Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 132 A Life of Caution: Nagasu Mori

From a dozen paces away, he used a dagger as a throwing knife to strike the target's wrist.

Not to mention that Shen Da Hui couldn't do it, even Han Jin Qing himself couldn't do it, and he had never even seen such a master.

The Double Flower Red Stick of the 60s did indeed possess strong combat capabilities, but it wasn't as exaggerated as depicted in martial arts films.

Besides, even the Divine Strike Huilian Red Stick isn't that strong; how strong can it be?

This is not!

Upon hearing Li Jianqing's words, Shen Dahui quickly made a shushing gesture: "Shh~ Brother Qing, I really did make a mistake, don't expose me. My future depends on this."

Tie Tou exclaimed, "What? So, Brother Hui, you just got lucky!"

"Hey, didn't you see? Those bastards just now asked me to demonstrate, and I kept making excuses." Shen Da Hui walked over quickly and said to Tie Tou in a low voice.

Tie Tou curled his lip, thinking that he had thought Hui Ge, who seemed unreliable on the surface, was actually a hidden master.

After all that fuss, it turns out it was all fake.

Compared to the noise outside the office, the room was quieter.

Lin Zhaoyuan brewed tea and placed a cup in front of Han Sen and Biandanwei respectively: "Come, come, everyone, have some tea."

This time, we thank Brother Wai for going out to sea, and we also thank Brother Sam for coming all the way from To Kwa Wan to Sham Shui Po to save the day.

"It's not hard! It's not hard!"

"It's only a two-day trip, a pity I can't go every day." Biandanwei picked up his teacup, blew on it, and drank, moistening his lips, which were a little chapped from the sea breeze. "If I could, I'd go out to sea with the ship for a month straight without sleeping!"

Han Sen did not reply, but simply smiled and raised his teacup.

Lin Zhaoyuan finished his drink and put down his cup: "Brother Wei, it's time to split the money."

"Oh." Biandanwei got up and went to the safe, turned on the combination, took out the key, opened it, and took out a snakeskin bag.

He opened the bag, turned the bag upside down, and shook out all the contents.

Bundles of banknotes of different sizes and denominations were piled haphazardly on the table.

Lin Zhaoyuan continued brewing tea: "Count out 2 first, this is Brother Sen's share."

"This is too much, too much." Han Sen waved his hands repeatedly. "I haven't done much work before, I just came to show my face today, how can I take so much?"

"Hey, Sen-ge, this is what you deserve." Lin Zhaoyuan brewed another cup of Kung Fu tea and placed it in front of Han Sen: "I just heard them say that while I was holding off Lei Luo, Zhao Deshun actually pulled out a gun and pointed it at you."

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, Shen Da Hui was able to protect him!

He threw a knife, which struck the opponent's wrist.

If the gun were to misfire today and cause you any harm, I would feel guilty for the rest of my life.

"Haha, Mr. Lin, you're overthinking it."

Our plainclothes squad's spitting guns are only used when they're on a mission to apprehend wanted criminals.

Otherwise, the first magazine of the revolver would always be empty on ordinary days. Hansen laughed heartily, reached into his robes, and pulled out a Smith & Wesson M19 Combat Magnum with a cherry wood grip and a bright silver barrel.

As he spoke, he used his thumb to press out the revolver's magazine and showed it to Lin Zhaoyuan. Sure enough, it only contained five bullets.

"Once we plainclothes officers draw our guns, nine out of ten gangsters will be terrified!"

We rarely need to fire our guns. Mine is fine; it's a new gun that I bought myself.

Many plainclothes officers use older guns issued by the police force.

"A weak spring and a loose firing pin could cause a slight vibration and cause the gun to lurch forward on its own, leaving no empty chamber, which would be very dangerous." Hansen reloaded the magazine into the Magnum, turned the grip upside down, and handed it to Lin Zhaoyuan.

Lin Zhaoyuan didn't stand on ceremony, reached out and took it, then pulled the trigger on a cup that Bian Danwei had placed on the table.

Ding!

The hammer bounces and makes a crisp sound; it's a good gun!

After playing with it for a while, Lin Zhaoyuan returned the gun to Han Sen.

Han Sen took the gun, immediately reset the chamber, and then put it back in the holster: "So! When I saw Zhao Deshun doing the probing, he was actually reluctant to change his gun and was still using the old gun issued by the police."

I'm certain his first bullet missed!

"If he dares to fire, Bing, who's behind me, can take his life!"

At this point, Biandanwei had already counted out 2 yuan.

He sat down next to Han Sen and casually placed the money on the table: "Why? Wasn't the first shot supposed to be a blank?"

"Because Brother Sen's subordinate is always ready to shoot to protect him, the first magazine is loaded with bullets." Lin Zhaoyuan smiled at Han Sen: "If I'm not mistaken, Brother Sen, you've not only changed to a better gun yourself."

"Brother Bing, his gun is also a good gun that you funded."

"Hahaha, people are terrified of dying when they get old. You have to be alive to have the right to talk about anything else. Mr. Lin, don't you agree?" Han Sen laughed smugly.

None of the four detectives are simple.

Lin Zhaoyuan sighed inwardly, using tea tongs to place a cup of tea in Biandanwei's hand: "Brother Wei, I'll take the 3 you order. The rest is up to you. As for those local specialties, Brother Sen, please help us urge those foodies who went to Nanbeixing to settle their accounts with Brother Wei as soon as possible."

"Okay." Biandanwei picked up the tea, tilted his head back and drank it down, then got up and went to continue counting the money.

Han Sen's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Mr. Lin, I'll have Ah Bing follow up on that batch of local specialties. However, I suggest that Ah Wei transfer the people at the dock to the To Kwa Wan dock instead?"

I've been here for 10 days now, and the handover of my work is complete. I can get into the docks with a simple call; there's no need for me to stay in Sham Shui Po and be controlled by Lui Lok.

Worried that Lin Zhaoyuan wouldn't listen to advice, Han Sen continued, "Lei Luo's nickname is Smiling Tiger. He suffered a great loss this time, so he definitely won't let it go like this."

Even if he is concerned about saving face and fulfilling his promise, he will not continue to target smuggling at the dock.

He could also find other ways to make things difficult for Awei's gang, thus regaining both face and substance.

Upon hearing this, Biandanwei looked up.

However, when he noticed that Lin Zhaoyuan did not nod immediately, he continued counting the banknotes.

Lin Zhaoyuan took a puff of his cigarette and shook his head at Han Sen: "It's not that simple."

Since Hung Shun didn't have a branch in To Kwa Wan, Ah Wai's move there was seen by other triads as equivalent to Hung Shun planting his flag in another district.

Even with your help, he still needs to fight against other martial arts factions to establish himself.

Han Sen really wanted to say, "Fight if you want. We have money now, and we have men, so what are we afraid of?"

But then, upon further reflection, Han Sen realized something.

With Lin Zhaoyuan's intelligence, there's no reason he wouldn't have thought of this.

There's only one reason then: there might be some obstacles within Hong Shun's organization.

Han Sen stubbed out his cigarette, pocketed the money, and stood up. "Alright! Anyway, Mr. Lin, if you ever need anything, just send someone to the Kowloon City constables' quarters to give the word. I'll be there whenever you call. I'm fully committed to supporting Brother Wei!"

"Haha! We're all in the same boat. If there's anything I need, I definitely won't hold back with you, Brother Sen." Lin Zhaoyuan stood up and looked at Han Sen. They met eyes and burst into laughter.