could be a part of it."

"Lin Tiansheng has set up a stage, waiting for us to perform." Li Yutian was also a former corrupt cop, but he worked for the Correctional Services Department. He was later investigated by the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) and resigned to go into hiding in the underworld.

In less than five minutes, two mobile police vans arrived at the scene. More than a hundred fully armed and prepared riot police officers rushed down, first firing smoke grenades with their pistols, then drawing their batons and pouncing on the knife-wielding gangsters, forcefully suppressing them.

Judging from the speed of the mobile force's response, it is clear that it was not a spur-of-the-moment deployment, but rather something that had been assembled and waiting for a long time.

"Today, I'm going to tear down your ancestral hall." Lin Tiansheng glared at Cheung Chau boy.

(End of this chapter)