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

Chapter 36 The Continuation of the Remnants

That evening, Huang Qixian sat on the balcony, holding a phone book, and dialed dozens of numbers one by one.

Every favor you do is one less you can do.

So, no matter how difficult things were for the remnants of the party, he never asked for help. But now, he not only asks for help but also curses at them: "You son of a bitch, if you're not going to be brothers, you're going to be enemies."

"Stop talking, just one question: are you in or not?"

"Is it enough that Young Master Sheng is already a junior officer? Once he climbs to the rank of superintendent, I'll have connections above me."

"Don't talk about two or three years, five or ten years, we have to hold on."

Huang Qixian exhaled a puff of smoke, picked up his teacup to moisten his throat, only to find it empty. His face showed surprise, and his eyes were filled with melancholy.
As Brother Lok's driver, he was the most suitable person to act as a liaison, to gather old friends and unite them. But more than three years have passed, and people's hearts are changing every day.

There aren't many people left.

Perhaps in a few more years, we won't even be able to gather enough people for a mahjong game.

Fortunately, Ah Sheng's return to the scene brought hope and gave the remaining members a glimmer of hope. In the end, a group of people nodded and agreed to stand with Ah Sheng.

In short, working for Uncle Deng is like being a dog, while working for Ah Sheng is about continuing the brothers' cause.

The former is someone's subordinate, subject to others' orders; the latter, as a veteran, holds a high position.

If Ah Sheng truly rises to prominence and succeeds, the brothers who help him in times of crisis will at least ensure the family's wealth and prosperity.

There are still quite a few people who miss the glory of the past and yearn to make a comeback, regain power, and become the biggest gunman in Hong Kong!

Rongchang Building.

Shi Zhanpeng rushed out of the elevator and led his staff out. His eyes swept across the corridor, where he saw caregivers carrying two stretchers. All around him were knife-wielders screaming in pain. His pupils contracted and his expression became tense.

Upon arriving at the apartment entrance, they didn't see Lin Tiansheng, but instead saw a nurse bandaging Deng Gengyun's wound. They immediately asked Yunzi, who was sitting on the sofa with his hand wrapped in gauze, "Where's Lin sir?"

Deng Gengyun nodded and looked towards the restroom.

A flushing sound came from inside. Lin Tiansheng fastened his belt, pushed open the door, and said, "Brother Peng."

Shi Zhanpeng breathed a sigh of relief, patted Deng Gengyun on the shoulder, and asked, "Are you alright, Lin sir?"

"It's good that Yunzi is here." Lin Tiansheng wiped his hands and said with emotion, "It's a pity that I can't drink with Yunzi."

Shi Zhanpeng calmed down, gave a wink, and told his team members to take over the scene. Then he looked at Yunzai and was impressed with this new colleague.

There were twelve knife-wielders and one gun, lying in ambush in the stairwell. Only Inspector Lin had a sidearm, while Deng Gengyun had just reported for duty today and hadn't had a chance to collect his gun yet.

With only minor external injuries, he was able to take down twelve people; his skills were more than just sharp.

Simply perverted.

Is this the true value of the four top-tier sergeants?
Shi Zhanpeng had been working in the military uniform business in the New Territories for several years. He had only vaguely heard of the big shots in the Criminal Investigation Department and couldn't fit in. He glanced at Yunzai out of the corner of his eye and said, "Next time the guys get together for a drink, does anyone suspect which gang it is?"

Lin Tiansheng shook his head: "I haven't been in the Major Crimes Unit for long, so I haven't offended anyone. But if it were before, I would have offended far too many people."

“Once the guys have found out, we’ll help you get revenge.” Shi Zhanpeng offered a cigarette, looking towards the living room: “Nice house, good location.” “It’s the last one, I can’t give it to you.” Lin Tiansheng took the cigarette. A police sergeant walked in and saluted: “Sir Shi, Sir Lin, we’ve questioned a few thugs, and they all admit to being from the Yi number gang.”

"Who is the big shot?" Shi Zhanpeng raised an eyebrow.

"The one in charge is Yaoyang, a 49-year-old, and the gang leader is Chuixi. I called and found out he's playing cards at a card room in Temple Street," the police chief replied fluently, having learned the details quickly.

