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

Chapter 82 You dare to assault a police officer? (34)

“It was him, that damn bastard. I don’t know where he got the information that you’re about to be transferred to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau. Yesterday, he left HK$500,000 at Ah Wing’s doorstep, begging to see you.” Chung Chi-wai said, “Someone said he recently bought a new Bentley, cleaned it, and is going to return it to you.”

"Boss, should we see him or not?"

Lin Tiansheng didn't hesitate at all, and was very decisive: "Screw you, see you at the O-Division next time."

Gan Di was Chen Yaoxing's capable protégé. Back then, the majority of the wealth of the Five Poisons Inspector and the Four Sergeants was transferred to Chen Yaoxing for safekeeping through gambling and investment.

The remaining odds and ends were broken down and distributed to relatives and friends for easy access.

At that time, Chan Yiu-hing was still a newcomer to the underworld, and he rose to prominence entirely thanks to their support, gaining some influence in the Wan Chai district. San Kee was also a member of the Yi (义) faction, a Chaozhou gang, and had an excellent relationship with Lok Gor.

Who could have predicted that Chan Yiu-hing, with his wolfish ambition, would use the money from corrupt police officers to expand his business and recruit people? In his early twenties, he became known as the Tiger of Wan Chai, rose to become one of the Five Tigers of the Sun Kee Group, and became a powerful figure in Wan Chai.

Chen Anquan, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, chimed in, "Back in '78, we went to him for money once, and he immediately said his investments had failed and he was left with nothing. Were you scared when we came back?"

“They must be scared,” Chung Chi-fai laughed. “The boss was transferred to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, which is perfect for taking over their new branch. They don’t even need to kill anyone with guns; they can just raid their establishments and investigate their businesses. They’ll lose millions every month.”

"Gandi is just a small fry, selling pirated cassette tapes in Wan Chai. Yiu Hing just sent him to sound him out."

Zhang Jinrong's expression was somber, his eyes gloomy. As he drank his wine, he said, "They're afraid I'll come back!"

"Yes, they're afraid we'll come back."

Lin Tiansheng hadn't even been transferred to Wan Chai yet; he was just about to take charge of a team in Yau Tsim Mong, and he scared off those who had offended him so much that they came to his door to offer him money.

This shows how evil the corrupt police are in the eyes of those in the underworld.

Monday morning.

Lin Tiansheng twirled his palm, applied hair oil, and styled his hair neatly, tilting his bangs to the left and making them slightly fluffy. He wore a gray sweatshirt underneath, with the hood pulled back, a blue windbreaker over it, sweatpants, and sneakers.

I took my identification and transfer documents and opened the apartment door.

Chen Anquan leaned against the wall, stomped his foot, stubbed out his cigarette, and, dressed in a simple black suit, laughed, "Boss, you look very energetic."

Lin Tiansheng held up the documents and patted him on the shoulder: "So early?"

"I'll accompany you to work." Compared to Zhang Jinrong, Deng Gengyun, and others' reluctance to part, Chen Anquan was full of anticipation, waiting to make contributions and establish himself with the big boss.

"Let's go."

Lin Tiansheng, beaming, led his men into the elevator, then downstairs and unlocked the car door. The patrolling uniformed police officer saluted again: "Good morning, Lin sir!"

"morning."

Driving to Mong Kok, turning into Waterloo Street, at the traffic light on Ada Street, Lam Tin-shing gently pressed the accelerator, slowing down and stopping with a soft thud.

Chen Anquan frowned, his hand on his gun holster, pushed open the door and got out of the car, looking back at the car that had rear-ended him.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Gan Di, wearing a gray floral shirt and a black jacket, spat on the ground, walked forward with a sullen face, clasped his hands in a fist and said obsequiously, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir, it's my fault for not being able to see clearly!"

Lin Tiansheng walked to the back of the car, stared at Xinji Caoxie, who had a gold chain, wore a Rolex, had a square face and thick eyebrows, and had an annoying expression, and said coldly, "Damn it, I'm only here on my first day at the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, and you're already trying to cause me trouble?"

