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

Liu Jianming laughed a few times, his voice full of disdain: "I, Liu Jianming, am an undercover agent, but I'm not a villain! Making baseless accusations? If I were back in the underworld, I'd be a big shot. Would I need to do this?"

Bang! Huang Zhicheng slammed his fist on the table and roared, "What arrogance! An undercover agent dares to call himself someone important? Shameless!"

Lau Kin-ming glanced at him sideways, his eyes full of meaning: "Inspector Wong, others may not know, but you know my 'abilities,' don't you? Who do you think... Sister Mary hired to carry out the plan to kill Ni Kun?!"

Huang Zhicheng's face drained of all color. He swayed, and the file slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. It was all over… He had planned everything meticulously, but he hadn't anticipated that the mole Han Chen had sent was actually the assassin he had hired through Mary to kill Ni Kun!

Not long after, Yuan Haoyun came in and took the ashen-faced Huang Zhicheng to another interrogation room.

Wong Chi-shing still tried to argue: "Inspector Yuen, you can't completely believe what the corrupt cop says. He might be framing me..."

Yuan Haoyun's face revealed undisguised sarcasm: "You don't really think we only started investigating you after we arrested Liu Jianming, do you?"

Huang Zhicheng was shocked: "You...you all..."

"We received reports about you a long time ago," Yuan Haoyun said coldly. "You are a senior inspector of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, a sensitive position, so we can only investigate covertly. Your team has been investigating you for a while now, from your past experiences and interpersonal relationships to your financial situation. We have plenty of evidence."

Huang Zhicheng's expression changed drastically: "This is against procedure! I'm going to file a complaint!"

"Complain?" Yuan Haoyun scoffed. "This order was given personally by the big sir. You can go complain about him and see if he pays any attention to you."

Huang Zhicheng slumped in his chair, his last shred of hope extinguished. Yes, without the approval of higher-ups, how could they dare?

Yuan Haoyun threw a thick file folder in front of him: "Read it yourself. After you've read it, you'll know how much we know."

Huang Zhicheng opened the book with trembling hands, and the more he read, the more his body shook. Inside, there was a detailed record of the relationship between him, Han Chen, and Mary from childhood to adulthood, how he had a crush on Mary, how he felt resentful because Mary chose Han Chen, how he wanted to control Han Chen to satisfy his twisted psychology, and even how he plotted to use Chen Yongren... Every single detail was crystal clear.

"So... you knew everything..." His voice was hoarse.

"Yes, it's me, Han Chen, and Mary. We grew up together." Huang Zhicheng knew denying it was useless, so he began to confess, his words growing faster and faster, as if he wanted to spill everything. "I liked Mary, but she chose Han Chen. I wasn't happy about it. Later, I became a policeman, and Han Chen became a gangster... I thought I had to control him and make him work for me. I helped him rise to power, gave him intelligence, and cleared obstacles for him... I thought he could help me bring down the Ni family, but I never expected..."

He talked on and on for a long time until his mouth was dry, but when he looked up, he saw Yuan Haoyun staring at him with an extremely hateful look.

Huang Zhicheng was bewildered: "Yuan sir, I've confessed everything, really, including how I plotted to kill Ni Kun, how I bribed the bodyguards, how I chose the date and location, I haven't hidden anything..."

Yuan Haoyun's eyes grew even colder: "What about Chen Yongren? You sold him out too, why don't you mention that?"

Huang Zhicheng gasped, his face turning ashen. They even knew about this?! Then why...?

He swallowed hard, his voice bitter. "That day... Lao Lu and I took Chen Yongren out to dinner and ran into Ni Yongxiao. At that moment... I suddenly had an idea. The Ni family is doomed sooner or later, but what if Han Chen loses control? I need an informant who can be stuck to his side. Chen Yongren hates the Ni family, hates the drug dealers, and is Ni Kun's illegitimate son... his identity is perfect. So... I 'arranged' for him to infiltrate Han Chen's inner circle. Betraying him... I have no qualms about it; after all, he has Ni family blood in his veins..."

He completely gave up resistance and revealed how he had plotted against Chen Yongren.

Yuan Haoyun turned off the recording equipment in the interrogation room, walked up to Huang Zhicheng, bent down, and spoke in a low but sharp voice: "Sometimes, using extreme measures to deal with criminals is... understandable."

"But you," he stared into Huang Zhicheng's eyes, "have crossed the line. To achieve your goals, you're willing to use and sacrifice innocent people, ruining their lives. A person like you doesn't deserve this uniform, nor does he deserve the trust of any colleague. Who would dare to entrust their back to you?"

