Hong Kong film: Drowned by the Chiang family? I launch a massive attack on Hung Hing.

"Guoming, I've been waiting for your call."

Qin Jiang's voice came through the receiver.

"Uncle Jiang, I..."

“Guoming, I know what you want to say. Hong Kong Island will be in chaos these days. If you feel you can’t stand it, take a few days off. Write a leave request and hand it to me tomorrow, and I’ll give you special permission.”

Song Guoming had just opened his mouth when Qin Jiang interrupted him.

"Uncle Jiang, why is that? Isn't our duty as the police force to maintain the stability of Hong Kong Island? Why do we, the police force, deceive ourselves and pretend we don't know when we know that Hong Kong Island is going to be in chaos?"

Song Guoming's face was full of resentment and dissatisfaction.

“Guoming, Hong Kong Island is ultimately the foreigners’ Hong Kong Island. Normally, when no one infringes on their interests, they put on a show, as if they respect the rule of law and the law. But if someone really infringes on their interests, the rule of law is just a joke.”

At this point, Qin Jiang sighed deeply and continued, "Guoming, remember this: the law is a tool in the hands of the rulers. When they want to use it, the law is supreme; when they don't want to use it, it's just a piece of waste paper."

"..."

Upon hearing Qin Jiang's words, Song Guoming froze, gripping the microphone and remaining silent for a long time.

His values, shaped over decades, seemed to be shattered at this moment. The rule of law and democracy he once believed in in Hong Kong, and his proud identity as a law enforcement officer, now seemed like a joke, a complete and utter joke.

"Guoming, take a break for a while. You're not in the right condition to work."

On the other end of the phone, Qin Jiang seemed to see Song Guoming's current state and slowly spoke.

"Uncle Jiang, is there really no way?"

After listening to Qin Jiang's words, Song Guoming asked a question. At that moment, the expression on his face was like that of a drowning person trying to grasp at the last straw.

"Adapt to all of this, strive to climb higher, and once you reach a high enough position, perhaps things can change, perhaps."

Qin Jiang originally wanted to offer Song Guoming some words of comfort, but even he himself didn't believe it. He sighed and slowly said, "Guoming, write a leave slip."

"..."

Song Guoming didn't know how he hung the receiver back on the telephone. He walked listlessly to the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, looking at the still prosperous night view of Hong Kong Island. But at this moment, this once familiar scene felt so strange to him.

"Police? Upholding the law? What a joke!"

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Song Guoming's face. Then he reached out to take off the police badge hanging around his neck.

However, the moment his hand touched the ribbon, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly stood up, pressed himself against the window, and looked up at the deep night sky.

"Li Jun, what would you do now?"

[105] The bloody battle in Causeway Bay broke the backbone of Sun Kee, Wo Luen Shing, and the Number Gang, making them their dogs.

That night, Li Jun's "battle veterans" put their skills to the test.

Sun Kee, Numbers Gang, and Wo Luen Shing were like bulls that had seen a red cloth; they all went berserk.

From Tuen Mun to Sai Kung, from Sha Tin to Tsim Sha Tsui, from the Central and Western District to the Eastern District, from Causeway Bay to the Southern District, the entire Hong Kong Island is in chaos except for the areas inhabited by the indigenous people of the New Territories.

The territories of various Hung Hing triads were besieged by members of the Sun Kee, Number Gang, and Wo Luen Shing triads.

In other words, Li Jun had made arrangements in advance, sending 10 "battle veterans" to each branch as vanguards, while tightening the defense, abandoning most of the territory, and only defending a few large venues.

When gangsters are "fighting," they all rely on momentum. When things are going well, they're all tough guys; when things are going badly, they all run away faster than the last.

The reason why Red Pole and Double Flower Red Pole have high status in the gang is not because they can actually fight ten or a hundred people at once, but because in large-scale battles, having a fierce person who can lead the charge can weaken the enemy's morale and boost the morale of one's own side.

Li Jun's status as a "battle veteran" serves this purpose.

With 10 skilled and fearless men standing in front of you, the sense of security you create is unbeatable.

That's why Hung Hing managed to hold out against the relentless attacks from the three triads: Sun Kee, Wo Luen Shing, and Number Gang.

After that night, a consensus was reached in the Hong Kong underworld that Hung Hing was now the undisputed number one triad in Hong Kong.

Of course, along with this consensus, another consensus also emerged: this first society wouldn't last long.

No one believed that Hung Hing could really withstand the siege by the three triads, Sun Kee, Number Gang, and Wo Luen Shing, especially with the Hong Kong Island police completely refraining from intervention.

