Chapter 149: A Terrifying Realization
Just as Lin Feng exited the Concord Building, his phone rang.
"It's Brother Kun's call," Li Fu said, handing over the phone.
Lin Feng wondered,
"Big Brother, why are you calling me now?"
Liang Kun on the other end of the line let out a long sigh of relief:
"It's good that you're alright."
"I've been anxiously watching the TV. The doctor's commotion was quite big. If I couldn't reach you, I was going to rally my men and storm the Concord Building."
Lin Feng felt a warmth in his heart:
"You still don't trust me?"
"I told you I didn't need you, so naturally, there was no danger."
Liang Kun chuckled:
"Were you scared?"
"Do you want Big Brother to arrange something for you to relax?"
Lin Feng pouted:
"Forget it. Huizhen is right next to me."
Liang Kun said, crestfallen:
"Consider it unsaid. I'm hanging up now."
Lin Feng hung up the phone in a very pleasant mood. It really felt good to be cared for.
Li Fu asked for instructions:
"Brother Feng, where are we going now?"
Lin Feng glanced in the rearview mirror:
"Take me and your sister-in-law home. The rest of you prepare some joss paper and take Li Jie to the cemetery."
Everyone paused, then understood.
Li Jie said gratefully:
"Boss, you don't need to trouble them."
Lin Feng sighed:
"The night I avenged your eighth sister-in-law, she dragged me to the cemetery at dawn."
Li Jie fell silent.
Honestly, he really wanted to go to the cemetery now.
So, they parted ways.
Lin Feng naturally went home to be intimate with his wife, while Li Fu, his men, and Li Jie went to the cemetery.
Li Jie sighed:
"Actually, you don't have to accompany me."
Li Fu looked at him and said:
"You are our brother."
Li Jie nodded slowly.
In truth, if tonight's events hadn't happened, neither Li Fu nor Wang Jianjun would have considered him a brother; at most, he'd be a colleague from the insurance company.
Perhaps they would have become friends, but nothing more.
However, when Li Jie, in front of a crowd of dignitaries, unhesitatingly followed Lin Feng's order to blind one of the doctor's eyes; and then, in front of a crowd of police officers, crushed the doctor's throat, watching him die.
At that moment, Li Fu and Wang Jianjun considered Li Jie their brother.
In Li Fu and Wang Jianjun's eyes, although Lin Feng was a legitimate businessman, his other identity was the Hung Hing Hall Master. And Li Jie, no matter what, was a former SWAT officer.
Once things got tangled with the police, it was impossible not to feel uneasy.
Even if Lin Feng didn't care, his subordinates had to.
And when Li Jie unhesitatingly followed Lin Feng's instructions, it was equivalent to handing over his leverage to everyone.
Everyone here dabbled in the grey areas. If you were completely clean, who would want to associate with you?
Actually, it wasn't a question of willingness, but of daring!
Everyone came from the same coal pit. If you're so white, there must be a problem.
This was a very simple thought, not directed at anyone in particular.
Li Jie understood this, but he was willing to do it.
His SWAT intuition subtly told him that Lin Feng and his group were extraordinary.
Tonight, he had shot and killed many doctor-thugs, but he also discovered a fact—in terms of marksmanship alone, he was not their match.
Whether it was Li Fu, Wang Jianjun, or even Wang Jianguo, he was not their match.
The identity of this group... was almost obvious.
Li Jie was very willing to join this team.
Vaguely, he even had a sense of sacredness, as if he were back in his old team, which made him feel very secure.
Yuen Ho-Wan didn't feel as secure.
He finally got through the mission at the Grand Hyatt Hotel, politely declined Uncle Biao and others' attempts to keep him, and seized the opportunity to pull Chan Yan-kin aside:
"Sir, I have a piece of information that Mr. Lin told me."
Chan Yan-kin was initially very displeased. Tonight was a good opportunity to communicate and bond with the Hong Kong Island Police Headquarters. Who would have thought that Yuen Ho-Wan would insist on dragging them back?
Just as he was about to get angry, he suddenly heard this, and Superintendent Chen's expression became unusually solemn:
"What information?"
Yuen Ho-Wan, with a bitter face, relayed the information.