Shi Zhanpeng suggested, "Inspector Lin, why don't you rest at home first and go interrogate people tomorrow morning?"

Lin Tiansheng laughed and said, "Bullshit, what kind of garbage is this? A pile of Yi characters, huh? Where is Beard Yong?"

The sheriff looked slightly surprised, but immediately said, "I'll go check it out."

“Inspector Lin, Bearded Yong is the leader of the Yi group.” Shi Zhanpeng sensed something was amiss and cautiously reminded him. Lin Tiansheng, however, frowned and said coldly, “It’s fine if you mess with me, but if you dare to mess with my brothers, don’t even mention Bearded Yong.”

“Ge Shaoxiong was arrested without exception.”

Shi Zhanpeng fell silent, instead deeply agreeing. Because he was risking his life on the front lines, he had no wife, no family, only his brothers!

A wife will take the compensation money; as for father and mother, they're considered lucky if they don't gamble or visit prostitutes. Only brothers will always stand by my side, regardless of money or status.

He would rush to the front to shield you from bullets for a cigarette or a bottle of wine.

Regardless of right or wrong, good or evil, those who work in professions that risk their lives all believe in "righteousness above all else."

"Then let's do it all!" Shi Zhanpeng waved his hand and ordered, "Find out where Bearded Yong is and get the uniformed group to cooperate."

Even if Bearded Yung has over a thousand followers and wields considerable power, he could easily cause trouble. So what? It's perfectly reasonable that a detective from the Major Crimes Unit was attacked by his men and brought back to cooperate with the investigation. Whether he's sentenced or not, and how he'll be tried, will be handled by the higher-ups. People on the front lines who are afraid of gangsters shouldn't be in this business.

At this moment, Lin Tiansheng looked towards the door with a smile: "No need to bother with the military uniform, my men have arrived."

Zhang Jinrong arrived at the building with Ma Delong, Liu Yida, and Gao Zicong, guns slung at his waist. He asked, "Boss, are you alright?"

Lin Tiansheng stepped forward and said, "Yunzi, stay and rest. We'll get to work."

Zhang Jinrong gave Deng Gengyun a look, implying that he was right. Shi Zhanpeng followed him out, taking out a car key: "Is one car enough?"

"Thank you, Officer Shi, that's enough." Lin Tiansheng had one car, but to make an arrest, he needed at least two. The uniformed sergeant returned to the two assistant officers: "The intelligence unit has found out. Bearded Yung's Marilyn Monroe Disco in Tsim Sha Tsui."

Shi Zhanpeng was a little surprised by the speed of the intelligence department. In the past, when he asked his colleagues to do things, it was like praying to a god, but it was never this fast.

Is it serious enough that an assistant was attacked?
After leading the team downstairs, Lin Tiansheng pulled over the Chevrolet parked on the side of the road and turned to Shi Zhanpeng, saying, "Shi sir, you're in Temple Street, I'm in Tsim Sha Tsui."

"No problem." Shi Zhanpeng was happy to catch a small fish, so his colleagues could solve the problem without getting involved in anything serious. It would be more satisfying for Lin Tiansheng to catch the big fish himself.

Two cars, with flashing lights and sirens, drove down Nathan Road and over to Hamchai Road South, stopping unabashedly in front of a disco.

This street is the heart of Tsim Sha Tsui's East District. During the day, it's frequented by white-collar workers, business owners, and wealthy individuals. At night, many office buildings light up with brightly lit signs, and numerous upscale nightclubs, whiskey bars, private clubs, and dance halls open for business. Unlike Temple Street and Portland Street, which cater to mass entertainment, the people who enjoy nightlife in Tsim Sha Tsui are generally respectable individuals with some financial means.

Several thugs waiting by the roadside got up when they saw the police car arrive. One of the leaders asked the officers if they were there for fun, but Lin Tiansheng held up his badge and ruthlessly shut them down: "When the Serious Crimes Unit is doing its job, know your place."

The leader raised his hands, not daring to stop him at all, and said politely, "Sir, please."

(End of this chapter)