Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

He asked himself honestly, and realized that he had helped these people in the past only for his own selfish interests.

But to the residents of the walled city, this was Ho Yiu-chung's sincere heart!

Since the so-called 'reconstruction' of Hong Kong Island, Kowloon Walled City has always been regarded as an enclave that harbors filth and corruption.

For generations, the people of the walled city have been trapped within it, unable to break free of that invisible cage.

They don't enjoy any of the benefits they deserve. The biggest thing the Hong Kong government has done for them is that the Environmental Protection Department sends vehicles over every day to check if there are any bodies in the Walled City that need to be taken away.

The demolition of the walled city only began after the Sino-British Joint Declaration was issued.

Even so, all they receive is the 'benefit' of paying their low-rent housing rent on time each month.

Now someone is stepping forward and telling them that they will build them a thousand-square-foot mansion for free, provide them with a secure life, and even give their descendants the opportunity to sit in a school and study.

How could they not do everything in their power to protect He Yaozong's safety?

Residents of the walled city, lacking rule of law, believe most in human kindness.

He Yaozong now understood why Di Qiuning was willing to let the land deeds rot in his hands, and why he was willing to do everything in his power to find a decent way out for the residents of the walled city.

Interpersonal relationships shouldn't be solely based on self-interest; a touch of human warmth is still necessary...

Li Wenbin was pushed out of the crowd, but he was desperately calling for reinforcements to find the gunman who fired the shot.

He can't care about the political department anymore; this kind of thing is like mud falling into your crotch—even if it's not shit, it's still shit.

If the gunman isn't brought to justice, he can already imagine the overwhelming public outcry tomorrow morning that could drown their entire police force!

However, the streets of the arsenal were already crowded with a chaotic mob, so there was no chance for these police officers to break out.

Looking at these rioters, each with red eyes, as if they wanted to devour them alive, Li Wenbin was at a loss for what to do.

After a long while, he had no choice but to take out his phone, find a place to hide, and call the Commissioner of Police, Choi Yuen-kei...

The gunman who fired the shot had already left in a car.

Qiu Gang'ao was driving, and Dabazi was sitting in the back seat.

"Hurry up, get on the boat and sink this gun overboard, then I'll feel at ease!"

The target practicer was carrying a fishing bag containing the sniper rifle he had just used.

As Qiu Gang'ao sped towards the North Point Pier, he spoke.

"At a distance of more than 100 meters, and at night, do you really think they would dare to fire a shot?!"

Brother, aren't you afraid the bullet might miss and actually hurt Mr. He?

The target shooter had an arrogant look on his face.

"Mr. He trusts me, which is why he entrusted me with this task."

What's a mere 100-meter nighttime target? If I miss, the next shot will hit me right in the head!

Chapter 147 Serving as a dog for foreigners: wagging your tail is acceptable, but shaking your head is not!

"Superintendent David, are you saying that your Special Branch really didn't send a gunman to assassinate Ho Yiu-chung?"

At 12:20 a.m., in the Mid-Levels of Victoria Peak, at David Jordan's residence.

Cai Yuanqi sat in a Louis XIV chair and questioned Jordan, the head of the political department.

David, clutching the button on his suit sleeve, responded in a deep voice.

"Director, our Political Department is civilized."

If they wanted to use such crude methods to assassinate Ho Yiu-chung, would they have bothered with the police force and causing all this trouble?

Since the establishment of the ICAC, the Hong Kong Island Police Force has opened all positions of inspector rank and above to Chinese police officers.

Even now, the Commissioner of Police can be a Chinese police officer, but that doesn't mean that these elite foreigners who are in the upper echelons of the police force would think more highly of Cai Yuanqi.

David never regarded Cai Yuanqi as his superior. He was loyal to the Governor of Hong Kong, and in his view, Cai Yuanqi should be more grateful to himself for giving him this opportunity to show his loyalty to the British Hong Kong government.

Cai Yuanqi was displeased, but he still pretended to be nonchalant and spoke.

“Mr. David, don’t think I don’t know what your political department is thinking.”

You are simply trying to use this opportunity to win over the Li family and provide your political department with operating funds.

But don't forget, your Special Branch is also under the Police Force! Right now, the whole of Hong Kong Island is saying that your Special Branch shot Ho Yiu-chung.

Not only can our police force not touch Ho Yiu-chung now, but in order to avoid suspicion, we also have to take care of Ho Yiu-chung's safety in the hospital. With our police force keeping an eye on him, and now that the members of Luen Shing are causing trouble in Hong Kong Island, there is even less way to make a fuss about him!