Chan Yan-kin's face changed dramatically:
"The Mingxin Hospital morgue has just been converted into a base by Johnny Wang?"
"Let's go, let's go, let's go back to the Police Station."
Yuen Ho-Wan sighed. Being a Hot-shot Detective meant no time for rest.
Everyone sped back to the Police Station.
Chan Yan-kin pulled Yuen Ho-Wan into the office and found Johnny Wang's file:
"If it weren't for Kong Long sending back information about Johnny Wang, we wouldn't even know this guy existed."
"He's committed many cases recently, and his methods are quite ruthless."
"His methods are extremely vicious."
"Many times, those who trade with him have experienced internal strife."
"But we've never been able to find his lair."
The two summarized the cases and marked them on a map.
Then, using triangulation, they found the approximate area of Johnny Wang's base.
A prominent landmark suddenly appeared before their eyes—Mingxin Hospital!
Bang!
Yuen Ho-Wan slammed his ballpoint pen onto the map, saying bitterly:
"No wonder we could never find Johnny Wang's whereabouts, always feeling like they appeared and disappeared mysteriously. We never imagined this guy's lair would be Mingxin Hospital!"
"Who would suspect a hospital?!"
A hospital is a place for healing and saving lives. Even if there were a ruthless organ trafficking gang, the detectives investigating would not suspect the hospital, but rather private workshops.
Let alone a public hospital.
What kind of place is a public hospital?
With people coming and going every day, how could they possibly hide a group of arms dealers?
"They must be using ambulances as cover. Who would suspect ambulances driving on the roads?"
"No matter where they appear, it's always reasonable."
Everyone can get sick, and getting sick might require an ambulance. This is common knowledge.
"Johnny Wang is cunning enough to exploit a loophole in our common sense."
"This guy is also a master at manipulating people's minds."
"This is what you call 'the darkest under the lamp.'"
Yuen Ho-Wan was still fuming.
Chan Yan-kin's expression was grave:
"What else did Mr. Lin tell you?"
Yuen Ho-Wan suppressed his indignation and said:
"Mr. Lin reminded me, why does Johnny Wang dare to turn the Mingxin Hospital morgue into a base?"
Chan Yan-kin retorted:
"Why? That's a public hospital."
Yuen Ho-Wan suddenly fell silent:
"There's an insider in the hospital!"
"Or, there's a powerful figure collaborating with Johnny Wang."
The two looked at each other and said in unison:
"Investigate!"
Hong Kong's public hospitals are all funded by the Hong Kong Government and managed by the Hospital Authority. Even the hospital director doesn't have personnel authority. Who then has the ability to hand over the morgue to terrorists?
The two quickly became bewildered. Mingxin Hospital was very normal, managed by the Hospital Authority, no different from other public hospitals.
The only special thing, perhaps, was that this hospital was the designated hospital for the Anglo-Saxon Garrison.
Chan Yan-kin and Yuen Ho-Wan looked at each other, both stunned.
"There's no difference."
Chan Yan-kin suddenly had a realization:
"Do you remember why I asked you to investigate the teahouse case?"
Yuen Ho-Wan nodded:
"Of course... Earlier this year, Hong Kong suddenly had a batch of firearms, mostly made by the Big Hairy, and at the time, there was suspicion they were smuggled in from the Mainland..."
"Wait... Big Sir, you're not saying...?"
Chan Yan-kin gritted his teeth:
"It might not have come from the Mainland."
"Those closely related to the Big Hairy aren't necessarily friends."
Yuen Ho-Wan was startled:
"You mean... the Garrison?"
Chan Yan-kin said coldly:
"Johnny Wang is like he popped out of a rock. Even veteran arms dealer Uncle Hai is no match for him. Didn't A Lang's message also say that they were quite perplexed by Johnny Wang's actions?"
"They have no idea where his firearms come from."
"I'm afraid... the source is a place we wouldn't even dare to imagine."
Yuen Ho-Wan exclaimed:
"The Anglo-Saxon Garrison?"
"...It's not impossible!"
If it had been a week ago, he would never have said such a thing. If someone had dared to propose such a hypothesis, Yuen Ho-Wan would have thought they were crazy.
