Hong Kong film: People in Wo Luen Shing, summoning the King of Fighters.

Fan Xin knew this was true, his face darkened, and he put the handcuffs away.

Chen Jialuo, Daimon Goro, and Maxima swaggered towards the entrance of the hall. The henchmen shouted for Chen Jialuo and the others not to leave.

"Don't worry, it won't be long before Inspector Fan respectfully kowtows three times and sends us back." Maxima chuckled, "Everyone, just go home."

Once inside the van, Fan Xin stepped on the gas and sped off, terrified that his henchmen would rush over and overturn the vehicle.

Chapter 309 I hope Inspector Fan will always be this tough.

Seeing this, Chen Jialuo, sitting in the back seat, smacked his lips and said sarcastically, "Fan sir, with your guts, you still want to work as a police officer? You should just quit long ago."

Maxima chuckled, "Who says otherwise? The most important thing when you're out in the game is not to be afraid of death."

"If you're afraid of dying, don't go out into the world, especially if you mess with people you can't afford to offend," Goro Daimon said coldly.

Upon arriving at the East Kowloon Police Station, Chan Ka-lok and the other two were separated and placed in different interrogation rooms.

Fan Xin said coldly, "Tell me, how did you kill the big boss of the Joint Commission?"

Chen Jialuo yawned. "Who said I killed him? Where are the witnesses and evidence? Show them to me. There's nothing here. What am I supposed to say?"

“Chen Jialuo, I advise you to confess honestly! That way, I can make sure you’re comfortable in there. Otherwise—” Fan Xin said, then sneered.

With a slight smile, Chen Jialuo feigned fear, "Oh dear, officer, as a public official, how can you threaten ordinary citizens? Wouldn't that make you the villain you're portraying yourself as? Tsk tsk tsk, I knew it! How could Hong Kong's 307 possibly have a figure like Bao Zheng? Oh dear—"

"Hurry up and confess!" Fan Xin slammed his hand on the table, making the water glass on it shake. "Don't put up a futile resistance." Chen Jialuo looked at him with a cold smile. "Fan sir, I hope you can stay this tough."

After saying that, he closed his eyes to rest.

If it were anyone else, Fan Xin would have plenty of ways to get a confession, but this person was Chen Jialuo. He was genuinely worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it, even though it was on his own turf.

Moreover, he dared not send Chen Jialuo to his death with a single shot. Because of Chen Jialuo's identity...

So all he can do now is wait for Chen Jialuo to confess and then send him to jail through legal channels.

The police officer on the other side wasn't as tough as Fan Xin.

Everyone comes out here just to make a living; there's no need to ruin your family. It's just a job.

Maxima wanted coffee, so Fan Xin's team members brought it to him. Daimon Goro wanted snail rice noodles, so Fan Xin's team members ran out to buy them for him.

"Brother, this isn't where we want to go. Don't cause us any trouble once we get out."

"Yes, I have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise."

While eating snail rice noodles, Daimon Goro said, "Don't worry, with your attitude, I won't make things difficult for you."

Meanwhile, news of Chan Ka-lok's arrest and imprisonment by the East Kowloon Anti-Triad Unit spread at an extremely rapid pace.

and Lian Sheng.

"Grandpa, what should we do about Prince Luo?"

Deng Wei didn't move his hand as he ate the ice jelly. "If something happens to me, nothing will happen to him. That little brat, A Luo, is very shrewd. Tell the people below to behave themselves."

“That’s true. Last time, when I was involved in the case of Wilson’s death, I was detained at the police station and nothing happened. This time it’s just a minor incident, so I’ll definitely be fine,” said Advisor Su.

"Any unusual activity from other gangs?" Deng Wei asked. "Big Head was killed, and an entire gang was wiped out. A Luo's men are just like him, all wolves."

"The Associated Society has lost face big time. They've put up a trap and want Prince Luo and his gang's heads." Advisor Su held up five fingers. "They're asking for this much."

"Five million." Deng Wei curled his lip. "That's really poor."

“But the under-the-table deals from other gangs, when added together, amount to quite a lot,” said Master Su, frowning.

"It's alright, having more underhanded dealings is more impressive. It's embarrassing to be out there without them," Deng Wei said with a chuckle. "This old man still has seven million in underhanded dealings on the black market."

The advisor, Su, smiled and said, "Mine is far inferior to yours; this is all I have." He held up three fingers as he spoke.

"Three million? That's not bad," Deng Wei said, looking at the money.

“Three million would be better, I only have three hundred thousand,” said Su Bushuang, the advisor.

Deng Wei was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"Three hundred thousand!? Only three hundred thousand?"

The advisor, Su, said angrily, "You're mocking me! I shouldn't have told you."

Deng Wei laughed until tears streamed down his face. "No, I wasn't mocking you. I was just feeling emotional."

"You're laughing so hard you're crying before you've even started to laugh." The advisor, Su, was extremely displeased. "I'm an old man, I retired a long time ago, unlike you, who's the head of Wo Luen Shing. I'm just your messenger, you're not bad for the price."

