Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

"I don't know if you attended the hearing of the Political Department's case on Queensway this afternoon."

All I know is that some people in court assert that without evidence, anyone is innocent!

I was so happy when those two foreigners got beaten to death!

But whether they live or die is none of my business!

Li Wenbin's voice was equally chilling.

"So, you're planning to use this method to deal with the police from now on?"

"In what way?"

"You know perfectly well what method you're going to use!"

Ho Yiu-chung sneered: "Inspector Lee, why don't you investigate this properly?"

I won't admit it in the jail cell, but on my own turf, I can lay it all out on you!

Since I became the head of Wo Luen Shing, what has I done that violated public order and good morals?

Which investment deal did not comply with Hong Kong Island laws?

"I haven't paid any taxes! The money I've spent on these neighbors is almost enough to pay your police force's salaries for half a year!"

As He Yaozong spoke, he took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette.

Li Wenbin, with his sharp eyes, recognized the lighter as the one He Yaozong had taken from him the previous night.

But then He Yaozong continued.

"What have I done wrong? These people were driven out of the city by you, and they don't even have a place to stay!"

In the past, they were able to do some small business in the Walled City. If I hadn't stepped in to help them, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to even afford the monthly rent for their low-rent housing!

Without a place to live, what do you think they would do?

Go sell noodles, go dig for all sorts of shady stuff!

I think your police force should really thank me. It was me who maintained public order for you!

These words left Li Wenbin speechless.

Regardless, He Yaozong did indeed spend real money to do these things.

But this time he came with a mission assigned by the Commissioner of Police.

The situation at Kai Tak Airport has escalated to an unmanageable point, and the police force must find a scapegoat to close the case before tonight…

Chapter 150 Fatty Li, once you're in prison, don't even think about leaving alive!

"He Yaozong, now all those who deserved to die are dead!"

I suggest that while I can still manage this matter, you should quickly find someone to take charge of it.

You need to understand, the two people who died were British..."

"What, in your opinion, Inspector Li, are foreigners' lives more precious?"

Before Li Wenbin could finish speaking, He Yaozong interrupted him.

Li Wenbin was stunned for a moment, but he could already read the information that He Yaozong wanted from his eyes.

He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"Then can you tell me straight, what exactly do you mean?"

"Li sir, as you've seen, I wasn't the one who started this whole thing!"

Since someone has stirred things up, I have no choice but to follow through to the end.

I have to correct what you just said. This matter is no longer something that you, as the head of the OTC (Organization of the Communist Party), can handle.

"The residents of the walled city have been so kind to me, and the brothers in the gang have been so supportive. If I were to find someone to take the blame now, what would these people who risked their lives for me think of me?"

Behind closed doors, He Yaozong simply laid his cards on the table, which greatly surprised Li Wenbin.

"He Yaozong, what good will you get from doing this!"

"Li sir, in your eyes, do people like us always need to get something in return for doing our jobs?!"

He Yaozong stood up, glared at Li Wenbin, and then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"If you insist on saying what the benefits are, then I might as well tell you."

In my entire life, the thing I can't tolerate most is a moment of frustration or anger!

"I'm afraid you won't even be able to get over this before the British deport you!"

"Deportation? Don't be ridiculous, Officer Lee!"

He Yaozong couldn't help but scoff: "What era do you think we're living in? 56, the Double Ten Storm?"

Don't forget, in less than a few years, it will be the foreigners who will be out of here!

Li Wenbin's lips twitched slightly; clearly, this attempt to act as an intermediary on behalf of Cai Yuanqi had once again ended in failure.

He knew there was no need to continue, but just as he was about to get up and leave, Li Wenbin stopped in his tracks.

Li Wenbin gave He Yaozong a deep look and said earnestly.

"The police will certainly not let this go unpunished, given that these two Englishmen died at the hands of the walled city residents."

The police force is definitely going to do something big. When I get back, I'll try to get you an extra day from the police department.

If you've thought it through, you can call me anytime, and we can resolve this matter amicably.