But now... the Hot-shot Detective genuinely believed Chan Yan-kin had a point.
After all, if even Foreigners from the Political Department were involved in drug trafficking, what was there that the Anglo-Saxon family couldn't do?
It was too damn reasonable.
"But Big Sir, we only have a hypothesis right now."
"There's no concrete evidence."
"If we're wrong..."
Chan Yan-kin immediately said:
"No, we won't be wrong."
"Think carefully. If your guess is correct, who could be doing construction work in the morgue of a public hospital?"
Yuen Ho-Wan shivered.
Indeed, it's best not to guess wrong.
Public hospitals are directly managed by the Hospital Authority. If they, too, have become corrupt... the consequences are unimaginable.
Chan Yan-kin paced back and forth:
"Now, send an urgent contact signal to A Lang. I'll report this situation to the Chief."
Yuen Ho-Wan said with a wry smile:
"A Lang is very reluctant to meet me—I am a public figure, too big a target."
The Hot-shot Detective was often in the media, whether on TV or in newspapers, and he was frequently reported on.
Moreover, Yuen Ho-Wan was tall and well-built, a natural clothes hanger. Even if someone said he was a popular movie star, many people would believe it.
Chan Yan-kin took a deep breath:
"Now is not the time for that. You must contact Kong Long quickly and tell him what we've found out."
"You need to know..."
"Not telling A Lang this news could cost him his life."
Yuen Ho-Wan said helplessly:
"If A Lang doesn't see me, it's not my fault."
Chan Yan-kin repeatedly said:
"Just go!"
So, the matter was settled. Yuen Ho-Wan didn't delay and quickly sent an urgent meeting signal to Kong Long.
Half an hour later, by a beach on Hong Kong Island, Kong Long met Yuen Ho-Wan with a sour expression:
"Didn't I tell you not to come see me? You're Hong Kong's famous Hot-shot Detective. About three out of ten Hong Kong people know you. If someone sees us together, both of us are finished."
Kong Long was as annoyed as could be.
Why would Big Sir arrange such a contact person for him?
Isn't this just causing him trouble?
The short-tempered Hot-shot Detective, however, did not retort:
"It's urgent. I had to come out and tell you."
Kong Long's heart stirred:
"What happened?"
Yuen Ho-Wan asked:
"Have you still not found Johnny Wang's arms source?"
Kong Long suddenly turned his head:
"You found it?"
Yuen Ho-Wan sighed:
"We only have information about his stronghold, but for the arms source, we only have a guess."
Kong Long thought for a moment and said:
"Johnny Wang's movements are a mystery; we've never been able to find his base."
"If we could know where his stronghold is, perhaps through investigation, we could find out his arms source."
Yuen Ho-Wan remained silent for a while before saying:
"Johnny Wang's base is in the Mingxin Hospital morgue."
Kong Long exclaimed:
"A hospital?"
Yuen Ho-Wan said with a wry smile:
"That's right, a hospital!"
"These guys have turned the public hospital morgue into a terrorist base... Your thinking is also our thinking. Big Sir and I investigated, and guess what we found?"
Kong Long's face darkened upon hearing this.
Yuen Ho-Wan sighed:
"This is why I came to find you... Mingxin Hospital is one of over forty public hospitals in Hong Kong, directly managed by the Medical Bureau, without the messy shareholders of private hospitals."
"But there's one thing... it's a designated hospital for the Anglo-Saxon Garrison."
"You should understand its significance."
Kong Long was speechless for a moment.
"What?"
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind,
"No one has ever been able to trace Johnny Wang's weapon source. Could it be..."
Yuen Ho-Wan said with a blank face:
"Otherwise, why would I take such a big risk to find you?"
Kong Long immediately understood the seriousness of the matter.
Yuen Ho-Wan suddenly asked:
"Uncle Hai is competing with Johnny Wang. What do you think he would do if he knew this news?"
Kong Long was astonished:
"Report this news to Uncle Hai?"
Yuen Ho-Wan stared at him and asked:
"Is it a good idea?"
Kong Long thought about it, then shook his head:
"Uncle Hai is old; he lost his youthful drive long ago. When he talks to me lately, it's always about his affairs after death."
