Hong Kong film: As a boss, I use money to make decisions.

Li Jiasheng, getting more and more excited as he spoke, didn't notice the change in He Zhiyong's expression at all, and then raised his right index finger.

"Officer Ho, but the report only says that Lu Guanhua fired one shot."

He blew Wang Bao's head off with a single shot, and the whole of Hong Kong is talking about him being a sharpshooter!

"Sheng, shut up!"

Just as Li Jiasheng was speaking freely, He Zhiyong suddenly stood up.

He glanced towards the CID office area and, finding no reporters paying attention, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Jiasheng, even if the CID fired illegally, that's a matter for the Internal Investigation Department, not for our Organized Crime and Triad Bureau."

Li Jiasheng blinked, paused for a moment, and then spoke.

"Inspector Ho, you didn't understand what I meant. Let me finish. I also took a look at the CID's operation report when I had some free time."

The loser who gets the goods from Wang Bao used to work for Wo Luen Shing.

"Inspector Ho, think about it. Today, the 'Louis Shing' gang is filming on Wong Po's turf, and that loser happens to come and deliver goods to Wong Po. Then Chan Kwok Chung's group..."

"Get up, and stop talking!"

Before Li Jiasheng could finish speaking, He Zhiyong grabbed his right arm and dragged him toward the O-Division office area.

"Inspector Ho, let me go! I think there are suspicious points in this case. There is every reason to suspect that the people from Wo Shing used that batch of goods to set up Wang Bao."

"If you don't believe me, I have some intelligence gathered from the intelligence department. I'll have a good talk with you about it later."

He Zhiyong ignored Li Jiasheng's rambling and dragged him into his office, then slammed the door shut behind him.

He then shoved Li Jiasheng into a chair and sat down silently, his eyes fixed on Li Jiasheng with a warning look in them.

Li Jiasheng then realized that He Zhiyong was about to lose his temper and stopped muttering.

"Jiasheng, as a police officer, do you think Wang Bao deserves to die?"

"Damn it, but there should be a law to judge him, instead of him being shot in the head in such a muddled and inexplicable way."

"Wasn't Lu Guanhua's shooting and killing him a legal trial?"

"It's hard to say, but I have a feeling there's something suspicious about this case!"

"What's the problem? In the past few years, Chen Guozhong and his gang have taken Wang Bao to court no less than three times. Which time did they manage to bring him down?"

So many of our police informants have died in the line of duty. In my opinion, the best outcome would be if he were beaten to death in the street!

Don't go looking for trouble. Wang Bao's case is closed, and I won't allow you to cause any more trouble!

Seeing that He Zhiyong had started a conversation with him, Li Jiasheng shook his head and spoke again.

"I know what you want to say, Inspector Ho. You're afraid that this case involves collusion between triads and Inspector Chan's group, and that they might uncover something that would tarnish the reputation of the police force."

But that's not how the police academy taught me! As a police officer, you must have the tenacity to thoroughly investigate every case!

Besides, I'm an O-Division officer. Investigating triads is my perfectly legitimate duty. I haven't overstepped my authority by interfering with other departments' investigations!

He Zhiyong's brows were furrowed into a deep frown, revealing that this young man knew everything.

"You're not here to analyze the case; you're just unhappy that the CID took the credit, and you want to claim the credit yourself and show the big boss what you've accomplished, right?"

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife. Seeing Li Jiasheng's pathetic state, He Zhiyong stopped pretending.

Li Jiasheng's face stiffened, and he immediately looked somewhat uncomfortable.

"Inspector Ho, how can you say that about me?"

I just wanted to do my job well, what did I do wrong!

"You know perfectly well whether you just want to do your job well or not!"

I'm only telling you this one last time: this case is closed, and you're not allowed to mess around anymore!

If you're still stubborn, then ask your uncle for a transfer and make it clear to him that I'm not capable of mentoring you!

After He Zhiyong uttered this harsh remark, Li Jiasheng fell silent.

Although he was extremely dissatisfied, he dared not continue to talk back to this mentor appointed by Chief Inspector Lee Man-bun of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau.

After a long pause, Li Jiasheng lowered his head and responded.

"Understood, Inspector Ho..."

Hearing this response, He Zhiyong's displeasure subsided slightly.

He took a deep breath, then patted Li Jiasheng on the shoulder and gave him some instructions.

"Don't overthink things. You still have a lot to learn. Take your time, there's no rush."

"Go to the jail later and review the files and statements of those bastards in Jordan. They've planted their flag on Tak Shing Street; you'll be dealing with them a lot in the future!"