If you still can't figure it out, the police force will definitely start working on it after tomorrow morning.

With so many members like you at Lian Sheng, there's bound to be a time when you slip up; there's no escaping it!

After saying that, Li Wenbin walked straight downstairs.

Ordinary citizens may not understand politics, but the leaders of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) must not be ignorant of politics.

He knew that even if the tragedy at Kai Tak Airport hadn't happened today, the streets of Hong Kong Island would have witnessed a new era of riots in a different form in the future.

But Li Wenbin couldn't care less about all that. As the head of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, all he wanted was for the triads to be in order and for Hong Kong Island to be peaceful while he was in office!

He will keep a close watch on anyone who dares to disrupt the security he has created and protected.

That's it!

After Li Wenbin left, He Yaozong took out his phone and called Jiang Tianyang of Hung Hing.

The two agreed to have tea at Bijia Mountain the next morning, which would also serve as a formal meeting.

Just as He Yaozong was about to hang up the phone, Jiang Tianyang suddenly asked a question.

“Brother He, I often heard people mention you when I was in Thailand.”

"Young and promising, do you know any good patriotic opportunities you could introduce me to?"

"Mr. Jiang, patriotism is not a business; it can't be done by just talking about it."

If you could do what I did, spending real money just to gain a reputation, then naturally people would come to you to discuss patriotism.

"Brother, you're really meticulous. How about this, I'll come over tomorrow, and we can all discuss this matter in detail?"

In Jiang Tianyang's view, He Yaozong must have something to rely on to dare to defy public opinion like this.

Now, the Jiang family has also been dragged onto He Yaozong's ship. Although Jiang Tianyang was entrusted by his elder brother to take charge of Hongxing, he did not have enough backing, and he always felt a chill down his spine.

Foreigners are like centipedes that die but don't fall down. Even though their situation in Hong Kong is now destined to decline, they are not people that these so-called triad bosses can easily offend.

……

8:30 p.m., Stanley Prison, Cell A.

There's less than half an hour left before the lights-out whistle blows.

This is a rare moment of relaxation for the prisoners during their day.

"Bai Zha, are you fucking going to choose or not?"

"Are those three clubs really as difficult to choose from as his mother's?"

Inside the cell, Sanghao, picking at his calloused feet, yelled impatiently at a shirtless, fat man in front of him.

The fat man patted his round belly, his brows furrowing for a moment.

In front of him was a dismantled bed board with three pieces of paper and three packs of colorful cigarettes on it.

The slips of paper were written with the names of three triads: Yi Zi Tui, Hung Hing, and Tung Sing.

Tonight I received a call from Killer Xiong. A new recruit has been imprisoned, and several bigwigs in the cells are gathered together, betting on which gang this guy belongs to.

Seeing that Sanghao was urging him again, Bai Zha couldn't help but complain.

"Sanghao, give me at least a hint!"

Choosing one of three is unfair to me.

"What do you mean it's unfair? If I lose, you give me a pack; if I win, you take two packs. It's just a few cigarettes, why are you making such a fuss!"

Sanghao snapped his fingers as he spoke, then shouted at a prisoner who was making his bed.

"Situ, come over here and light a cigarette for Boss Bai!"

"If he smokes this cigarette, he'll have no choice but to choose tonight!"

As soon as Sanghao finished speaking, the old bird who was making the bed immediately came running over.

He took the matches that Sanghao threw to him, opened a pack of cigarettes on the table, and enthusiastically handed it to Bai Zha.

But then Sanghao let out a cold laugh.

"Take this cigarette, it's free. The superintendent will personally light it for you. There are very few people in the entire cell who receive this kind of treatment."

The one who lit Bai Zha's cigarette was none other than Situ Jie, who had been in prison for two months.

After two months of training, Situ Jie started doing chores like making urinals and cleaning toilets, and his former sharpness as a police superintendent had long been worn down.

Now he's been trained by Sanghao to be more obedient than a dog.

Bai Zha took the cigarette and let Situ Jie light it for him, unable to help but sigh.