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Chapter 95 Dare to Sell Information? I'll Send You Back to Your Hometown

When the younger sister fell asleep around 5 a.m., Cao Tai, still full of energy, continued to harass Ms. Gang Sheng.

Then, Ms. Wang, who was woken up, couldn't help but lower her head and lecture him, leaving Cao Tai with no choice but to reply with a wronged "Oh".

Finally, at six o'clock in the morning, the two fell asleep in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep peacefully.

Ms. Gangsheng woke up alone on her 2.2m x 2.3m bed in the master bedroom around noon. She had gotten up around 9 a.m. because she loved her job and wanted to rush to the store.

After washing up, I went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. There were still plenty of ingredients in the refrigerator, enough to make a four-dish meal with soup.

However, considering that Ms. Li Hongdou was still fast asleep when I visited her, and was even snoring softly in her sleep, it seems she was exhausted last night.

Then let's make something light and nutritious for lunch.

It took a while, mainly because the ingredients needed time to soak.

Around 2 p.m., a pot of flavorful, nutritious shrimp and scallop congee, perfect for winter health maintenance, was finally ready.

Just as I placed the porridge on the table, the yawning younger sister came out.

"Hurry up and wash up. I'll serve you some porridge and let it freeze for a while."

"Good" Perhaps the battle last night was too intense, because the little sister, who was shouting too loudly during the fight, still has a hoarse voice.

Inspector Man Kin-yan of the Central District Police Station is over thirty years old and still unmarried, even though the income of an inspector-level officer is relatively good.

However, besides having to pay off a mortgage on a small three-bedroom apartment of over 700 square feet every month, Officer Wen, who frequently visits brothels, actually only has enough to make ends meet with his monthly salary.

From the day the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) was established, almost all avenues for Chinese police officers to earn extra income were cut off.

When Zhu Tao wanted to develop informants in the Central District Police Station, he immediately took a liking to Wen Jianren, and Wen Jianren readily accepted the bait Zhu Tao threw at him.

According to this article, the inspector's secret income was at least five times his salary, and sometimes when he provided valuable information, his income could even double.

After his income increased, Inspector Man no longer cared about such low-class establishments as brothels, so he simply started keeping a young and beautiful girl from the mainland who had come to Hong Kong to visit relatives.

Zhongxi District, Suhang Street.

The original English name of Suhang Street was a transliteration of "Zhawei Street," because from the 1950s and 60s onwards, most of the shops along the street sold Suzhou products.

The fabrics and silks of Hangzhou are commonly referred to by Chinese people as "Suhang Street," and this name has gradually replaced the English name as the common name.

Wen Jianren's mistress lives in a 400-square-foot unit on the third floor of a tenement building on Suhang Street.

After leaking information to Zhu Tao's advisor Gao John yesterday, Wen Jianren received a tip of 50,000 yuan.

I had planned to celebrate with my lover last night, but unfortunately, the Central District Police Station's Major Crimes Unit was busy until late at night because they had to interrogate both parties involved in the flour trade that were arrested yesterday.

Fortunately, Wen Jianren had a relatively leisurely day and rested up all day. After get off work, he rushed to Suhang Street.

"Tap tap tap tap..." Thinking of his young lover's hot and tender body, Wen Jianren, who was going upstairs, couldn't help but jog. His leather shoes made a cheerful sound on the stairs, just like Inspector Wen's mood at that moment.

With a "squeak," just as there was only half a staircase left to reach the third floor, Inspector Wen abruptly stopped at the turning platform.

At the very top of the half-staircase, a figure wearing a hoodie was sitting on the ground with his legs spread apart on a step.

Because his head was down, the large hood covered most of his face. Under the dim hallway light, the mouth that was just visible was slightly open, with a strange smile on his face, revealing a few white teeth that looked just like the fangs of a venomous snake.

In the cold winter of the South, the temperature dropped to twelve or thirteen degrees Celsius in the evening, but at this time, beads of sweat were sliding down Inspector Wen's temples.

The two faced off for less than ten seconds on the halfway down the stairs, but to Inspector Wen, it felt like half a century had passed.

Finally, after his right index finger twitched twice unconsciously, Inspector Wen quickly pushed aside the hem of his coat and grabbed the pistol grip.

Unfortunately, the shadowy figure sitting at the top of the stairs moved even faster. Before Inspector Wen could even raise his pistol from its holster, the shadowy figure, like a swooping eagle, leaped over the 10 steps and slammed his bent knees down onto Inspector Wen's chest.

With two loud "thuds" and "cracks," Inspector Wen was thrown backwards. However, because the landing on the stairs was narrow, his body fell back less than a meter before his upper body slammed against the wall.

It felt like several bones in his chest were broken, and his back slammed heavily against the wall, causing a sharp pain. His throat tasted sweet, and after a muffled groan, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Then, in a flash, a dark figure was right in front of him. His wrist, which was holding the gun, was suddenly gripped by the figure, and with a "crack," his wrist was broken.

"β..." The wailing had barely reached his throat when the shadowy figure struck Inspector Wen's throat with a powerful right-hand Qiang fist, forcefully silencing his cry.

After the shadowy figure released his grip, Inspector Man slid down the wall with his back against it, and there seemed to be a slight "gurgling" sound coming from his throat.

The shadowy figure stretched out gloved hands to support Inspector Wen's head, then suddenly exerted force, and with a crisp "crack," Inspector Wen's eyes widened, and his head twisted into a bizarre angle.

After the shadowy figure released his hands, his body fell to the ground with a thud.

The incident lasted only a few seconds and was not very loud, so the killing on the stairs did not alert the residents upstairs and downstairs.

The shadowy figure bent down, picked up Inspector Wen's service pistol, stuffed it into his pocket, turned around, and limped down the stairs, seemingly extremely confident in his methods.

When the figure in the hoodie appeared on the street, one could finally see that he had a thin face, a stubborn expression, and a fierce and violent look in his eyes, exuding a temperament that was a mixture of madness and coldness.

Feng Yuxiu tugged at his hood, then lowered his head and stood quietly by the street waiting. Less than 10 seconds later, a black Honda Accord stopped in front of him with a long screeching sound. He opened the door, got in, and closed the door in one smooth motion.

Then the car engine roared, launched, and shot off in an instant.

A few minutes after the car left, a piercing scream came from the tenement building, and could be heard even in the shops downstairs.

When more than twenty officers from the Western District Police Station's Major Crime Unit and Patrol Unit were crammed into a section of narrow street below a tenement building on Suhang Street, a black Accord with a new license plate had already passed Causeway Bay.

When the first team from the Heung To Regional Crime Unit arrived at Suhang Street to take over the case of the inspector's murder, several more members from the Central Regional Crime Unit had already joined them at the scene.

After receiving the report from the Western District, Zhou Biao, along with several members of the Major Crimes Unit, rushed to the scene after reporting to Commissioner Raymond.