Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

It only took a few seconds.

Thick white smoke billowed into the nightclub like a tide, choking people so much they couldn't open their eyes.

Fully armed Flying Tigers entered in single file, all wearing black tactical helmets, black bulletproof vests, and black MP5 submachine guns.

One after another, their movements were as synchronized as a precise machine.

"Squat down! Squat down!"

Just as Big B stood up to say something, a Flying Tigers member smashed a rifle butt into his shoulder, knocking him to his knees.

Another Flying Tigers member used his knee to press against his back and handcuffed him behind his back.

The Hung Hing members did not resist.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare.

Faced with dozens of MP5 gun barrels, who would dare to move?

After a period of commotion.

Jiang Tiansheng and his men all lay on the ground, hands covering their heads, like a row of pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

Big B was pinned to the ground, his face pressed against the floor tiles, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

A foreign police officer in his forties stepped in and glanced around the hall.

Who is in charge here?

Jiang Tiansheng said, "It's me, Jiang Tiansheng. What crime have I committed?"

"You're Jiang Tiansheng?"

The foreigner sneered: "Jiang Tiansheng, I suspect you of smuggling weapons and possessing a large quantity of standard-issue weapons. I am arresting you now in accordance with the law. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say can be used as evidence in court."

"Arms smuggling?" Jiang Tiansheng frowned and said coldly, "Officer, are you joking? We, Hung Hing, do legitimate business. How could we possibly smuggle arms?"

"Whether it's a joke or not, you'll know once you search." The foreigner waved his hand. "Search!"

The Flying Tigers members quickly dispersed.

Jiang Tiansheng frowned, feeling somewhat uneasy.

He wasn't afraid of being searched. His territory never had a large quantity of weapons. As for handguns, which gangster didn't have a few?

But tonight's events are too strange.

First, those two lunatics threatened him with bombs, and he paid them 300,000. Then, he was inexplicably surrounded by the Flying Tigers.

It's obvious that someone is targeting me.

Jiang Tiansheng remained silent and quickly devised a plan.

A few minutes later, several Flying Tigers members arrived carrying several black canvas bags.

The bag was heavy, and it made a metallic clanging sound as it dragged on the ground.

"Sir, we've found it."

The foreigner glanced at the bag. "Open it."

The bag was pulled open, and its contents spilled onto the ground.

The foreigner immediately recognized that there were several Sten submachine guns, several L1A1 semi-automatic rifles, several L42A1 sniper rifles, and a dozen or so boxes of ammunition.

Seeing so many guys, Jiang Tiansheng's heart sank.

Because he really didn't know where these things came from.

He never puts this kind of thing in his place.

But the thing is right here, on his territory, right under his nose.

Could it have been those cops who did it?

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt it was impossible. The police and Hung Hing had always coexisted, so there was no reason for them to do such a thing.

"What's this?" the foreigner asked Jiang Tiansheng, pointing to the weapons on the ground.

Jiang Tiansheng said slowly, "This isn't mine."

Even though he knew it would be useless to speak up, since the evidence was on the ground and everyone had seen it, he still had to talk about it.

"Not yours?" The foreigner chuckled. "Mr. Chiang, I must say, you're quite humorous. These things were found in your nightclub, and you're saying they're not yours? Are they mine? These are all standard-issue weapons in active service. Are you Hung Hing planning to establish a new Hong Kong government?"

Jiang Tiansheng did not speak again.

His mind raced, piecing together everything that had happened that night: a newly opened magazine was vandalized, people came knocking on his door, a bomb threat, $300,000 in compensation, active-duty weapons, the Flying Tigers—all these details were strung together.

This is no coincidence.

It must be that crazy young man who colluded with the foreigners.

Otherwise, there would be absolutely no way that so many active-duty weapons would be here.

Damn, those methods are really dirty.

Framing someone is bad enough, but to resort to such dirty tricks is even worse.

Who exactly is he, and why could he get foreigners to use standard weaponry to frame him?

"Cuff everyone," the foreigner ordered.

