Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

"He specifically reminded the boss to have us install tracking devices in the heroin, just to catch these moles in the act!"

"Now when the boss calls him, he just says, 'The other side acted so quickly.' Clearly, this was all within his expectations!"

Lu Qichang added, "This shows that Ye Tian not only knew about the existence of these moles, but also had a thorough understanding of their actions, and may even know more about them than we do!"

Huang Bingyao frowned and said hesitantly, "We are police officers, and investigating and solving cases is our duty."

"So frequently asking Ye Tian for help, even relying on his information—who's the real police here? If word gets out, it'll be a huge joke!"

This soul-crushing blow left the three high-ranking officers of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) in the office stunned, their faces showing embarrassment.

Yuan Haoyun scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "The boss is right. In just a few days, I've actually developed a dependence on Ye Tian. Whenever I encounter a problem, the first thing I want to do is ask him for help. This is definitely not a good sign."

Lu Qichang also complained, "The main problem is that Ye Tian's information is too accurate and timely, even more powerful than our police intelligence network. If our intelligence department could have such detailed information, I wouldn't rely on him."

Chen Xinjian waved his hand and said, "Alright, now is not the time to discuss this. The boss is right, investigating cases is our job, and we can't always rely on outsiders."

"Everyone, calm down and analyze the situation carefully before deciding on the next course of action."

Yuan Haoyun immediately got to work, saying in a serious tone, "According to the locator, the powder is currently located in Kowloon Walled City."

"Kowloon Walled City has never been the territory of any single triad. Since the Number Gang split up, it has become a no-man's land, a melting pot of all sorts of people."

"The New Union Society, Hung Hing, Tung Sing, Chung Ching Society, and other large and small triads all have territory and influence in Kowloon Walled City."

"We all know that Hung Hing and Sun Luen Shing don't sell drugs, while Tung Sing and Chung Ching Society accept all comers and do all kinds of business."

"It seems that whoever got the Ni family's heroin wants to convert it into cash in Kowloon Walled City and sell it to other triads or drug dealers."

Huang Bingyao asked bluntly, "So, who do you think is most likely the mole who misappropriated the heroin? And what is the force behind them?"

Lu Qichang replied without hesitation, "I think it's most likely someone from the Political Department!"

Yuan Haoyun chimed in, "That's right. Only those foreigners in the Political Department have the audacity and power to mobilize so much heroin within the police force without being detected!"

"These foreigners have never had any good intentions; they've always wanted to cultivate their own power in Hong Kong, control the underground market, and reap huge profits!"

Huang Bingyao nodded, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "No matter who's behind it, anyone who dares to cause trouble within the police force or misappropriate seized drugs must pay the price!"

"This matter must be thoroughly investigated, all those involved must be brought to justice, and there must be absolutely no leniency!"

Chen Xinjian's fingers tapped lightly on the table, irregularly, one tap after another. His gaze wasn't on anyone, fixed on the gray sky outside the window, as if he were searching for something in his mind. After a while, he turned back, his voice low and uncertain: "I think... I heard a rumor. Recently, a high-ranking military figure has been parachuted into our area. A colonel, his background... seems very complicated."

Huang Bingyao, who had been slouching in his chair, suddenly straightened up. He abruptly raised one hand, palm up, cutting off Chen Xinjian's next words.

He didn't speak immediately. First, he stood up, his leather shoes making no sound on the carpet. He walked to the office door, moving slowly, listening intently for any sounds outside, before bending down and peering through the peephole. He looked left, then right, scanning back and forth several times. The hallway was quiet, save for the faint sound of a telephone ringing in the distance.

He straightened up, gently turned the doorknob, opened the door a crack, peeked out to look left and right, and only retreated back inside after confirming that no one was at the end of the corridor. The door was carefully closed with a soft "click." Still not satisfied, he turned the small metal knob all the way to lock it.

After doing all this, he turned around, leaning against the door as if it could offer him some support. He looked at the three people in the room who were holding their breath and waiting, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice even lower than Chen Xinjian's earlier, almost squeezed out from his throat: "Old Chen heard... that's right. There is such a person."

"He's from the Anglo-Saxons, named George. Now... he sits in the head of the Political Department, wielding real power."

The office fell silent, save for the monotonous hum of the air conditioner. None of the three spoke, their expressions gradually darkening, as if an unseen hand had smeared a layer of somber gray upon them.

Yuan Haoyun broke the silence first, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly, his voice heavy: "The head of the Political Department... at that level, it's difficult to touch him. He's not just a little bit troublesome."

Huang Bingyao's eyes turned cold at this moment, not with a superficial anger, but with something deep and hard beneath. He walked back to his seat, but didn't sit down. Instead, he placed his hands on the edge of the table and leaned forward slightly: "Listen, this is Hong Kong. Not their Anglo-Saxon intelligence agency, much less their backyard where they can run wild!"

His gaze swept over Chen Xinjian, Yuan Haoyun, and another colleague who hadn't spoken until now. He spoke slowly, but each word was enunciated clearly: "You, just go ahead and find out what's going on with him. If you need people, I'll provide them; if you need things, I'll find a way; if you need money..." He paused, his cheeks puffing out slightly, "...as long as it's used wisely, I'll apply for it! In short, I'll take care of any worries."

"Yes, sir!" The three men stood up straight as if by reflex, their voices low but perfectly synchronized.

Huang Bingyao nodded, then added with increasing seriousness, "This matter is far more complex than we think. It definitely involves high-ranking officers in the police force, and there might even be outside influence involved. Keep your mouths shut! Not a single word is allowed to leak out!"

His gaze was sharp as a knife: "Otherwise, not only will the case stall, but it's questionable whether any of us... will even be able to retire in this uniform. We might even lose our lives."

The three men nodded emphatically, beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads. They knew their boss wasn't bluffing.

Huang Bingyao glanced at the ticking clock on the wall, waved his hand, and softened his tone, which carried a hint of weariness: "Alright, it's getting late. Go back and get some sleep. Tomorrow... there's a tough battle ahead, so don't be all listless."

However, the three of them seemed rooted to the ground, and none of them moved. They looked at each other, their faces showing a hint of hesitation.

Huang Bingyao was about to grab his coat when he saw them. He stopped, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What? Is there something else?"

Chen Xinjian stepped forward, speaking cautiously: "Boss, tomorrow... is the day Mr. Yip Tin officially takes office as the head of Causeway Bay. The celebration banquet will be held at the Tsuen Wan Restaurant."

Huang Bingyao's lips twitched, forming an expression that was hard to decipher: "What? You guys want to chip in and support him, give him a red envelope?"

Yuen Ho-wan, being straightforward, simply laid it out: "Boss, according to our police force's usual practice, when a new leader comes to power in a triad of Hung Hing's level, in order to... well, to show our presence, we usually 'invite' someone from a banquet and bring them back to 'assist in the investigation' for 24 hours. It's a way of giving them a warning and putting them down."

Upon hearing this, Huang Bingyao felt as if he'd been pricked by a needle, jolting violently. The slight mockery on his face vanished instantly, replaced by utter astonishment, his eyes widening in disbelief: "You...you guys are out of your minds? Trying to use this 'punishment' on Ye Tian?"

His voice rose slightly involuntarily, then he quickly lowered it, filled with lingering fear: "Leaving aside the intricate web of relationships behind Ye Tian, ​​just look at his personal file—it's so clean, there's not a single flaw! You want to touch him? Believe me, a lawyer's letter will be sent to your desk the moment you turn around, accusing you of abuse of power and illegal detention? At that point, no one can save face for you!"