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

"Oh, Mr. Ye! Look at you, you're being too polite!" Huang Bingyao's voice immediately filled with laughter, though he himself felt the laughter was a bit fake. "We've been working together for so long, and it's always been very pleasant! Old Lin, he's all business, he doesn't have our tacit understanding. Don't worry, I'll definitely convey your 'means' to Xiang Yan! Xinji has gotten a bit too arrogant these past few years, it needs a good talking to!"

His words were tantamount to acknowledging the "stepping stone" offered by Ye Tian, ​​and also regarding the "reprimand of Xinji" as part of his apology.

Ye Tian seemed satisfied, the coldness in his voice dissipated somewhat, and even carried a hint of teasing: "With Huang Sir's ability to be flexible and adaptable, I think the position of West Kowloon Chief Superintendent will be yours sooner or later."

Huang Bingyao took it as a compliment, chuckled twice, and was thick-skinned enough to handle the sarcasm. "Mr. Ye, you flatter me. It's all about serving the citizens." He paused, then tentatively asked, "So... let's consider this matter settled..."

"What's the rush?" Ye Tian changed the subject. "I'm in a pretty good mood today, so I'll give you another 'big gift'."

Huang Bingyao's heart skipped a beat. Instead of feeling happy, he felt a strong sense of unease. "A big gift? Mr. Ye, I feel like... this 'gift' is a bit too much for me to handle," he asked with a wry smile.

"It's hot to the touch, that's what matters." Ye Tian's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority. "Chen Taotao, you know him, right?"

"Chen Taotao?" Huang Bingyao immediately realized, "The former president of the investment department of Wanguo Bank, the one who just took down 'Stock Market Demon' Chen Wanxian in the stock market? I know him, I know him all the time! Now all the financial sections of Hong Kong newspapers are full of him, it's hard not to know him." Hong Kong people love to speculate on stocks, and even a policeman like him who doesn't pay much attention to finance has heard about this legendary showdown.

"Good to know," Ye Tian said. "He's one of my men, and Baisheng Financial is now under his control. Just now, not long after we parted ways after having dinner, he, along with one of my female friends, was kidnapped by Ding Xiaoxie of the Chung Ching Society."

"What?!" Huang Bingyao was genuinely shocked this time, jumping up from the bed. His voice suddenly rose, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet bedroom, "Has Ding Xiaoxie gone mad?! He dares to touch Chen Taotao?!"

He couldn't help but be agitated. Just how popular was Chen Taotao right now? A rising star in the financial world, a media darling. If news of his kidnapping leaked out, the entire Hong Kong public would erupt in uproar, and the police would be under the most pressure! They'd be immediately branded as ineffective at solving cases and having terrible public order.

"Officer Wong, keep your voice down." Ye Tian's displeased voice came through, tinged with annoyance at being too loud. "I can hear you."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Ye, I got carried away and couldn't control myself." Huang Bingyao quickly lowered his voice, but his speech remained rapid. "Don't worry, our police will absolutely not allow such a heinous crime to happen! I'll immediately arrange for manpower to investigate thoroughly and ensure the person is rescued safely and the criminals are brought to justice!"

He spoke with absolute certainty; it was his duty, and it was the attitude he had to express at this moment.

Ye Tian chuckled softly on the other end of the phone, a laugh that sent a chill down Huang Bingyao's spine. "Bring him to justice? Huang sir, your words remind me of that tycoon Zhuo Ziqiang who kidnapped him a few years ago. He apparently left Hong Kong with 1.04 billion in cash, didn't he? Your police force didn't seem to have managed to 'bring him to justice' back then, did they?"

Huang Bingyao opened his mouth, speechless for a moment, a cold sweat instantly breaking out on his back. This matter was a sore spot for the police force, and also top secret. How did Ye Tian know so much about it? Even the specific amount…

"Ye Sheng, this...you can't say things like that..." His throat was a little dry.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in bringing up the past." Ye Tian said calmly, "That matter was because the person involved didn't cooperate with the police, and you did your best. I'm saying this just to tell you that sometimes there are ways to handle things in the underworld."

Huang Bingyao vaguely guessed what was going on, and his voice tightened slightly: "Mr. Ye, you mean...?"

"Ding Xiaoxie has harmed my people and humiliated me." Ye Tian's voice turned cold. "Do you think I'm incapable of handling this myself and have to wait for the police to investigate and rescue people step by step?"

"That's not what I meant..." Huang Bingyao hurriedly said.

"So, this 'gift' is," Ye Tian interrupted him, saying each word clearly, "Tonight, several gangs in the martial arts world are holding a general meeting and have decided to have a 'crab' together. Everyone thinks that the Zhongqing Society, this crab that's always been rampant, should taste pretty good."

boom!

Huang Bingyao felt a buzzing in his head, and his hand holding the phone stiffened. He forced himself to calm down and asked urgently, "A Jianghu (江湖, a term referring to a powerful, often associated organization or group) gathering? Which ones? How large is it?"

Ye Tian named a few: "Hung Hing, Tung Sing, Sun Luen Shing, Wo Hing Shing... and maybe some others. The number of people is enough to 'visit' all the branches of the Chung Ching Society."

Huang Bingyao's vision went black. This was no "visit"; it was a full-scale mobilization of the underworld, an attempt to uproot the Chung Ching Society! If it got out of control, it would unleash massive street violence across multiple areas!

"Mr. Yip! You must make things clear to them!" Huang Bingyao's voice was pleading, but also carried the police's bottom line: "I don't care how you resolve this feud, but it absolutely cannot involve ordinary citizens! No indiscriminate attacks! That's the bottom line!"

"We know the rules." Ye Tian's tone remained calm. "The Chung Ching Society doesn't follow the rules, but we do. Our targets are only the Chung Ching Society members and the venues they control. Ordinary citizens and shops will be fine."

Huang Bingyao breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his heart was still in suspense. Even with a clear objective, such a large-scale operation could still lead to unexpected problems.

"Could you trouble Inspector Wong to let the other police districts know?" Ye Tian continued, "There might be some commotion tonight, so let them be prepared. Close off the roads that need to be closed, and evacuate people in advance to prevent them from getting too close to watch the commotion and getting accidentally injured."

This is essentially dragging the police into it, making them clear the area and isolate the area for them! Huang Bingyao was furious, but helpless. Ye Tian was right; the police had to prevent the situation from escalating and protect the safety of citizens. And doing so would objectively help those triads, allowing them to focus more intently on dealing with the Chung Ching Society.

"...Fine!" Huang Bingyao squeezed out the word through gritted teeth. "I can coordinate. But I have only one request—after dawn tomorrow, I don't want to see any establishments in Hong Kong bearing the name 'Chung Ching Society,' nor do I want to hear the names of those Ding family crabs again!"

This is tantamount to tacitly approving Ye Tian and his group's actions, and even hoping that they would go all the way.

Ye Tian seemed to smile: "Don't worry, I like to do things cleanly. Oh, by the way, the notification might need to be done quickly because..." He paused, "...I'm already at the entrance of the Zhongqing Society headquarters."

beep - beep - beep -

The call was disconnected.

Huang Bingyao held the receiver, which was emitting a busy tone, and paused for a second. Then, as if he had been burned, he threw down the phone, grabbed it again in a flurry, and frantically started dialing.