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

Ye Tian listened without much emotion, simply saying, "It's just a matter of mutual benefit." He then changed the subject, "However... judging from Inspector Wong's words, you think that taking down the Ni family will bring peace to Tsim Sha Tsui?"

Huang Bingyao laughed and said, "I wouldn't dare say Taiping is better than when the Ni family was in charge, right? They've been running it for over twenty years."

Ye Tian gave a soft "heh," which sounded like a light laugh, but also like something else. "Since our cooperation has been quite pleasant, I'll add a suggestion; whether you listen or not is up to you."

Wong Bing-yiu immediately replied, "Mr. Yip is an important partner of our police force. Your suggestion must be reasonable."

Ye Tian lowered his voice even further and said slowly, "The Ni family is one of the biggest smugglers in Hong Kong. The amount of heroin seized this time must be staggering, right?"

Huang Bingyao repeatedly agreed, saying that this was one of the most tangible results of their operation.

"Then," Ye Tian's voice, carrying a chilling undertone, came through the microphone, "if... among those powders destined for destruction, we picked out a few packets, attached small, inconspicuous tracking devices... wouldn't that yield some unexpected results?"

On the other end of the phone, Huang Bingyao's breathing visibly faltered, and he remained silent for a full two or three seconds before his voice, tinged with emotion, finally came through: "Mr. Ye! This…"

"It's just a suggestion." Ye Tian's tone returned to normal. "Whether you listen or not, and what you do, is your business as the police."

Huang Bingyao immediately understood, his tone becoming exceptionally solemn, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible reverence: "Mr. Ye, rest assured! Your security company's gun licenses will be fully processed within three days. I will personally oversee the process. As for your people training with the Flying Tigers, once we finish dealing with the aftermath of the Ni family case, it will be arranged within seven days! Is that alright with you?"

He now completely regarded Ye Tian as a "big shot" who needed to be dealt with carefully. The power and methods the other party displayed forced him to reassess. A person who could casually throw out 25 million in both the underworld and the police force, and accurately grasp the key points of both sides, had a deterrent power far beyond that of traditional gangs like the Ni family.

Ye Tian seemed to chuckle, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger: "I'm a very easy person to talk to. Let's do as you say."

Huang Bingyao thanked him repeatedly, his tone respectful.

Just before hanging up, Huang Bingyao seemed to remember something and cautiously asked, "By the way, Mr. Ye, regarding that Chen Yongren... do you have any instructions?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Ye Tian's clearly impatient voice came through, speaking rapidly: "Chen Yongren? Who's that? Do I know him? Are we close?"

Click. The call ended.

Huang Bingyao held the microphone, stunned for a few seconds, listening to the busy tone, feeling a mix of apprehension and frustration. Had he said something wrong again? This guy's thoughts were truly unpredictable.

Chan Yan-kin, who was standing nearby, asked nervously, "What do you mean by 'big shot'?" These days, senior executives at the West Kowloon Headquarters privately refer to Yip Tin as "big shot".

Huang Bingyao put down the microphone with a wry smile: "He seems... a little unhappy. Maybe I asked the wrong question."

Chen Xinjian also tensed up. The process of the Ni family's downfall instilled in them a deep sense of dread towards Ye Tian. Those core secrets! Huang Zhicheng and Mary's conspiracy, Guoliang's affair, the warehouse where Blackie stole the goods, Huang Zhicheng's undercover plan, and even Luo Ji, whom Lu Qichang had placed next to Ni Yongxiao! How did Ye Tian know all this? Thinking about it further, he felt that the other party was unfathomable, as if an invisible net covered many unknown corners.

This kind of person is absolutely not to be offended. Who knows how many secrets he's holding? Just a few would be enough to give anyone a run for their money.

Huang Bingyao composed himself and asked, "Is the case of the three Vietnamese brothers still pending?"

Chen Xinjian felt wronged: "It's already being expedited; the procedures need to be followed."

Huang Bingyao frowned: "They smashed a lot of things at 'Drunken Dreams,' haven't they paid compensation yet?"

Chen Xinjian was taken aback. Those were clearly Ma Jun and Hua Sheng… He hesitated and said, “‘Big Shot’… he shouldn’t care about such a small amount of money, right?”

Huang Bingyao glared at him: "Whether they care or not is their business. Whether we do it or not is our attitude! The case of the three Vietnamese brothers should be closed as quickly as possible, and compensation should be paid where due. And that guy called Brother Shan, take him into custody and investigate him thoroughly!"