Two Flying Tigers officers stepped forward, pulled Jiang Tiansheng's hands behind his back, and handcuffed him.

Jiang Tiansheng didn't struggle; he knew it was pointless anyway.

When he and Big B were escorted out of the nightclub, a large crowd had already gathered outside.

The police lights spun in the night, alternating between red and blue, casting flickering light on his face.

A bunch of reporters who had heard the news arrived, their flashes going off like welding torches.

Jiang Tiansheng quickly turned his face away to avoid the camera.

A reporter shouted at the foreigner, "Commander, I heard that a large quantity of weapons, including submachine guns, rifles, sniper rifles, and ammunition, have appeared at the Golden Sparrow nightclub. Is this true?"

Facing the camera, the foreigner said smugly, "The police took action tonight and seized a large number of standard firearms at the Golden Sparrow Nightclub. Hung Hing triad leader Chiang Tin-sang and other related suspects were arrested at the scene. The case is under further investigation, and specific details will be released through the Public Relations Branch."

Upon hearing that a large quantity of weapons had indeed been found, reporters immediately swarmed around, bombarding him with questions and snapping photos of Jiang Tiansheng and his entourage.

But the foreigner didn't answer again, and waved for someone to put Jiang Tiansheng into a police car.

……

The next morning.

As dawn broke, newsstands throughout Hong Kong were already filled with all kinds of newspapers and magazines.

The front pages of newspapers such as Oriental Daily News, Sing Tao Daily, Sing Pao, Ming Pao, and a host of tabloids were all dominated by the Golden Sparrow Nightclub arms scandal.

The headlines on the front page were more sensational than the last.

"Late-Night Drug Raid in Causeway Bay: Special Duties Unit Raids Nightclub, Seizes Large Quantity of Standard Weapons"

Hung Hing triad leader Chiang Tin-sang was arrested overnight by police for alleged arms smuggling.

MP5, Sten, and L1A1 rifles spotted in entertainment venues; Hong Kong government takes firearms inflow very seriously.

Overnight shutdown! Golden Sparrow Nightclub was found to be a hideout for arms dealing; several high-ranking Hung Hing executives arrested.

The newspaper layout featured blurry yet impactful photos from last night's scene:

Red and blue police lights flashed, the Flying Tigers were heavily armed and guarded the entrance, and Jiang Tiansheng and Big B were handcuffed and forced into a police car with their heads bowed. The silhouettes of the people left by the flashing lights were clearly visible.

The inner pages are even more lengthy and vivid.

The Flying Tigers received intelligence late at night and launched a full-scale armed raid on the Golden Sparrow Nightclub.

The search of the scene revealed the discovery of a Sten submachine gun, an L1A1 semi-automatic rifle, an L42A1 sniper rifle, and a large quantity of standard ammunition.

The case is described as egregious, involving the smuggling of active-duty weapons, and has alarmed senior police officials and even the Governor of Hong Kong.

The report also deliberately pointed out that the incident occurred within Hung Hing's sphere of influence in Causeway Bay. The triad leader, Chiang Tin-sang, was arrested on the spot, and several other gang leaders were also apprehended. The police have launched an in-depth investigation and do not rule out digging deeper into the arms smuggling chain behind it and cracking down on related Hung Hing gangs.

In a short time.

In the streets and alleys, in teahouses and taverns, among office workers and street vendors, everyone was shocked by the news.

"My God, even the Hung Hing bosses have been arrested, and they still had so much weaponry hidden away?"

"They have standard-issue rifles and sniper rifles; this isn't a gang, it's practically a rebellion!"

"No wonder there were police sirens all over Causeway Bay last night; it turned out to be a major operation by the Flying Tigers."

Those gangsters who were returning home late at night were even more panicked when they heard the news.

What is the status of Hung Hing?

One of the top triads in Hong Kong, Chiang Tin-sang held a firm position as its leader, but things went wrong just like that, with him falling victim to a major arms deal.