Yuen Ho-Wan found it quite absurd:
"He's an arms dealer who's been in this business for so long, and he's still thinking about his affairs after death?"
Kong Long shrugged:
"The older you get in the underworld, the more cautious you become."
"However, Uncle Hai isn't afraid of death. He's wondering what kind of evaluation he'll receive after he dies, whether he'll be remembered with a bad name."
Yuen Ho-Wan scoffed endlessly:
"Does that even need to be said?"
Then he reacted, his mouth wide open,
"That old man, does he actually want a respectable reputation?"
Kong Long shrugged:
"What else?"
Yuen Ho-Wan said fiercely:
"Dream on!"
"For someone like him, not being reviled after death is already good."
"He wants to leave a mark, a name... Never mind that he won't even leave his life, even if he could, it would be a bad name!"
Kong Long pondered in silence.
Yuen Ho-Wan was a bit worried:
"You've been an undercover agent for a long time. You haven't developed feelings for Guan Hai, have you? That's a big taboo!"
Kong Long spat:
"If I had developed feelings for Uncle Hai, would I still come out to see you?"
Yuen Ho-Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
Being an undercover agent is not easy, especially in an organization involved in such extreme illicit activities.
Murder, robbery, and double-crossing are commonplace.
In these precarious days, those they can rely on are not their colleagues in the Police Force, but rather the criminal gangs.
The Police Force has precedents; many undercover agents developed feelings for these criminals due to constant interaction, ultimately either betraying their side or being eliminated by the criminals.
Therefore, when police officers undertake extreme undercover missions, their superiors always instruct them that if they encounter a colleague in a Triad, they must never acknowledge each other, no matter what.
A Triad is a big dyeing vat; once you enter it, it's hard to tell whether you're truly black or white.
Not acknowledging former colleagues protects both others and oneself, though protecting oneself is, of course, the most important aspect.
Kong Long pondered for a long time before saying:
"I can try to talk to Uncle Hai about this."
Yuen Ho-Wan asked, puzzled:
"Didn't you say he had lost the drive of his youth?"
Kong Long nodded:
"Yes, he has indeed lost the drive of his youth."
Yuen Ho-Wan wondered:
"If that's the case, why mention it? Wouldn't that force Uncle Hai to side with Johnny Wang?"
Kong Long shook his head:
"You don't understand the relationship between them."
"Uncle Hai is a more traditional Triad elder, while Johnny Wang is a new generation who disregards rules."
"In the eyes of traditional elders, arms groups are still patriarchal, and the younger members are like their own descendants."
"Johnny Wang's disregard for all laws and regulations is actually very unpopular."
"Most importantly, Johnny Wang's arms source is not internal to the organization."
"Uncle Hai and others believe that Johnny Wang is inevitably suspected of 'washing the stable' (eating from both sides)."
Yuen Ho-Wan was astonished:
"Eating from both sides?"
Kong Long retorted:
"Using the arms group's channels to help others sell arms, isn't that eating from both sides?"
"If our guess is true... Johnny Wang isn't just 'washing the stable,' he's also 'wearing red shoes' (a severe betrayal)!"
"According to the rules, he should be given three cuts and six holes and thrown into the sea."
Yuen Ho-Wan's eyes lit up:
"You want to instigate a gang war between them?"
Kong Long sighed:
"I do have that intention, but unfortunately, Uncle Hai..."
Yuen Ho-Wan's eyes widened:
"Johnny Wang is already riding roughshod over Uncle Hai, and he still isn't planning a gang war?"
Kong Long shrugged:
"It's not that Uncle Hai doesn't want to, it's mainly that I don't want to."
Yuen Ho-Wan asked in surprise:
"The more you talk, the less I understand. How are you the key to a conflict between these two factions of the arms group?"
Kong Long couldn't help but roll his eyes:
"Because... I haven't explicitly agreed to be Uncle Hai's successor yet."
Huh?
"Don't you understand? If I agreed to Uncle Hai, I would immediately take over and become the helmsman of the arms group."
"An undercover agent becoming a boss?"
"Huh?"
