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Chapter 66 Inciting War, My Expertise (Please Subscribe, Please Vote)

Shen Shaofeng pondered for a moment, then raised his hands and began to count: "Roy, if you heard me correctly, not counting Xiong Ge and the mechanic, there are at least three people in the shack."

He folded three fingers.

"There's one person outside the shed who seems to be keeping watch, at least one person inside the warehouse who seems to be handling a gun, and another person with a crown who went out on an errand and hasn't returned yet."

"In other words, we can tentatively assume that those out-of-town thugs are hiding at least six people in the auto repair shop." Uh, but—never mind, Shaofeng, you can continue.

He Guozheng was about to suggest that "the person who went out with the flower crown might be a henchman of the Yiqun," but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that Zhang Rongchao was so careful even when he went out to buy things at the supermarket, so he probably wouldn't let the Yiqun people go out to do things for them, so he quickly stopped talking.

Shen Shaofeng finished the last few sips of mineral water, squeezing the bottle so hard it made a cracking sound.

"The situation is basically clear: this is the headquarters of those outsiders. The problem now is that we don't know the exact extent of Yiqun's involvement—"

As he said this, a thought suddenly popped into his head, and he blurted out, "Roy, based on your observations, is it possible that this auto repair shop is a transit point for Yi Qun's red diesel trading?"

He Guozheng quickly recalled the details he observed in the repair shop: "There were indeed quite a few oil drums piled up inside, some new and some old. Hmm—there did seem to be a diesel smell. If this really is a red oil storage facility of Yiqun, then it makes perfect sense!"

At this point, He Guozheng's eyes lit up: "Shaofeng, are you trying to use someone else's strength against them?"

Taxes and fees make up the bulk of the price of fuel in Hong Kong Island, and the profits from smuggling duty-free industrial diesel are astonishing.

The New Territories, with its crisscrossing waterways and complex coastline, has historically been a hotbed for this business.

Shen Shaofeng snorted coldly: "Everyone knows that making red oil is extremely profitable, but the waters run deep. For example, local old-established triads like Tung Ying have been operating in the New Territories for many years, controlling more than half of the docks, warehouses, and transportation lines."

Small and medium-sized gangs that want to get involved in this kind of business either have to pay protection money and become affiliated with a criminal organization, or they have to do it secretly, but if they are discovered—”

He Guozheng suddenly realized: "Yi Qun, a small to medium-sized triad with only four or five hundred members, dared to extend its reach in Yuen Long. In Tung Ying's eyes, this was overstepping its bounds and courting death."

Shen Shaofeng snapped his fingers: "If we let this get out, what do you think Dongying will do?"

"They'll definitely make a move!" He Guozheng clenched his fist, his voice filled with excitement.

"At that time, Yiqun's attention will be completely drawn to this, and he'll be busy dealing with Dongying's attack. How will he have time to care about He Zhenxiong and the traitors he's harboring?"

"But how can we leak information to Tung Ying without making them suspect that the police are behind it?"

Shen Shaofeng already had Li Shutang in mind as the best candidate.

"I have a channel we can try, Roy. You stay here and keep a close eye on everything the repair shop does."

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"OK, leave this to me."

A fishing boat in Dapeng Bay.

Li Shutang was a little surprised to receive a call from Shen Shaofeng—this was the first time his son, this young subordinate, had taken the initiative to contact him.

"Fengzi, what do you want with this old man?"

"Uncle, I've found the hideout of those outlaws—"

Shen Shaofeng gave a concise report on the current situation.

"I want to use your channels to spread the word to Dongying, such as to Golden Tiger Sandworm."

According to internal records, the current leader of Tung Ying, Lok Ping-run (Camel), has five of the most formidable henchmen under his command—the Tung Ying Five Tigers.

Sha Meng, a prominent figure in the Yuen Long area, was known for his volatile temper, arrogance, and frequent clashes with the Hung Hing faction in Tuen Mun.

If we're going to make use of someone, then of course we should make use of the few least bright people in East Asia.

Li Shutang pondered for a moment: "It's a good idea, but bringing in Tung Ying might trigger a gangster storm in Yuen Long. Have you thought it through?"

"I've thought it through, Uncle. Those outlaws could make a move at any moment, and I must eliminate Yiqun as a variable as soon as possible!"

On the other end of the phone, Shen Shaofeng chuckled lightly: "Actually, if Lanminghua were smart enough, he would know what to do—"

He didn't spell it out, but Li Shutang, being a seasoned veteran, already understood.

Shen Shaofeng skipped the crucial step of discerning whether Lan Minghua, the leader of the Yiqun gang, was involved, allowing the underworld forces to force him to sacrifice his pawn to save his king.

Now that the Tung Ying Group is coming on strong, do you, with your wretched life, still want to get involved with these people and make the police keep an eye on you?

"At most half a day, Dongying will receive the news."

Li Shutang didn't give any further instructions and hung up the phone.

He trusted Shen Shaofeng's character and conduct.

Instead of contacting anyone in Dongying directly, Li Shutang took out another cell phone from the drawer, searched for a number, and dialed it.

A somewhat muffled voice rang out: "Who is it?"

"Ah Fa, it's me."

The voice on the other end of the phone immediately became respectful: "Cousin? What brings you here to call me?"

The person who answered the phone was nicknamed "Rotten Mouth Fat," not because he often swore, but because when he was young, he was a gangster and someone slashed his chin, requiring more than a dozen stitches. After he recovered, he started to speak with a slight lisp.

He was the "observatory" of the Yuen Long area, knowing all sorts of people, and made a living by selling information and acting as a go-between.

Li Shutang had taken care of him when he was in office, and afterwards he would occasionally patronize Lankoufa's business. He always remembered this kindness.

