Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 89 I'm Not Taking the Blame

Song Zhaowen stopped his men from acting impulsively.

The angrier you are, the calmer you need to be.

"But Brother Wen, Master Fu—" Xiao Zhuoxiao looked at the still-burning wreckage, his eyes reddening. Although Master Fu sometimes acted arrogantly because of his age, he was indeed good to Song Zhaowen and his men, unlike the uncles of the Wo Luen Shing family who were always thinking about how to scheme against their underlings.

He's a decent leader in the community.

"I'll settle this score with him personally." Song Zhaowen spoke slowly and deliberately, each word as if pulled from an ice cellar: "But not now. Now, rescue people, clear the area, and clean this place up."

Besides Lao Fu being instantly killed in the car explosion, others at the scene were also affected by the shockwave and debris. Not everyone is like Song Zhaowen, who is a mutant. Many suffered head injuries and internal organ damage.

"Airplane, call an ambulance!"

"Ah Yong, take your men and seal off the scene. Don't let any outsiders get close, especially reporters." Song Zhaowen paused, then looked at Xiao Zhuoxiao: "Ah Xiao, contact Uncle Yuan and ask him to come out of retirement and support me. Five million afterwards!"

"Understood, Brother Wen!" The group immediately split up and took action.

Song Zhaowen stood rooted to the spot, letting the evening wind ruffle the hem of his dust- and blood-stained suit. He watched the fire trucks and ambulances rush in, watched the flashing lights turn the area red and blue, watched the faces of the other veterans and henchmen who were rushing to the scene, their expressions a mixture of shock and anger—

All this noise seemed far away from him.

His thoughts were exceptionally clear.

Yuan Qingnan's target was him, the bomb was prepared for him, and Fu Ye died in his place.

This blood debt must be repaid with blood; but not by impulsively hunting down the enemy, as that would play right into their hands.

The fact that Yuan Qingnan dared to show up so arrogantly and provoke Song Zhaowen shows that he not only came prepared, but also that he most likely had informants or backup nearby. He wanted to provoke Song Zhaowen, make him lose his composure, and expose his weaknesses.

This will be a cat-and-mouse game, but no one can say for sure who the cat and the mouse will be until the very end.

If nothing unexpected happens, Da Zhi Guang and Li Tianyi will definitely seize the opportunity to make trouble, so we need to think of our excuses in advance. Uncle Yuan is also a backup plan he has prepared.

"Brother Wen, the cops are here. It's Huang Zhicheng from the Zero Division," Feiji whispered as he walked over.

Song Zhaowen turned around and saw Huang Zhicheng approaching quickly with several detectives, his face grim. Huang Zhicheng's expression was very unpleasant; Yuan Qingnan had committed such a heinous bombing on his turf, putting him, as a senior inspector, under immense pressure.

"Mr. Song, are you alright?" Huang Zhicheng looked at Song Zhaowen with complicated eyes. Strictly speaking, Song Zhaowen had done the police a great favor by taking down Yuan Qingnan. Now, Yuan Qingnan was clearly blaming Song Zhaowen for his personal grudge. It was hard to tell whether the Hong Kong police were lucky or Song Zhaowen was just unlucky.

"Wong Sir, I'm fine. But my boss was blown to pieces. The killer was Yuan Qingnan. He was right across the street, provoking me before running away."

Huang Zhicheng frowned: "Mr. Song, we will do everything in our power to capture Yuan Qingnan. But as you know, this person is extremely dangerous and has foreign support. I hope you can cooperate with us and not act impulsively—"

"Inspector Wong~" Song Zhaowen interrupted him, looking directly at Wong Chi-shing: "Cooperating with the police is a citizen's duty. But Uncle Fu was not only my boss, but also the elder I respected the most. He died under mysterious circumstances, but he still took the blame for me."

I will definitely avenge this.

"As long as Yuen Ching-nam is still in Hong Kong, this matter will not be over; I think you, Inspector Wong, would not want to see such a madman on your turf."

Song Zhaowen was right. Compared to these Japanese gangsters, Hong Kong's triads were as harmless as kindergarten children.

First grenades, then rockets, and now a car bomb. Who knows how much trouble he'll cause next?

The Commissioner of Police was furious and gave Wong Chi-shing a three-day deadline to catch Yuen Ching-nam, even if it meant killing him on the spot.

Therefore, Song Zhaowen's goal was aligned with Huang Zhicheng's at this moment, and his willingness to contribute was exactly what Huang Zhicheng wanted.

"Sigh~" Huang Zhicheng sighed and patted Song Zhaowen on the shoulder: "Take good care of yourself. If you have any clues, notify us immediately."

Huang Zhicheng had only been gone for a few minutes.

"Brother Wen, Li Tianyi and Uncle Guang have brought their men over, and they look very grim," Xiao Zhuoxiao said in a low voice as he walked over.

Song Zhaowen looked up and saw Li Tianyi and Uncle Guang walking aggressively towards him, surrounded by a group of henchmen. Their faces were filled with anger and—a hint of barely perceptible smugness.

"Song Zhaowen!" Uncle Guang shouted from afar, "Was it Master Fu who got into the accident because he was in your car? What on earth are you up to?! The enemies you've made have dragged Master Fu into this mess?!"

Li Tianyi also said with a dark face: "Song Zhaowenfu has become your scapegoat, you must give the gang an explanation!"

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This is an attempt to use this as an excuse to pin the blame on him.

This would also undermine his prestige, paving the way for his future struggle for the position of leader.

The surrounding Zhengxing henchmen, including some other triad leaders and elders who rushed over upon hearing the news, all watched this scene with complicated expressions.

With Master Fu's sudden and violent death, the position of triad leader was left vacant, a time when people were restless and each harbored their own secrets.

"Hey, Song Zhaowen, are you pretending to be mute?"

Big Brother Guang was clearly not one to back down, and today he was going to make sure that he had truly "killed the boss."

Seeing their boss being humiliated, Feiji and the others were naturally unwilling, but Song Zhaowen stopped them from acting impulsively.

"Uncle Guang, Brother Tianyi, and Master Fu's accident has broken my heart; the car is mine, that's true, the bomb was aimed at me, and Master Fu took the blame for me. I, Song Zhaowen, can't and shouldn't try to deny it."

His tone shifted abruptly, his gaze like a cold, sharp needle piercing Guang Shu and Li Tianyi: "But you keep saying I have to give an explanation to the gang? Fine! I ask you, Master Fu just passed away, his body is barely cold, and instead of thinking about revenge, or comforting the brothers, you immediately brought men here, pointing your fingers at my nose. What are you trying to do? Are you trying to force me, Song Zhaowen, to commit suicide as an atonement, or are you trying to take this opportunity to kick me out of the gang so you can take my place?!"

Uncle Guang's face darkened, and he said sternly, "Song Zhaowen, stop spouting nonsense and trying to divert attention. It's a fact that you're involved in Master Fu's death; what's wrong with us, as elders of the triad, asking about it? Do you expect us to drag the whole triad down with you?!"

"Intervene?" Song Zhaowen sneered, taking a step forward. The oppressive aura emanating from him made Uncle Guang instinctively take a half-step back. "You call this intervening? You're trying to force me out! When Master Fu was alive, why weren't you so concerned about the gang? Now that he's gone, you can't wait to jump out and try to use me as a scapegoat to establish your authority and take over? Let me tell you, dream on!"