"Oh, Young Master Sheng!"

Gan Di widened his eyes, feigning surprise, and stepped forward to salute: "Long time no see, Detective." "Sir, what is it?" Lin Tiansheng said.

Gan Di quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, it was just an accidental rear-end collision."

"Ah Quan, call the traffic police."

Gan Di stepped in between them, saying ingratiatingly, "Sorry, Officer Lin, I don't have a driver's license, and I don't have the money to pay for the damage even if I call the traffic police. I'm sorry for damaging your car, so I'll just pay for it myself."

Lin Tiansheng looked at the latest silver Bentley and smiled broadly: "A bribe?"

Gandy leaned closer and whispered, "It's just returning it to its rightful owner. My boss has a way to transfer it cleanly. Why drive a Chevrolet? That's embarrassing. Drive a Bentley, definitely not a race car."

Lin Tiansheng put his hands in his pockets, indicating his refusal: "I wouldn't dare drive it under anyone's name."

“It’s fine if you sell it, whatever you want.” Gan Di said, “Brother Yao Xing asked me to pass on a message: all the money I invested before has been earned back. Here’s an account, I’ll transfer it to you right away.”

"Oh, how much do you earn?" Lin Tiansheng raised his eyebrows, quite interested. Gan Di whispered, "Thirteen million in total, is that enough?"

"Untouched, without even a penny of interest?" Lin Tiansheng secretly calculated that 13 million was roughly the total amount that the Five Poison Detectives and the Four Sergeants had been taken from them back then.

Each of the sergeants received a little over a million, leaving him with eight million. In the 1980s, eight million was no small sum; in the 1970s, it was an astronomical figure. Gan Di cautiously asked, "Young Master Sheng, what interest rate do you think is appropriate?"

"Doubling the price would be barely enough."

Gan Di was stunned for a moment, then cursed, "Damn it, twenty-six million? Is it really necessary to be so greedy? Even my boss doesn't have twenty million in assets, how am I supposed to pay you that?"

A triad boss's prestige comes from his position, not from who he is. The San Kee triad in Wan Chai could easily rake in tens of millions a year, but the amount that would end up in Chan Yiu-hing's hands might not even reach eight figures.

No.

"Then let's not talk about making peace." Lin Tiansheng suddenly waved his hand: "Take him away, that bastard dared to assault a police officer, put him in jail first and then interrogate him."

Upon receiving the order, Chen Anquan immediately changed his demeanor, rushed forward, pinned Gan Di to the hood of the Bentley, and handcuffed him. Gan Di's face turned fierce, and he said in a vicious voice, "Fuck your mother, you don't know what's good for you, do you still think you're Detective Chief Hua?"

Lin Tiansheng walked up behind him, raised his knee and slammed it into his waist, forcefully throwing him to the back of the car: "I earn my own face, I don't need trash to give it to me."

"You will bear the bitter consequences of your betrayal!"

"Ah Quan, back to the police station."

Chen Anquan opened the tailgate of the car and, at a traffic light, forcefully flipped the man over and stuffed him into the trunk. He waved to the arriving traffic police and tossed them the Bentley keys. Back at the West Kowloon Police Station, Chen Anquan escorted the man into the Triad Investigation Division's office area.

Senior Inspector Wong Yip of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), dressed in a blue striped suit and holding documents, was talking to a clerk at a table, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the new recruit.

Suddenly, Lin Tiansheng and Chen Anquan appeared, escorting someone into the house one after the other. He couldn't help but smile and said, "On his way to report for duty, Inspector Lin didn't forget his work and even managed to grab someone along the way."

"As expected of a capable person from the Major Crimes Unit."

Lin Tiansheng approached Huang Ye, stood at attention, saluted, and formally announced, "Huang sir, probationary inspector Lin Tiansheng, reporting for duty at the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau."

More than twenty O-Division officers stood up and paid their respects.

After shaking hands, Huang Ye politely said, "Welcome, Inspector Lin, to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB)."

(End of this chapter)