"Tan Cheng is the boss of Tiancheng Foreign Trade Company. This company is engaged in import and export, and the business is quite large. The company is located in the New Territories North."

“Mr. Yao is the owner of this company. He usually stays at home and doesn’t go to the company. The address is a villa in a residential area in Tseung Kwan O.”

"We've found Mark Lee too. He's the car washer for Tam Shing, the cleaner, and he's lame. He should be the one you're looking for, Officer Ma."

"As for Sung Tsz-ho, he returned to Hong Kong Island half a month ago and is now working as a taxi driver at a repair shop called Uncle Kin. The taxi's address happens to be in Kowloon City District, which is within our jurisdiction."

"Okay, prepare two copies of the detailed information. I'll have someone come and pick them up... Then, wait for my message."

"yes sir!"

……

……

half an hour,

The information then ended up in the hands of Ma Zhichao and Tian Yangsheng.

Upon seeing Tan Cheng's photo, Ma Zhichao immediately recognized him as Tan Cheng from "A Better Tomorrow"!

Little Ma, let's go.

Mr. Yao, to the top.

Song Zihao, facing up.

Ma Zhichao made a phone call to Tian Yangsheng.

"Send 200 quick-thinking people to take turns tracking Tan Cheng, Mr. Yao, and that company. Be as detailed as possible, but don't alert them..."

Tian Yangsheng: "Yes!"

Afterwards, Ma Zhichao made a few more phone calls.

Then he put on his clothes, left the office, exited the police station, and hailed a taxi.

……

On the political side,

After the new minister, Craven, returned from the meeting, he remained very wary of Ma Zhichao.

Has Ma Zhichao made any moves lately?

The secretary reported: "Since we can't eavesdrop, we can only investigate the actions of his chief Zhou Xingxing, Chen Jiaju, Liang Xiaorou, and others... Currently, these people haven't made any moves... No, there is one action: when Ma Zhichao returned to the police station after the meeting, he had Liang Xiaorou compile a list of recent major cases..."

Craven: "Can you get your hands on this list?"

The secretary shook her head: "It's a bit difficult. Almost everyone in the West Kowloon Police Station idolizes Ma Zhichao."

Craven: "Besides this, has Ma Zhichao taken any other actions?"

Secretary: "No."

Craven frowned immediately: "No, judging from Ma Zhichao's performance at the meeting, he should have taken action."

Secretary: "It's possible that Ma Zhichao hasn't found a suitable case yet..."

At this moment,

A political operative approached: "Ma Zhichao's latest move: he got into a taxi, but we don't know where he's going."

The secretary asked in surprise, "A taxi? Why would he take a taxi when he has a car?"

Craven asked excitedly, "Could it be that Ma Zhichao is going to meet some special person?"

Then give the order!

"Keep a close watch! We must find out where Ma Zhichao went!"

Political Department Agent: "Yes, sir!"

……

That's right,

At that moment, Ma Zhichao was sitting in the taxi.

However, Ma Zhichao was not going anywhere.

Ma Zhichao's target was inside the taxi.

"Mr. Song!"

"Officer Ma..."

Song Zihao looked at Ma Zhichao, who was sitting in the back seat with a swagger.

His handsome face, striking good looks, and undeniable domineering and dignified aura made Song Zihao feel uneasy.

He recognized Ma Zhichao at a glance.

After all, Ma Zhichao is too famous; he's basically been the subject of gossip and legend among his colleagues all this time.

"Officer Ma, where are we going?"

"Let's go to Tseung Kwan O..."

"Okay, Sir, sit tight, I'm about to drive..."

The taxi started slowly and smoothly, demonstrating Song Zihao's attentive service.

Ma Zhichao glanced outside and saw several suspicious-looking people pretending not to be watching him; they were undoubtedly from the Political Department.

Ma Zhichao's lips curled into a smile.

The more intense the surveillance, the easier it is for them to set traps for you.

“Mr. Song… Actually, I came here to see you this time.”

The vehicle shook.

Song Zihao forced a smile: "Mr. Ma, don't joke around. I'm just an ordinary taxi driver."

Ma Zhichao chuckled: "Brother Hao has been back in Hong Kong for so long, he should know me, Ma Zhichao... Since I, Ma Zhichao, have come to your door, I certainly didn't come without a reason."

Song Zihao understood.

He sighed and said, "I wonder what advice Sir Ma has to offer."

Ma Zhichao: "I need you to act as an intermediary and make contact with Tan Cheng!"

Song Zihao immediately refused: "No, I have already retired from the martial arts world and no longer care about its affairs!"

Ma Zhichao scoffed: "Leave the underworld? Wherever there are people, there is the underworld. Can you really leave? Ever since you returned to Hong Kong Island, you have already entered the vortex of this underworld."

Song Zihao shook his head again, very firmly: "I'm sorry, I really can't help you with this."

Ma Zhichao didn't take it seriously. He took out a photo, which was a picture of Little Ma picking up money from the ground, with Tan Cheng and his underlings laughing and humiliating him.

It was handed to Song Zihao.

"You should know this person."

Song Zihao took the photo and was immediately shocked. The more he looked at it, the reddened his eyes and a tear rolled down his cheek.

"pony……!"

Deeply saddened.

Ma Zhichao: "This man went to Taiwan for you, then had his leg amputated and became lame. He could have left long ago, but he wanted to wait for you to come back and reclaim the glory he deserved..."

Then, Ma Zhichao took out another photo—Song Zijie in a police uniform.

It was handed to Song Zihao.

"This is Song Zijie, a senior police officer at Sham Shui Po Police Station... He has been a police officer for 4 years and has made many merits, but he has never been promoted to sergeant... Why? Because he has an older brother who used to be a criminal, and he couldn't pass the background check."

Song Zihao watched as Song Zijie stretched out his police uniform, and his heart trembled upon hearing Ma Zhichao's words.

Ma Zhichao: "When you're in the martial arts world, you're not in control of your own destiny. It's not like you can just quit whenever you want... This time, you helped me deal with Tan Cheng, and your brother got his revenge. I can transfer your younger brother to work under me; getting a promotion is a very simple matter."

Song Zihao hesitated.

Ma Zhichao sneered: "I, Ma Zhichao, have already shown you this much sincerity. I hope you won't be ungrateful and won't stop until you see the coffin!"

The previous sentence refers to sweet dates.

The following sentence is a big stick, a blatant threat.

Song Zihao thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, Officer Ma, please let me know if you need anything. I hope you will keep your promise."

Ma Zhichao finally smiled: "I, Ma Zhichao, am known for treating my subordinates well, you don't need to say more."

Song Zihao: "Thank you."

Ma Zhichao: "Remember to keep it a secret."

Song Zihao: "Okay."

quickly,

The plane arrived in Tseung Kwan O and stopped in front of TVB's new building.

Ma Zhichao got out of the car, then went to the store to buy a bouquet of flowers, and went directly to the reporters' department to find Le Huizhen.

Let's go to Cointreau Hotel!

It was another night of constant gunfire.

……

Political Department

"Report: Ma Zhichao took a taxi to Tseung Kwan O, and then took Lok Wai-ching to the Grand Hotel."

The secretary reported to the new minister, Craven.

Craven: "??????"

I always feel like there's something wrong.

However, they couldn't immediately pinpoint the problem.

"Continue tracking!"

"Yes!"

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