Chen Xinjian nodded quickly and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Huang Bingyao called out to him, lowering his voice and adding in an extremely serious tone, "Tell Yuan Haoyun or Lu Qichang to pick a few packages from the seized goods from the Ni family... and install tracking devices on them. They need to be small and concealed. Don't use the police's technical equipment; go to the electronics market and buy some ordinary modified ones."

Chen Xinjian's expression changed drastically, and he lowered his voice, "Boss! This...this is not in accordance with regulations..."

Huang Bingyao waved his hand, interrupting him, his eyes sharp: "Go do it. Be careful to keep it a secret."

Seeing his expression, Chen Xinjian swallowed back what he was going to say, nodded heavily, and quickly left.

---

The Ni family was destroyed overnight.

The news spread like wildfire. Suddenly, all triads associated with "powder" were on high alert, keeping a much lower profile. The West Kowloon Headquarters, however, was in the limelight.

But Big D of Wo Shing had no interest in these things at all.

"Those who sell drugs are all black-hearted; they'll do anything for money." Big D said to the long-haired man beside him, his tone disdainful. "People in this world are in it for the money. Selling drugs brings quick money, but it also leads to a quick death. Plus, you'll be watched by the cops 24/7. It's not worth it."

The long-haired man nodded in agreement. Everyone understands the logic, but few can resist the temptation of exorbitant profits.

Aunt Lei brought over a plate of sliced ​​fruit and gently placed it on the coffee table. Looking at the restless Big D, she said softly, "What's the rush? The results won't be out until noon at the earliest."

Big D wasn't really concerned about the Ni family. He had something on his mind, something unsettled, so he had to fill the void with other topics. Today was the biennial election day for the leader of the Wo Shing Society, and although he said he didn't care, the fire inside him was burning and making him feel terrible.

"It's an election every two years! Even if it's based on seniority, and the nine hall masters take turns sitting there, shouldn't it be my turn, Big D's?" He asked, as if to Sister Lei, but also as if to himself, "How could I not be elected?"

Lei's wife sat down next to him and gently patted his arm as a way of comforting him: "There's no use thinking so much. Just wait for Uncle Chuanbao's call."

Big D suddenly stood up and paced irritably in the living room. "I don't care about that position! I'm even thinking of switching to Hung Hing now!" He waved his arms, raising his voice, "I just can't swallow this! Those old bastards, do they really prefer that good-for-nothing Cheuk-King to me?"

A hint of worry flashed in Lei's eyes, but she quickly concealed it, her voice remaining calm: "If that's really the case... we need to contact Mr. Ye immediately. We can't stay at Wo Luen Shing any longer."

Big D opened his mouth, wanting to retort, wanting to say that he had deep roots in the Wo Shing Society, but the words stuck in his throat. He walked sullenly to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a full glass of strong liquor, and gulped it down. The icy liquid slid down his throat, turning into a fire in his stomach.

He was unwilling to accept it. He was a million times unwilling to accept it.

---

The gathering place of the elders of Wo Luen Shing was filled with smoke.

Chuan Bao spoke with great enthusiasm, his face flushed with excitement: "That good-for-nothing Chui Chi doesn't even have his own territory! The only thing he owns, that nightclub, was only kept going by Big D out of pity! Later, Big D couldn't be bothered with him anymore. Why? Because he's hopeless! Choosing someone like that as the leader, what about our reputation as a tycoon? We'd be laughed at!"

Longgen and the other elders either smoked or drank tea, and no one responded. Chuanbao was telling the truth, and Chuiji was indeed not qualified. His being pushed forward this time was purely an "accidental product" of Big D's spite towards the elders and Ah Le's lack of seniority.

Seeing that no one objected, Chuan Bao became even more arrogant: "Who are we? We're the veterans of Wo Shing! Our seniority is there, so our words must be respected. And most importantly, what is it? Fairness!"

He pointed at Longgen: "Longgen, if Chuiji becomes the boss, will you listen to him?"

Longgen turned his face away and exhaled a smoke ring.

Chuanbao then pointed at the foreigner, En: "Uncle En, are you listening?"

The foreigner lowered his head and fiddled with the teacup in his hand.

Chuanbao got even more excited: "See? Nobody listens! What's the point of electing him? To make him a statue? From now on, who in the gang will take our old guys' words seriously? Will he still have any weight?"

The room was filled with silent elders, with only the smoke rising slowly.

Just as the skewer was about to add more fuel to the fire, a chubby figure moved.

Uncle Deng remained silent, slowly brewing the gongfu tea. Then, he picked up the small teapot and gently poured the amber-colored tea into each person's cup, his movements steady and unhurried.

Then, he put down the teapot and said two words, not loud, but enough to quiet everyone down.

"Please have some tea."