"Yes, yes, you're right, your analysis makes sense. But...I...I still find it funny." Deng Wei couldn't help but laugh again.

Hung Hing.

Jiang Tianyang used to do business in Thailand. After his brother Jiang Tiansheng got into trouble, twelve gang leaders flew from Hong Kong to invite him to take over as the head of the gang, which is why he came.

Indeed, just as Thirteen Sister and the others had thought, Jiang Tianyang was now cleaning up the mess left by Jiang Tiansheng and accurately seizing the opportunity to cooperate with Chen Jialuo.

It devoured 20% of Dongxing's territory, slowly transforming from a crippled tiger into a newborn cub.

Chapter 310 The Open Struggle Between Two Forces

Douyan Underground Boxing Stadium, the top-ranked boxing stadium in Hung Hing, is the highest-earning venue.

On the stage, two boxers, one red and one blue, were exchanging blows, and the battle had reached a fever pitch.

"Come on, Cannon, who do you think will win?" Jiang Tianyang asked.

Cannon was one of the more prominent henchmen in the Hung Hing during this period. He had been a martial monk at the Shaolin Temple and learned a great deal of hard qigong.

"I don't understand," said the cannon.

"Thirteenth Sister, what do you think?" Jiang-Tianyang asked Thirteenth Sister.

“He looks like the red one,” Thirteen Sister said. “He has a very structured way of boxing.”

Jiang Tianyang chuckled, "Good eye. He comes from a famous family, but he's about to lose."

Before he could finish speaking, the blue boxer punched the red boxer in the left cheek, causing the red boxer to fall to the side and collapse to the ground.

"Why did you lose?" Thirteen Sister asked.

"Hahaha, because he took my money. As long as the price is right, he'll let anyone lie down, even goddesses. Hahahaha."

At this moment, Brother Ji walked in and said with a smile, "Breaking news, Chen Jialuo has been arrested."

"Arrested? Who arrested him?"

Upon hearing this, the Hung Hing gang leaders were taken aback for a moment, and then asked in unison.

“A senior inspector from East Kowloon named Fan Xin. Heh heh, this is going to be interesting.” Brother Kei looked at Chiang Tin-yeung. “Mr. Chiang, do you think Chan Ka-lok will be able to get away this time?”

Jiang Tianyang took a big sip of his cigar and said, "Of course I hope he can't get away."

"Should we lend a hand again?" Brother Ji asked.

With a wave of his hand, he said, "We don't need to exert ourselves; there are plenty of others who can. If Chen Jialuo gets out, we can go over and offer him some comfort or take advantage of him."

"If you really can't get out, go and get some free stuff. Hey, you can get in and out at the same time!" Jiang Tianyang laughed heartily. "Come on, let's continue watching the boxing!"

The Hong Kong triads—the United Daily News, the Number Gang, the Sanlian Gang, and the newly formed Red Ying Society (a small triad group that came from the Tung Sing)—were all keeping Hong Kong triads up all night.

Chen Jialuo, meanwhile, sat on a chair, idly picking at his ear piercings.

"Fan sir, how about you get me a three-year college entrance exam and five-year mock exam book? It's not good for me to just sit here doing nothing."

Fan Xin's face was quite ugly. "You're a criminal now, and you're still making demands."

“That’s not how it works,” Chen Jialuo shrugged and said lazily. “At most, I’m just a criminal suspect. The court hasn’t convicted me yet, so how could I be a criminal? Sir, your legal knowledge isn’t as good as mine as my gangster skills.”

"Pah!" Fan Xin stood up. "Fine, you won't talk, huh? Let's see how long you can keep up this act."

Suddenly, the interrogation room door was kicked open with a loud thud.

The newcomer, wearing a black hat and a white uniform, said coldly, "Inspector Fan, release him."

This person was none other than Chan Yee, the deputy commissioner of the East Kowloon Police Station.

"Director Chen." Fan Xin's face turned even uglier, but he still didn't want to release him. "Chen Jialuo is suspected of multiple crimes, including intentional injury, assault with a weapon, and gang fighting. Arresting him is reasonable and in accordance with the law."

Chen Yi said coldly, "I'm telling you to release them, are you going to release them or not?" He looked at Chen Jialuo as he spoke.

He only learned about Chen Jialuo's capture after receiving a call from Li Feng. If it were any other shorty, capturing them wouldn't have been a big deal, but what about Chen Jialuo?

Was he just an ordinary short mule?

No, he's not! What kind of people did he gather under his command? How dare Fan Xin lead just two of his men into the hall and arrest them?

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He thinks he's a nine-tailed fox! With nine lives? If Chen Jialuo gave the order, even 100 wouldn't be enough to chop him down.

After receiving Li Feng's call, he received calls from district councilors and various business owners, and the calls just kept coming in.

Chen Jialu waved to him and gave him a smile, "Director Chen, we meet again."

Some of the money he put in ended up in Chen Yi's pocket. However, the two only met a couple of times; it was always the underlings who delivered the money, and that was it.

“I…Director,” Fan Xin said, his neck stiff. “He’s involved in the case, and I’m still investigating.”

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