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

Chapter 132 In the Street (13)

Two weeks later, Pi Zhibang, accompanied by two employees, walked out of a card room, holding a mobile phone, and stood by a street lamp, saying into the phone: "Thanks to you, Young Master Sheng, after smashing up Xinji's place, even my business in East Kowloon has become much smoother."

Lin Tiansheng drove with one hand and said, "We're moving to a new place next month, want to come over for dinner?"

“Okay, I’d better know the way around,” Pi Zhibang replied, “so that I won’t have trouble finding my way in later.”

"It's settled then. Saturday night at 7 p.m., Tsim Sha Tsui, Hoi Hau Road, Royal Building. See you there."

"The Royal Capital Building, huh? Tens of thousands per square foot, wow!" Pi Zhibang exclaimed in surprise, his tone laced with flattery. "I've heard the night view is amazing, I really hope I get to see it for myself!"

The name "Royal City Building" alone suggests its high-end status. It is a newly built 30-story high-rise building, less than 200 meters from the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront, offering unobstructed views of Victoria Harbour and the Wan Chai waterfront. It can be called the most prestigious luxury residential building in West Kowloon.

The smallest units are 2,000 square feet, and the largest are over 4,000 square feet, with prices exceeding those in Central. Although they cannot compare with the luxury homes on The Peak or the detached houses in Repulse Bay, the owners of Royal Mansion are all celebrities and dignitaries from high society.

Furthermore, due to the scarcity of available properties, Lai Chung-ying, after searching extensively, purchased the property through private channels at a premium. The unit, only 2,000 square feet, was priced at HK$18 million, totaling HK$9,000 per square foot. He made a down payment of HK$5 million, with the remainder financed through a bank loan.

For Yu Lintiansheng, this is considered overspending, and with the Hong Kong property market expected to plummet next year, it seems unwise. However, his income can easily cover a one- or two-year property market downturn, but it will be difficult to buy a property again once the market recovers in a few years.

Doubling the value by 1990 wouldn't be a problem, so Lin Tiansheng simply leveraged his investment, buying early and enjoying the benefits sooner. After all, short-term property market downturns don't have a significant impact on the luxury housing market; good properties are the key.

Lin Tiansheng tossed his mobile phone into the passenger seat, rolled down the window, and whistled, in a good mood.

Second-hand homes save you the hassle of renovations; you can move in immediately. If there are things you don't like, you can always change them later. Even if you can't get a promotion right now, you still need to improve your standard of living. All that striving and hard work is for a chance to shine.

Ye Jiu, driving his Mercedes behind the Chevrolet, noticed something amiss with the vehicle. His expression tightened, and he picked up the walkie-talkie, calling out, "Boss, something's wrong."

Lin Tiansheng's expression changed slightly. He picked up the walkie-talkie from the glove box and replied, "Speak."

"A hundred meters later, a black Ford came out of the police station and followed us. There were also three other cars working together." Ye Jiu's eyes were sharp, and his answer was clear.

Tracking and counter-tracking are compulsory courses in police academies, and a few stolen cars could not escape the sharp eyes of a group of veteran instructors.

Lin Tiansheng pondered for a moment, then asked in return, "Have you noticed us?"

"Let's see what he's capable of," Ye Jiu said, hesitant to give a definitive answer.

"Let's lure him in. The road splits ahead. You go left, and I'll come back in two hundred meters." Lin Tiansheng subconsciously wanted to shake off his tail, but then he suddenly realized that someone was waiting for an opportunity to retaliate, so it was better to face them head-on.

As public officials, their residence, identity, and lifestyle are no secret to those with ulterior motives. If they are merely petty criminals, they can be turned around and defeated if handled properly.

Lin Tiansheng knew perfectly well who he had offended. He opened the holster at his waist, took out his gun, and prepared himself. Ye Jiu, sitting in the passenger seat, had already loaded his Black Star and frowned: "Boss, we're here to ensure your safety."

"I like it!" Lin Tiansheng cursed angrily, put down the walkie-talkie for a moment, stepped on the gas, and sped off through a red light.

Ye Jiu then led his men to the left, cutting into a small path.

As the Chevrolet engine roared to life, Huang Ximing, sitting in the Ford, immediately realized his whereabouts had been exposed. The Mercedes' departure emboldened him, and he shouted, "Chase after them! Shoot their car!"

Even though the Mercedes-Benz changed its license plate every day, Xinji had already sent people to keep an eye on Lin Tiansheng for a week. How could they not know that a car was following him every day?
Lin Jiang, by nature, always planned ahead before acting. He not only conducted thorough investigations but also sent Huang Ximing and his nine companions to the countryside in the New Territories for a week of target practice.

They also prepared weapons, forged identities, and made arrangements for their escape.

After all, sending Huang Ximing into battle without any preparation would be tantamount to suicide. The New Journalists, hoping for a decisive victory, certainly wouldn't be that foolish.

"Brother Ximing, could there be a trap?" The henchman driving the car, wearing a black mask, looked worried. Why would a normal person call in their bodyguards when encountering an assassin?

Fueled by a blood feud, Huang Ximing disregarded his own safety, clinging to the seat and shouting forward, "Hit him, damn it!"

Following Lin Tiansheng out was a way to find an opportunity to be alone, whether it was for ulterior motives or a trap, they had to take the plunge.

All the gunmen involved in the operation received a settlement fee and a promise from the boss. If they returned alive, they would have a place in the underworld.

As the Ford ran a red light and accelerated to catch up, the Mercedes, which had cut into the left lane, reversed and did not follow Lin Tiansheng's plan.

"boom."

Ye Jiu felt the car shake and looked back to see a Toyota that hadn't braked properly, resulting in a collision between the front and rear. The driver, "Old Han," remained unmoved, applied full throttle, and with two screeching sounds, locked onto the thief's car. In less than a minute, all six cars crossed the red light, causing a series of rear-end collisions at the intersection, with horns blaring incessantly.

Even with the performance of Mercedes-Benz, the engine overheats at extremely high RPMs, black smoke billows from the trunk, and there is a risk of engine failure.

Huang Ximing, who caught up with the Chevrolet, was extremely arrogant. He leaned half his body out of the car window and actually raised his gun and swept it across the street: "Da da da".

"Da da da."

Bullets struck the car body, clanging and clattering, leaving bullet holes.

"What a fucking lunatic."

Lin Tiansheng dared to transfer Ye Jiu on one premise: he believed Huang Ximing wouldn't dare to open fire in the street. Because a shooting incident and a street shooting are two different things. The former allows for illicit transactions and personal connections, making it easier for the triad to handle the aftermath, while the latter would attract public attention and expose the case to the media.

Anyone who dares to kill a policeman is a madman. Huang Ximing has made up his mind to avenge his boss and has thrown rules and laws to the wind.

After luckily dodging a burst of bullets, Lin Tiansheng gritted his teeth and slowed down, but didn't slam on the brakes, startling the driver of the thief's car, and the two cars immediately collided head-on.

Huang Ximing, who hadn't even pulled himself back yet and wasn't wearing a seatbelt, was instantly thrown out of the car by the enormous force, rolling on the ground along with his gun.

The Chevrolet's brakes were not fully applied. Due to the impact, the steering wheel went out of control, the car flew off the road, crashed into a street lamp, and came to a stop.

　My mind and body can't take it anymore, so I'll only update three chapters tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)