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

Chapter 148 Clash of Titans (34)
Lung Kee Jewelry Factory, Mong Kok.

Su Long said, "Lin Tiansheng is doing us a favor, so why not take it? You can announce to the public that there is a pork order worth seven million Hong Kong dollars."

As the head instructor of the Sun Kee, he had multiple branches under his command in Tsim Sha Tsui, Tuen Mun, Wan Chai, Sham Shui Po, Kwun Tong, and other areas. His business spanned drug trafficking, prostitution, arms dealing, smuggling, and other industries.

He primarily earns his money through "jade processing," "jewelry and jadeite," and "red oil smuggling." He also founded the "Hong Kong Muay Thai Council" and the "Free Fighting Association" to increase his influence in the martial arts world, cultivate relationships with government and business leaders, and expand his network of connections.

He was known in the martial arts world as "the most formidable fighter in the Xinji Sect," and many of his disciples were formidable individuals. However, after his fists became powerful, ambition grew, and he gradually became disobedient to the rules of the Xinji Sect.

With the imprisonment of "Man Biu," the Tiger of Mong Kok, he quickly ordered his protégé "Big B" to take over the Mong Kok Tribe. With another tribe under his command, if he could regain control of the Mong Kok Tribe, he would be able to surpass Lin Jiang, Xiang Zhancheng, Liu Yuan, and others in terms of hard power.
Chen Zhiming sat across the mahogany table, holding a teacup, and exclaimed with his mouth agape, "Ah? Boss, we just finalized a deal with Miss Zang, the owner of the dumpling shop, for a two-year order worth two million Hong Kong dollars. If you're falsifying accounts, what will Uncle Jiang do when he investigates?"

Su Long glanced at him, nonchalantly: "If you can't even fake accounts, how are you going to survive in this world? The pork order is just a pretext to make it believable to others."

"I'll transfer the extra five million to you privately. Let's take over the Wan Chai branch first, and then slowly recoup the losses later. It'll be a piece of cake."

Chen Zhiming scratched his head, his eyes filled with amazement: "Master is truly skilled."

"The underworld isn't that simple. We'll learn slowly." Su Long looked pleased with himself. He was in a great mood as he was about to take over the Wan Chai district. He pointed out, "I heard that the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) is planning to choose between the Heung family and us. It seems that Lam Tin-shing has chosen us."

Chen Zhiming said, "With the support of the police force, it will be easy for Lin Jiang to defeat Fen Zai Cheng."

“The police force is a monolithic entity. If someone chooses us, someone else will choose the Lin family.” Su Long’s expression darkened slightly as he spoke. “To defeat the Xiang family for three generations, external forces are secondary. The key is that we must be able to hold on. As long as we can hold on, hopefully it won’t just be one or two people from the Xiang family who fall.”

"Over the decades, Lin Tiansheng has been the only one who has clashed with the Xiang family."

Chen Zhiming patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, I won't let you down."

In Lantian, at the back entrance of a building, Liang Zhenbang grabbed Shapima by the collar and slammed him against the wall, snarling, "Damn it, you piece of trash! For you, I led my brothers across the sea to do business, and two of my buddies got shot."

Shar-Pei's neck is covered in tattoos, and he has more than a dozen tattoos on his body, which is considered quite elaborate even among gangsters, hence the nickname "Shar-Pei".

He was still holding a Black Star rifle in his hand, his expression furious, and he retorted, "Old Fu stole my goods, shouldn't I take them back!"

With a microphone in his left ear, Liang Zhenbang listened to his men's report, then slapped the Shar-Peis and said, "Three days, six or seven gunfights, and you can't even find a warehouse. If I hadn't cleaned up your mess, you would have been finished long ago. How can you be a good worker if you can't even find the warehouse correctly?"

"No stock?" Shar-Pei's eyes widened, and terror appeared on his face: "Nine-Dragon Yang Sihai, that bastard, help me kill him, Inspector Leung!"

