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

Chapter 85 Making Horses, Startling Horses, Killing Horses! (24)

Lin Tiansheng took off his coat and shirt, revealing his well-defined latissimus dorsi muscles. He rolled up his shirt with his pistol, threw it on the counter, and strode towards the bathtub: "Brother Sihai, am I honest enough?"

boom.

Wearing shorts, he jumped into the water, but he wasn't completely naked.

Yang Sihai lay in the bathtub, snapped his fingers, and signaled his brothers to leave. The usually quick-moving bodyguards moved very slowly, their eyes frequently glancing at Lin Tiansheng's back, as if they had witnessed something extraordinary.

The water surface shimmered, revealing the tattoo on Lin Tiansheng's back: a huge dragon head with a red beard, green eyes, and red horns!

Unlike Yang Sihai, who had nine blue dragons wrapped all over his body, thighs, and chest.

The dragon head tattoo on his back, though simple in layout, is exceptionally spirited, majestic, and solemn. However, the main dragon in the nine-dragon pattern behind Yang Sihai is headless, its head severed at the back of its neck. This leads one to believe it's a deliberate design choice, or that someone is waiting to have their face tattooed to complete the dragon's head.

Unexpectedly, the missing dragon head was hidden in someone else's body.

Yang Sihai, with his refined and handsome features, lit a cigar and offered it to his friend: "I've long admired Lin Tiansheng, the Five Poisons Inspector."

Lin Tiansheng sat opposite him, his hands resting on the hot spring, his body soaking in the warm water, feeling comfortable and refreshed. He took a slow puff of his cigar and said, "Hoo."

"Brother Sihai has been paying a lot of attention to me, hasn't he?"

Yang Sihai picked up the whiskey by the pool, took a sip, and said cheerfully, "If you've got the guts to come out and wave the flag, you must have some skills. If it wasn't you, it would have been you anyway."

"I don't make friends with just anyone; I only befriend those who are qualified."

Lin Tiansheng smiled knowingly, knowing that the undercover file from back then could no longer restrain Yang Sihai, so he simply revealed: "In order to prevent the foreigners from finding out, Brother Le destroyed your file."

"There's no need to worry about anything happening anymore."

Yang Sihai's eyes were slightly unfocused, showing that he was still affected by his undercover identity. Who would sign up for police academy, dreaming for three years and then another, hoping to become a triad boss?
The 1970s were the peak of Fuk Yee Hing. In the underworld, there was a saying: "The oldest Fuk Yee Hing, the largest Wo On Lok."

The name of the brand can be traced back to the "Wanbaoshan" branch of the Hongmen Fujian Hall in the Qing Dynasty. The former leaders, the "Ma Brothers," were the largest drug dealers in Asia. Relying on Lao Fu's connections in Singapore, Taiwan, Thailand, and Myanmar, their shipments were extremely large.

(The Fuk Yee Hing was originally composed of people from Fujian who spoke Hakka and Minnan dialects. During the period when they went to Southeast Asia, they opened branches all over the region.)

According to a report in the Ta Kung Pao on September 20, 1978, the Ma brothers absconded before their trial in the High Court. The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) issued an arrest warrant and officially announced that, according to available accounts, the amount of heroin trafficked by the Ma brothers to Asia was 9 times that of the Limpy Ho!
The total value exceeds HK$7 billion!

Excluding other community businesses.

The renowned Oriental Daily News was merely a company the Ma brothers created to whitewash their reputation. They also owned hundreds of other real estate, stock, and sales companies.

At their peak, the double-flower red sticks wielded immense power within the organization, so it's no surprise they would never return to the police force, let alone care about an undercover file.

Old Fu would love to have more undercover agents like that. "Heh," Yang Sihai chuckled coldly, puffing on his cigar, and said, "So, what do you need my help with?"

Lin Tiansheng didn't believe that a tattoo could make Yang Sihai obedient. Times had changed, and the dragon head on his back was dead.

It takes courage to play this card, but all that drives Yang Sihai is profit. Before the Renyi Teahouse sign is re-hung, and before the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world) are aware that the Remnant Gang has officially raised its banner...

He lacked the confidence to meet with Yang Sihai to discuss matters, but with the support of his remaining followers, he was no longer alone and could give it a try.

Lin Tiansheng slowly exhaled smoke and said calmly, "Our new era has arrived. Brother Le, you left me with this, and I'll count you in too. Back when the two Mas fled to Hong Kong, more than twenty members of the Fuk Yee Hing were arrested, and their power waned again and again. They gave up Central and Yau Tsim Mong, and now their largest branch is in Kwai Chung. Doesn't that make people laugh and say 'Old Fuk is old,' a sunset gang!"

Yang Sihai stared at Lin Tiansheng for a moment, then grinned and said, "Tch, I'm not buying your nonsense. I was too naive back then, which is why I ended up soaking in this bathhouse."

"I'm staying in the police force. Tonight, I'll be playing golf with the top officer, you believe it or not? Luckily, I woke up early, otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to soak in the hot springs. To put it bluntly, it's just that you're new to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau and can't make any progress, so you want me to 'create a horse' for you!"

The earliest form of "horse racing fixing" referred to foreigners at the Jockey Club rigging races to swindle money from racers. Later, it referred to triads and Chinese detectives engaging in fraudulent activities, with one side providing clues about rival gangs' crimes and the other cooperating to gain publicity and promote their subordinates while also helping them make money.

"Making a horse" and "Diaoyu" can be said to be two major traditions in Hong Kong's political arena, which are never outdated in any era or region.

The consequence of creating a criminal organization is that the organization's name becomes increasingly powerful, potentially turning the tables and dragging down the bosses behind it. Many political heavyweights have fallen from grace due to the backlash from illegal groups.

The desires of triads are endless. If they earn ten million this year, they want to earn one hundred million next year. After monopolizing the shady businesses, they want to monopolize the legitimate businesses. Once they become the leader of the triad, they want to become the regional leader.

Lin Tiansheng believed that if he continued to manipulate the situation, Yang Sihai would still agree, but the remnants of the gang would be dragged into the abyss, which would not be in line with the new signboard of the teahouse.

Therefore, before revealing his cards, he had to think carefully about how to play. Seeing Yang Sihai's arrogant demeanor, he remained unusually calm and said softly, "It's not 'creating a horse,' it's pulling the horse, startling the horse, killing the horse!!!"

"Then we'll claim land and run a horse race!"

Each word was more ruthless than the last, each sentence more ferocious than the last, yet the ending was calm and collected.

Seeing his sudden change in expression, Yang Sihai asked intently, "What kind of game is it?"

“Send money to that foreigner, the white guy in charge of the Mong Kok Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, named ‘Jess,’ and keep the evidence for me,” Lin Tiansheng said.

Yang Sihai frowned deeply. In the past, the triads and the Chinese detectives had always treated the foreigners with deference, never daring to provoke them. He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "The new way of doing things is to go from targeting the triads to targeting the foreigners?"

"You know how much meat the triads can make and how much profit the foreigners can extract, don't you?" Lin Tiansheng said. "After I take control of the Mong Kok Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, you can naturally bring Fuk Yee Hing into the fray. I won't interfere with how you fight or what you do. Just don't get caught by me."

Yang Sihai, holding a cigar, looked at him like he was an idiot: "You want me to do things, but you're not willing to give me any real benefits, and you expect me to fight for the territory? Isn't it supposed to be you bringing your men to clean up the mess before I bring my men in?"

Lin Tiansheng jumped out of the water with a "whoosh," stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, and said, "Kill that Englishman's horse, and I'll clean up your name."

(End of this chapter)