"There's something I need your help with," Li Shutang said bluntly.

"Don't worry, it's not a free favor; there's a tea fee."

"Cousin, you tell me, if it's possible, I, Afa, will definitely do it."

"It's simple, just let the wind blow to the sand gnats in Dongying: Yiqun and the others are making red oil, they've been operating for a while now —"

"Cousin, do those bastards, Yiqun, really dare to sell chili oil in the sandy area?"

What do you think?

Lan Kou Fa quickly said, "Cousin, I'm not questioning you—it's just that if this gets out, the sand gnats will definitely do something, and then Yuen Long will have to stir up trouble again."

"Ah Fa, that's not something you should worry about."

Lan Kou hesitated for a few seconds. He made his living from information and knew better than anyone how sensitive things were that involved the gang's territory and core interests.

"Understood, cousin. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it!"

Li Shutang already had a plan: "Go find that gambling addict named Qi Zai under Sha Meng's command. Doesn't he often gamble at your friend's gambling den? You do this and that—"

"Remember, you only overheard a truck driver saying he saw a repair shop unloading red oil drums in Lankou Village at night while you were drinking and chatting with your friends. That's all you know, understand?"

"I understand, I understand! Don't worry, cousin!" Lan Koufa assured him repeatedly.

"Okay, once it's done, the money will be transferred to your account as usual."

"Thank you so much, cousin! I'll definitely handle it perfectly!"

Meanwhile, in Lankou Village, in a small grove of trees.

Shen Shaofeng sat in the car with his eyes closed, resting. He believed that given Li Shutang's efficiency, he would soon receive a response.

A sudden vibration came from my waist.

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Shen Shaofeng opened his eyes and took the CaII machine off the belt.

In 1995, mobile phones were still a luxury for a few people in Hong Kong, and they basically only had the function of making calls and could not send or receive text messages.

These CaI machines with built-in Chinese display are the mainstream instant messaging tools.

He pressed the view button.

"0832 Hardware Store"

Purchase: 5 x strong adhesive tape, 6 x electrical wire, 12 x spring wire, 4 x roller switch, 5 x electrical tape, 4 x car charger —

This is a message Li Wenbin sent him. He has already found the shopping list of the guy who went out with the flower crown at the hardware store.

Shen Shaofeng stared at the screen, his brows slightly furrowed.

The list looked disorganized, and he couldn't understand why those guys were buying these things.

They said they wanted to modify the car for some business, but these guys are already at the repair shop, so there's no need for that.

If I were to buy it to modify a gun, it wouldn't seem right, and some of the parts aren't available at hardware stores.

Could it be a modified time bomb?

Well, that possibility can't be ruled out. After all, that mad doctor has done this kind of thing more than once. I'll make a note of it for now.

Shen Shaofeng opened the door and got out of the car. He glanced in the direction of He Guozheng, who was still lurking at the edge of the woods, closely monitoring the repair shop with binoculars. So far, he had not noticed anything unusual.

Now, he needs to wait. He needs to wait for the news to spread, for Dongying to react, and for changes to occur within the Yiqun before he can officially notify Cai Yuanqi to send that shadow force into action.

In the evening, at a tea restaurant next to an underground gambling den in Lung Tin Tsuen, Yuen Long.

Lan Koufa sat in a corner booth, slowly sipping his milk tea.

He looked to be in his fifties, with thinning hair, and most noticeably a gruesome scar that stretched from the left corner of his mouth to his chin.

"Brother Fat, you're free today?"

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A figure sauntered in and plopped down opposite them; it was Seven.

"Seven, sit down." Lan Koufa pushed a cup of iced milk tea over.

"I heard you've been having a run of bad luck with your lottery lately?"

Seven's face fell: "Don't even mention it, I'm having the worst luck ever! I lost over ten dollars at Rong Kee the other day, and now I'm being chased down by loan sharks!"

The man with the rotten mouth chuckled and said, "Just a dozen or so. It's nothing to you, Seven."

"Wet and crumbly? I don't even have money for food now!" Seven lowered his voice: "Brother Fa, do you have any good suggestions?"

Rotten Mouth looked around, handed Seven a cigarette, and whispered, "There's no good way, but I heard some news the other day. If things go well, you could make more than a dozen, maybe even dozens."

Seven's eyes lit up: "What news?"

"You know I have a wide network of connections. The other day I was drinking with an old friend, and he said he was running container shipping around Yuen Long late at night when he saw someone unloading cargo. Guess what they were unloading?"

"What?"

"Those red oil drums! My old friend glanced at them a couple of times and got yelled at by one of the thugs on the truck. 'If Yi Qun keeps doing this, he'll smash your container if he looks again—'"

Seven was lighting a cigarette when he heard this, his hand trembled, and he almost burned his own hair: "Those bastards from Yi Qun dare to run a business selling adulterated liquor on our Dong Ying turf?"

Rotten Mouth quickly put his index finger to his lips: "Shh, keep your voice down! I just heard it from someone, I don't know if it's true or not. But Seven, think about it, if it's true, wouldn't it be a great achievement for you to tell your boss, Sandfly? Then, those dozen or so you owe, hehe—"

Seven slammed his fist on the table: "Damn it! No wonder the guys down there's been a surge of cheap chili oil on the market lately, turns out someone's been overstepping their bounds! Brother Fa, if this deal is genuine, I, Seven, owe you a favor!"

"Hey, Seven, I'm only telling you this because I consider you a friend, so don't say I'm leaking information!"

"Don't worry! I, Qi Zai, am a loyal friend and I won't betray you!" Qi Zai stood up excitedly and slapped a few banknotes on the table.

"This meal's on me! I'm going to find Brother Sandworm right now!"

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