Yuen Ho-Wan suddenly clapped Kong Long on the shoulder:
"Good lad, I thought you were just a Laang Zai, but I didn't expect you to be so capable."
"Isn't this good?"
"With one of Hong Kong's largest arms groups in your hands, we wouldn't have to worry about it doing evil."
Kong Long was even more speechless.
"It's not that simple. Go back and ask Big Sir for instructions. If he agrees, I'll give it a try."
"If he doesn't agree, I'll think of another way."
Yuen Ho-Wan was very puzzled; Kong Long had an excellent opportunity to rise to power, so there was no reason for Chan Yan-kin not to agree, right?
***
Chapter 150: Chiang Tin-Sung Attacked
Lin Feng went to sleep, holding his wife.
Tonight, Ho Man brought Fang Ting back with her.
The live broadcast from the Grand Hyatt Hotel had truly scared them. So many police officers, and explosion sounds constantly echoing.
Even knowing Lin Feng was fine, it had greatly frightened the two women.
Lok Wai-Jan, who had been with Lin Feng the entire time, hadn't felt the slightest danger.
The three sisters, being together, had endless things to talk about.
Lin Feng was happy to have more people at home. Such a big house, yet only one floor was lit up each time. This was one of the reasons Lin Feng didn't want to live at Victoria Peak.
While Lin Feng was enjoying himself, Liang Kun also felt relieved. He smiled at Chiang Tin-Sung and said:
"Mr. Chiang, I told you, Ah Feng is fine."
Chiang Tin-Sung sighed:
"Although Ah Feng is carefree, he is our Causeway Bay Chairman, and nothing can happen to him."
"Outwardly, he doesn't seem to manage much, but he is one of Hung Hing's most outstanding Straw Sandals..."
"Many people are watching!"
Liang Kun laughed heartily:
"Mr. Chiang, you can remove the 'one of'; he is Hung Hing's most formidable Straw Sandal."
If it were anyone else taking away his honor, Liang Kun would definitely be angry.
But this was Lin Feng, so what couldn't he give?
Liang Kun was very open-minded.
Chiang Tin-Sung smiled:
"Alright, since nothing happened, I'll go get busy."
Liang Kun asked in surprise:
"At this hour, you still have things to do?"
Chiang Tin-Sung said helplessly:
"Lam Yiu-cheung of Sun Luen Shing invited me for tea."
"I have to go, don't I?"
Liang Kun kindly reminded him:
"Mr. Chiang, the underworld is not peaceful right now. Who would have thought that even firearms would be used in the Concord Building?"
"We are a conventional Triad, completely different from those extreme, crooked businesses. Ah Feng has also been ordered to investigate the mole in Sun Luen Shing..."
"You must strengthen your security."
"Do you want me to send people?"
Chiang Tin-Sung was speechless:
"Ah Kun, I've been in the underworld since I was young. How could I not know the importance of this?"
"Don't worry, I'll arrange for Ah Yao to protect me."
"Alright, alright, I made this call just to ask about Ah Feng's situation. Since he's fine, I won't say more, okay?"
Liang Kun had no choice but to hang up the phone.
Chiang Tin-Sung shook his head, speechless:
"Liang Kun is actually worried about my safety?"
"I am the Hung Hing Chairman; how could I go out alone?"
"Ah Yao, arrange for people. We're going to see Lam Yiu-cheung."
Chan Yiu immediately arranged for people.
When Chiang Tin-Sung went out, he was indeed surrounded by seven or eight burly men, an effect comparable to a'street-clearing tiger.' It was incredibly imposing.
However, to be honest, Chiang Tin-Sung really didn't like it.
What respectable person goes out with so many bodyguards?
Only people from their Triad needed such a street-clearing escort when they went out.
This wasn't for show; it was purely for safety.
There were countless people from rival Triads in the underworld, and those Young and Dangerous who fantasized about killing people to rise in rank, all wanting to take them down.
This was also one of Chiang Tin-Sung's motivations for wanting to go legitimate.
With this kind of entourage, everyone knew it was a Triad boss on an outing. Passersby would avoid them as much as possible, hurrying along with their heads down, their eyes showing no envy, only disgust.