The entire Hong Kong triad community was gripped by fear, and all branches quickly tightened their belts, afraid to cause trouble again, lest the police take advantage of the situation to launch a major crackdown on triads.

The atmosphere within the police station was extremely tense.

British police officer Cyril sat in his office, holding various newspapers, flipping through the front pages, his face full of smugness.

The intelligence was accurate, the action was swift, the suspects and the stolen goods were caught red-handed, and the media gave it extensive coverage.

He knew that the weapons could not possibly belong to Hung Hing, but he didn't care where they came from.

Most importantly, he was able to withstand the pressure of the heavy machine gun case, severely punish Hung Hing, and earn himself a lot of political achievements in the police force.

That's brilliant!

On the other side...

The new office of Black Gold Media Magazine.

The magazine staff, who were initially worried, learned that Hung Hing had fallen overnight.

They couldn't help but excitedly discuss: "Sister Zhen, all the newspapers in Hong Kong are buzzing about this. This arms case is huge, it's probably going to be a real headache for Hung Hing. Maybe Chiang Tin-sang will even have to go to jail."

"Yes, it was really scary when they came to vandalize things yesterday. I didn't expect them to be caught so quickly."

"An arms deal, that's a huge case. I think they'll probably be in jail for a while."

"..."

Lok Wai-ching shook her head and said, "Do you believe that Chiang Tin-sang will be back in a few days?"

The employees were immediately shocked.

"How is this possible?"

"This case is huge, isn't it? Does Jiang Tiansheng have connections at every level?"

"You never know, right? Aren't all those people in gangs supposed to have some kind of powerful background?"

"..."

"If Hung Hing falls, countless Hung Hinges will appear," said Lok Wai-ching. "What those foreigners want is stability. Triad leaders like Chiang Tin-sang, or even Hung Hing members, are sometimes more effective than the police. Moreover, Hung Hing has tens of thousands of members. If any riots break out, the foreigners will have a headache."

Just then, Chen Fei stepped in: "What are you all talking about?"

Upon seeing him, everyone quickly greeted him:

"Hello, boss."

Good morning, Mr. Chen.

Good morning, boss.

"Let's talk about Hung Hing." Lok Wai-ching glanced at him. "What brings you to the magazine office today?"

"Patrick Tse has agreed to an exclusive interview with us, saying that even the members of the Silver Mouse Band are here and are currently on the TVB set," Chen Fei said. "Let's go take a look."

The interview with Patrick Tse and the Silver Mouse Band wasn't worth his early morning visit; he just wanted to go to the TVB set to see if any beauties were around.

Men, those who know, know.

Upon hearing this, Lok Wai-ching immediately selected two employees to handle the matter.

Chen Fei said, "You should come along too."

"Me too?" Yue Huizhen asked in surprise. "I have a lot of things to do."

"It's just a morning, what could it possibly delay?" Chen Fei said nonchalantly. "Even I, the boss, am not in a hurry, why are you?"

"Alright."

Four people, in two cars.

After getting into the car, Yue Huizhen frowned and said, "There are only four people, is it really necessary to make such arrangements?"

"What's the big deal? Can't we even afford the gas money for one trip?" Chen Fei took out the 300,000 yuan that Jiang Tiansheng had paid as compensation last night. "This is Hongxing's compensation, 300,000 yuan."

Lok Wai-ching's eyes widened. "Three hundred thousand? You have something on Chiang Tin-sang?"

"No, but I've reached an agreement with Chiang Tin-sang that when our magazine goes on sale, Hung Hing will help us stock the shelves on their territory," Chen Fei said.

Lok Hye-jung looked incredulous. "You call this no leverage?"

"You could say that, his father is in my hands."

"His father is dead, isn't he? Why are you digging up his grave?"

"No, but if he doesn't agree, I'll scatter his father's ashes," Chen Fei said calmly.

Lok Wai-ching was stunned for a long time before finally giving a thumbs up. "Boss, you're really something!"

"I'm really good at it, look how hard I am." Chen Fei glanced down. "Help me out, I'm really horny right now!"

……