"good!"

With a weak reply, Li Jiasheng stood up and walked towards the outside of He Zhiyong's office.

After leaving the office and closing the door for He Zhiyong, Li Jiasheng's earlier dejected expression vanished, replaced by a hint of resentment in his eyes. He then muttered something under his breath.

"You taught me to pick the softest persimmons, but now that I want to do something, you're stopping me!"

In the end, it all comes down to showing off one's seniority in front of younger people.

So what if you're more senior! I refuse to believe that I, a young upstart, can outperform you!

……

It was 4:30 p.m., less than three hours before the scheduled tea time.

With nothing else to do, Lin Xiaoru picked up the phone to call Taibao and ask when the ID cards for Li Xiangdong and the other two would be ready.

Just as Lin Xiaoru was about to dial, the phone rang at the perfect moment.

Li Weile's voice came through the receiver as he pressed the answer button.

"I'm at Anping Teahouse, in the Furong Pavilion private room on the second floor."

Zhong told me to give you these things, hurry up and come over!

After Li Weile finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately. Hearing the busy tone on the other end, Lin Xiaoru couldn't help but chuckle.

Without wasting any time, he got up, grabbed the phone, and headed towards the teahouse.

Inside the private room, Li Weile had already piled a whole travel bag full of banknotes on the tea table. When he saw Lin Xiaoru enter, he immediately stood up and pushed the heavy travel bag away.

He didn't say another word after that.

"The total was 5.68 million, and we didn't take a single penny."

Take this money, and we'll call it even. Don't bother Brother Zhong again, or you know what will happen!

Lin Xiaoru ignored him, only unzipped her travel bag, glanced at the stacks of banknotes, then sat down and looked at Li Weile.

"I'm afraid I can't help but bother him!"

"What do you mean? If we can mess with Wang Bao, we can mess with you too!"

Li Weile's expression changed, and he immediately opened his eyes wide in anger.

"Damn it, are all you police officers this fierce?"

Lin Xiaoru lit a cigarette and then spoke.

"Listen up, your Brother Zhong has a brain tumor and is about to die!"

"If I don't give him money now, you can go to Baofushan to offer incense for him in six months at most!"

Li Weile's expression changed rapidly, first from anger to shock, and finally to a dazed look of being unable to react.

Although they were reckless, they were definitely not stupid.

Chen Guozhong has been looking pale and dizzy lately, but he is determined to fight Wang Bao to the death, regardless of his future.

Furthermore, the frequent, inexplicable reminders to them to help Lu Guanhua with his work in the future, along with other unusual behaviors, provided him with some evidence to support Lin Xiaoru's claims.

"When did this happen?!"

After a long pause, Li Weile shook his head vigorously, quickly approached Lin Xiaoru, and asked the question.

"Don't worry about when it happened. I didn't plant that tumor in his brain, how would I know?"

Lin Xiaoru rolled her eyes at him, then spoke.

"However, I admire Chen Guozhong's character. At least he keeps his word. He was afraid of delaying your future, so he was willing to be seriously ill and die so that he could send me the money."

Now I'm planning to do him another favor. His brain disease can't be cured with just a little spare money; at least on the surface, you cops definitely can't afford it!

If Li Weile was still wary of Lin Xiaoru just now, Lin Xiaoru is now like a living Buddha in his eyes.

He changed his arrogant expression and pulled up a chair to sit next to Lin Xiaoru.

"How...do you plan to help Brother Zhong?"

Lin Xiaoru, with a cigarette between her fingers, looked at Li Weile and sneered.

"I will make arrangements with Po Leung Kuk. I will pay for his medical expenses and transfer the money through Po Leung Kuk under the guise of charity. That way, no one will find any loopholes."

Whether Chen Guozhong's brain disease can be cured is another matter, but at least I didn't take all the money. So next time we meet, don't raise your voice at me!

Li Weile's mind works very fast. In that moment of hesitation, he did consider simply taking the money.

However, Lu Guanhua was about to be promoted, and at this time, he suddenly produced so much money to pay for Chen Guozhong's medical treatment. They would not be able to get past the internal investigation department!

Therefore, Lin Xiaoru's suggestion is indeed the most reliable.

Li Weile, now completely subdued, lost all his previous domineering aura. He glanced sideways at the travel bag on the table and immediately stood up.

He rubbed his numb face, his voice choked with emotion, and actually bowed deeply to Lin Xiaoru.

"I'm sorry, thank you for helping Brother Zhong..."