Shouldn't your political department step forward and make a statement?!

Perhaps sensing the slight anger in Cai Yuanqi's words, David chuckled softly.

He immediately said, "He Yaozong is indeed a remarkable person. As a member of a triad, he actually knows how to play the same tricks as politicians!"

I have reason to suspect that this was an assassination attempt he orchestrated himself in front of the media.

However, it's not that simple for him to try and shift the blame onto our political department!

Cai Yuanqi leaned back in his chair.

“Mr. David, I must remind you again.”

Whether you like it or not, the Special Branch is, at least nominally, subordinate to the Hong Kong Island Police Force!

Now, in front of a group of media, Ho Yiu-chung has stated that he has found the real culprit who assassinated Chiang Tin-sang.

If this incident was indeed committed by your political department, I hope you will step forward and take responsibility for it!

To bring shame upon the Hong Kong Island Police Force is to bring shame upon Sir David Wilson!

After finishing the conversation and dividing the blame, Cai Yuanqi got up, turned around, and left David's residence.

After Cai Yuanqi left, David's previously calm expression immediately turned flustered.

There was no one else in the room, so he didn't care about maintaining his composure and hurriedly ran to the telephone to dial a number.

The call was to Fatty Li.

At this moment, Fatty Li was still fast asleep.

He was unaware of what had happened on Junqichang Street in the first half of the night.

The phone rang, startling Fatty Li awake from his sleep. He quickly turned on the bedside lamp and picked up the receiver.

"Hey?"

"Mr. Li!"

Fatty Li was startled, and immediately felt as if he had heard his own father's voice.

"Mr. David, why are you calling me so late?"

"There's something I need to tell you. As far as I know, that Tung Sing guy you contacted has already left Hong Kong Island!"

Fatty Li rubbed his eyes: "Mr. David, you mean... Chen Tianxiong ran away?"

"That doesn't make sense. He's giving up his business in Hong Kong?"

David didn't answer Fatty Li's question. Instead, he told Fatty Li the truth about what had happened on Arsenal Street that night.

When Fat Man Li heard that the two gunmen sent out by Crow were likely to fall into Jiang Tianyang's hands, he was immediately alarmed.

“Mr. David! This…how is this possible?”

Perhaps it's that scoundrel He Yaozong trying to fool us. He's incredibly cunning; we can't trust him easily!

"So Mr. Li, what evidence do you have to prove that He Yaozong is lying to us?"

What if he's telling the truth?

This question stumped Fatty Li.

However, he took a deep breath and replied, "Mr. David, at least Jiang Tianyang has just returned to Hong Kong, and during this time, he has been very close to me."

Even the introduction of a group of leaders from the Hung Hing Society was arranged by me.

If he knew about our plan, how could Jiang Tianyang…

"Alright, Mr. Li, stop making wild guesses."

"Now I need you to do something for me. The honor and disgrace of the Political Department rest on your shoulders!"

Fatty Li's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

“Mr. David, please speak!”

"Isn't Ho Yiu-chung trying to use the pretext of being shot to smear the Political Department?"

Since he wants to die, why don't we grant his wish?

He's staying in a private room at Kwong Wah Hospital tonight, and the police are keeping a close watch on him.

Why don't you just confirm the assassination and get rid of He Yaozong? Then there will be no way to prove it!

This way, you've avenged yourself, and it's also equivalent to avenging Chiang Tin-sang. Now that Chiang Tin-yang has secured his position as the leader of Hung Hing, he'll definitely give you an important role!

Fatty Li was in a dilemma for a moment.

Just as he was hesitating, the voice on the other end of the phone became less polite.

"Mr. Li, anyone can take the blame for shooting He Yaozong, but our political department must not take it!"

Moreover, this is a great honor for you members of the Hung Hing Society.

With our Political Department backing you up in Hong Kong, you're guaranteed a long and successful career!

With just a few words, he intimidated Fatty Li.

There was no way around it; he was too deeply intertwined with the Political Department.

If the dirty deeds he and the Political Department committed are exposed, those people in the Political Department can simply walk away without a care in the world.

Fat Lai is different; he's destined to be used as a sacrificial pawn by the Political Department.

Whether he can get through the legal process is another matter, but I'm afraid neither Hung Hing nor Wo Luen Shing will give him the chance to walk into court alive!

The thought of the ways He Yaozong had tortured him sent a chill down Fatty Li's spine.

Now he has no choice but to stick to the political department to the end.