That morning, as the three leaders designated by Li Jun before his departure, Da Fei, Jiu Wenlong, and Ye Qiu made a decision to convene a Hung Hing triad meeting to discuss how Hung Hing should deal with the siege by the three triads, Sun Kei, Number Gang, and Wo Luen Shing.

However, for security reasons, this time the triad meeting was not held at the Hung Hing Martial Arts Academy, but at the Shimao Group's commercial center in Causeway Bay.

Inside a bathhouse in Kwai Tsing.

Upon receiving the notification, Yu Zhanjie, who was bandaging his wound, smiled slightly. He then took his mobile phone and went into the bathroom alone, where he dialed a number.

"Chen Shaoqiang, it's me, Yu Zhanjie."

After the call connected, Yu Zhanjie spoke.

"Mr. Yu, you must have good news to tell me when you call me at this time, right?"

On the other end of the phone, Chen Shaoqiang wore the typical "fake smile" of the Political Department.

"Enough with the nonsense, I want to see an extra HKD 50 in my bank account within half an hour."

Yu Zhanjie said in an icy tone.

Li Junguang wasn't satisfied with just fooling the Political Department; he also wanted to extort money from them.

However, the political department personnel found this request for money reasonable, and even felt that it would be suspicious if it were used for their purposes so easily.

"Don't worry, it won't take half an hour. In 10 minutes, there will be an extra HKD 50 in your account."

Chen Shaoqiang said with a smile.

This time, their political department's target is not just Li Jun, but also those related to Li Jun, such as Li Zhan. This time, their political department will not let them go either.

The money given to Yu Zhanjie and his ilk totaled only a little over three million Hong Kong dollars. Once they bring down Li Jun and Li Zhan, let alone three million, even a hundred more three million would be a profit for their political department.

Such related operations are already commonplace for the Political Department.

Since the establishment of the Political Department, countless wealthy Chinese businessmen have had their fortunes plundered by the Political Department and foreigners through such means.

After hearing Chen Shaoqiang's words, Yu Zhanjie hung up the phone immediately and waited for a full 15 minutes before dialing Chen Shaoqiang's number again.

"Mr. Yu, have you seen the sincerity of our Political Department?"

As soon as the call connected, Chen Shaoqiang's voice came through the receiver.

"At 10 a.m., our Hung Hing Society will hold a meeting at the Causeway Bay Centre Plaza of Shimao Group."

Yu Zhanjie said slowly.

"Mr. Yu, it's a wise choice."

On the other end of the phone, Chen Shaoqiang's smile grew even brighter.

"Don't forget the plane tickets you promised me. Tonight I'm taking my son and my mother away from Hong Kong Island."

Yu Zhanjie ignored Chen Shaoqiang's words and continued speaking.

"No problem, our political department has already prepared these things."

Chen Shaoqiang replied with a smile.

Then he heard a busy tone, clearly indicating that Yu Zhanjie had hung up on him.

"Leave Hong Kong Island? Hmph, go to hell!"

The fake smile on Chen Shaoqiang's face vanished instantly, and he said coldly. Then he picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Superintendent Wong, Hung Hing will be holding a tribal meeting at 10 a.m. at the Causeway Bay Central Plaza of Shimao Group."

Chen Shaoqiang immediately sought credit from his superior, Wang Ailin.

"Inspector Chen, you did a great job."

On the other end of the phone, Wang Ailin wore the same fake smile as Chen Shaoqiang.

After verbally praising his subordinate, Wang Ailin hung up the phone. Then, as if remembering something, he asked a political inspector sitting not far from him, "Tommy, is it confirmed that the matter with Shenlong Security Company has been settled?"

Wang Ailin recalled that security for Shimao Group was handled by Li Jun's Shenlong Security Company, and he didn't want any accidents to happen during today's operation.

"Superintendent Wang, I have already reported to you. With the cooperation of the police, our people have shut down Shenlong Security Company. Now that company is just an empty shell. There are no people or guns. If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself."

Although he was a chief superintendent, Tommy, being a foreigner, showed absolutely no respect for his superior, Wang Ailin.

"okay, I get it."

Upon hearing Tommy's words, Wang Ailin frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes, but she ultimately held back her anger and picked up the phone to dial a number.

"Notify all teams that they may begin the operation. The code name for this operation is 'Red Annihilation'."

After the call connected, Wang Ailin spoke slowly, word by word.

On the other side, after hanging up Chen Shaoqiang's call, Yu Zhanjie immediately dialed a number.

"The message has been sent."

Yu Zhanjie spoke immediately after the call was connected.

"okay, I get it."

Ah-Hua's voice came through the receiver.

At this moment, a cruise ship is sailing on the azure sea, and the sunlight shines on the sea, leaving golden 'scales' on the waves.

Li Jun lay on a deck chair on the deck, eyes closed, leisurely enjoying a sunbath.