Leung Chun-pong said coldly, "You can't even handle Chan Chi-ming, and you still want to provoke Old Fu? You're tired of living. If you can't take over the Wan Chai branch, I'll be the first to take you out."

Shapima swallowed hard and grabbed Leung Chun-pong's sleeve: "Leung sir, do me a favor."

"Spit it out if you have something to say." Liang Zhenbang was annoyed. If it weren't for his superior's instructions, he wouldn't have bothered getting rid of such a good-for-nothing.

Shapima said, "Chen Zhiming secured a pork order worth over seven million."

Liang Zhenbang's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "I will investigate."

Seven million is no small sum; even if Shar-Pei Ma recovers the heroin and acts swiftly, it will be difficult to catch up. However, dismantling the New Police was a plan proposed by the remnants of the gang. After gaining control of the case, the next step would be to interfere in the personnel of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) and seize power.

For the entire elite police force, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) is a crucial department. For officers within the OCTB, it's a matter of life and death; they absolutely cannot afford to lose it. "We must keep the Wan Chai branch under our control," said Chief Inspector Tong Anze of the Operations Branch at the Wan Chai Police Station, his eyes sharp as he smoked a cigarette. "Wan Chai is the starting point of the investigation. Whoever controls the Wan Chai branch decides the direction of the investigation. There aren't many shops on Hong Kong Island that can handle seven million in pork orders. I've ordered the Intelligence Bureau to investigate."

"What about that batch of goods?" Liang Zhenbang was a refined gentleman, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with fair skin and a scholarly air. Tong Anze was not tall, but very shrewd, and asked, "You have an idea?"

“Lin Jiang can’t overturn the table, but we’ll help him do it. If we get rid of Chen Zhiming, everything will be settled,” Liang Zhenbang said. “Even if Xinji’s reputation is ruined, and Lin Jiang and Xiang Zhancheng are all dead, it doesn’t matter to us.”

"It doesn't even matter whether the plan succeeds or not."

Whether they succeed or not, accountability is irrelevant to them; the foreigners will only target the person who submitted the proposal. Unlike the remnants' proactive approach, the elites are even somewhat passive, hoping the plan to dismantle the New Police will fail so that Four-Eyed Dragon can return to Hong Kong sooner. In the underworld, there's still at least one major force that can cause trouble for the corrupt police; the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Tong Anze tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and replied in a deep voice, "Okay."

With a serious expression, Liang Zhenbang immediately said, "I'll contact the intelligence department."

Within the intelligence department, the elite faction consists of one chief inspector and two senior inspectors, wielding greater authority than the remnants. The foreigners initially valued Zhong Zhihui for his studies in China, considering him part of the elite faction, and even Xu Anqi wanted to recruit him.

No one could have imagined that someone would give up a promising future to get involved with a bunch of washed-up corrupt cops.

The supply and purchase of large-scale smuggled fresh meat cannot evade market supervision. Customs officials are merely collecting money from criminal gangs and tacitly allowing cargo ships carrying fresh meat to enter the port in order to stabilize meat prices.

If we really let loose and investigate, we could easily find out when Chen Zhiming's goods arrived in Hong Kong, who the buyer was, and how many goods were received.

Two days later.

With a gun slung over his waist, Leung Chun-pong walked into the office and said, "There's an operation tonight. Lan Kok Tsui in the New Territories. Go to the armory to get your guns."

"Received." More than fifty O-district staff members answered in unison.

Tong Anze, dressed in a suit and tie, hurried over to Liang Zhenbang and whispered, "Abang, I'll contact the marine police for you and try to get things sorted out at the dock."

Liang Zhenbang nodded slightly: "I understand."

Simultaneously.

West Kowloon Organisation (ODI)

Lin Tiansheng received a phone call, stubbed out his cigarette, and turned to his men, saying, "O-Division, the major cases team will stay and work overtime. We have a tip that the New Detective's smuggled goods have arrived at the port."

"receive."

"receive."

The men readily agreed and quickly got to work.

(End of this chapter)