Huang Zhicheng sat there, speechless.

The pressure from the "big shots" became the most effective catalyst. The O-Division machine started operating with unprecedented efficiency.

Yuan Haoyun walked out of the interrogation room, where Lu Qichang and the others were waiting: "Huang Zhicheng has surrendered?"

Lu Qichang sighed and shook his head: "I never expected it to be hidden so well. I didn't see it at all all these years."

Yuan Haoyun said calmly, "Being too ambitious and single-mindedly focused on climbing the ranks isn't wrong. What's wrong is resorting to any means to climb up, even betraying your own people. Such a person will get into trouble sooner or later."

"With Liu Jianming and Huang Zhicheng captured, and the other 'ghosts' also identified, Han Chen is probably already alarmed." Yuan Haoyun's tone turned urgent. "We must act quickly and not give him time to react."

Lu Qichang nodded: "The intelligence says that the five leaders under the Ni family will be meeting at their usual hot pot restaurant tonight to discuss how to deal with us. Perfect opportunity to take them all down at once." He paused, "I'll also need you to make a trip and 'invite' Gandhi's wife back. We need her to testify against Gandhi and the others."

Yuan Haoyun smiled slightly: "We've had people keeping an eye on things for a while now. Coincidentally, Guohua and Gandhi's wife appeared together in Macau yesterday, behaving intimately. Our people took quite a few good photos."

Lu Qichang's spirits lifted: "There's no time to lose, let's split up and wipe out the core of the Ni family and Han Chen tonight!"

The two immediately split up and mobilized their forces. A large-scale cleanup operation, which had been in the works for a long time, quietly began after nightfall.

Yuan Haoyun personally led the team straight to Gandhi's residence. With all the necessary paperwork in place and the action swift, Gandhi's family had no time to react.

When Gandhi's wife saw the police barging in, she tried to remain calm: "Why are you asking me about Gandhi's affairs? I never get involved in his business. You've got the wrong person."

Without a word, Yuan Haoyun pulled a stack of photos from his briefcase and tossed them onto the coffee table in the living room. "Take a look, do you recognize them?"

Gandhi's wife glanced at it, initially dismissive: "He's having affairs, so what if you have evidence? What does it have to do with me? With his character..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw the contents of the photo and froze instantly, all color draining from her face.

The photos don't show Gandhi with other women. They show her with another leader of the Ni family! Guohua. The backgrounds are varied—hotels, restaurants, even secluded alleys—but their behavior is intimate; the evidence is conclusive.

She suddenly screamed, "You're violating my privacy! I'm going to sue you!"

Yuan Haoyun said coldly, "Go ahead and sue. We have as many photos like these as we want. Tell me, if I give these photos to Gandhi, what will he do? With his temper, do you and Guohua expect to have a good life?"

Gandhi's wife seemed to have lost her bones, collapsing and trying in vain to tear the photos to shreds, but Yuan Haoyun grabbed her wrist.

"Tearing them up won't help; we have plenty of negatives." Yuan Haoyun's voice was devoid of any emotion. "Now, do you know what to do?"

Gandhi's wife looked up, her face filled with despair: "What...what do you want me to do?"

Yuan Haoyun looked at her and slowly said, "Madam, you don't want Gandhi to know about your affair with Guohua, and you certainly don't want him to know that you two have been planning to take over the Ni family's business all along, right? Cooperate with us and testify against Gandhi and the others, and these photos will never appear in front of Gandhi again. We will protect your secret."

puff.

Gandhi's wife slid down the wall to the floor, her legs too weak to stand. The floor was icy cold, and the chill seeped into her bones through her thin dress.

She dared not let Gandhi know. Not a single word.

What would happen if she found out? Several images uncontrollably flashed through her mind: a cement bucket, the shadow of a fish swaying in the deep sea, a very thin and shiny knife... or worse, being made into a grotesque mess and thrown into the lowest-class brothel. These images were jumbled together, making her stomach tighten and feel nauseous.

She took a few breaths, her chest heaving. She looked up at Yuan Haoyun, who stood calmly opposite her.

"...Speak," her voice was dry, devoid of the composure she had maintained, replaced by a resigned weariness, "What do you want me to do?"

Yuan Haoyun showed no smugness, remaining quite calm. He even pulled up a chair to sit down, avoiding looking down at her. "Madam, don't be nervous. We're just investigating a case. Explain clearly how you and Guoliang started your relationship and how you got to know each other. After you finish, we promise not to bother you again. We won't alert Gandhi's side for the time being."

Temporarily. The word is used subtly.