If the Police Force didn't target you, who would they target?
Chiang Tin-Sung was very helpless.
"Mr. Chiang, Brother Chang called five minutes ago. He's waiting for you at Arrogance Restaurant!"
Chiang Tin-Sung asked:
"Did you tell Big D?"
Chan Yiu shook his head:
"No!"
Chiang Tin-Sung slowly nodded:
"There's no need to inform Big D now. The Wo Luen Shing are all old foxes. There's no need to provoke them at this time."
"These old foxes are masters at being annoying."
Chan Yiu nodded in understanding.
Arrogance Restaurant was a restaurant exclusively for underworld bosses. Anyone with a name in the underworld loved to dine there.
8:30 PM was prime time. To book a table for that slot, you not only needed enough status but also had to pay extra!
Arrogance Restaurant even had an armored vehicle permanently parked downstairs.
No other reason: everyone coming and going were underworld bosses. If the Police Force didn't keep an eye on this place, who would they watch?
Fortunately, those who came to dine here were all big bosses and quite reputable; there were no cases of defaulting on bills.
When you're in the underworld, you care about face. Especially on such a big platform, if anyone ate without paying, their reputation would be ruined instantly, and the entire underworld would look down on them.
Even Fire Shit, the notoriously poor man of the underworld, always paid when he came here to eat.
The cost of a bad reputation was too high.
Legend has it that the boss of Arrogance Restaurant was very powerful, truly someone who controlled both sides, black and white. Both underworld bosses and the Police Force had to give him some face.
Chiang Tin-Sung arrived at Arrogance Restaurant with his men and became irritated seeing his bodyguards surrounding him:
"Arrogance Restaurant is famously safe... what are you doing surrounding me here?"
Chan Yiu thought he was right, so he waved his hand, and the bodyguards immediately moved four or five steps away from Chiang Tin-Sung.
Chiang Tin-Sung was quite speechless. Four or five steps away from him? They might as well have stayed right by his side!
What the hell was this?
Chiang Tin-Sung knew this was the most the bodyguards could do, so he didn't dwell on it and strode confidently into the restaurant.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
A pickup truck suddenly sped over. As everyone was stunned, a dark gun barrel emerged from the pickup.
Chan Yiu was scared out of his wits:
"Protect Mr. Chiang!"
The gun fired!
Bang bang bang bang!
The sounds were incessant.
Chiang Tin-Sung fell backward, rolling several times, and rushed into the restaurant.
Several of his bodyguards were immediately taken down.
Chan Yiu rushed in recklessly, his voice trembling:
"Mr. Chiang?!"
Chiang Tin-Sung was drenched in sweat, gritting his teeth:
"I'm not dead!"
He grunted, then said,
"I got grazed by a bullet!"
Chan Yiu let out a long sigh of relief.
As the gunshots rang out, the entire Arrogance Restaurant fell into chaos. Lam Yiu-cheung, with Fai Wong, ran down from upstairs and was shocked to see Chiang Tin-Sung's condition:
"Mr. Chiang, what happened?"
Chiang Tin-Sung tried his best to appear nonchalant:
"Someone tried to kill me, but they didn't succeed."
Fai Wong looked at his blood-soaked arm and his composed expression, genuinely admiring him:
"Mr. Chiang is a true man!"
Chiang Tin-Sung shook his head and directly instructed Chan Yiu:
"Call Ah Kun and Ah Feng; tell them to support me."
Chan Yiu was already flustered,
"I'll have them arrange bodyguards right away."
Chiang Tin-Sung sighed:
"What do we need bodyguards for? A shooting incident happened in front of Arrogance Restaurant; do you think the Police Force won't come immediately?"
"Have Ah Feng arrange a few big lawyers for me and get us all out."
Chiang Tin-Sung apologized to Lam Yiu-cheung:
"Brother Chang, I originally wanted to have a drink with you, but I didn't expect something like this to happen."
Lam Yiu-cheung's face was clouded with gloom:
"Perhaps it wasn't you who implicated me, but I who implicated you."
Chiang Tin-Sung's expression also changed, but he didn't say much:
"Let's talk about it when Ah Feng gets here."
Lam Yiu-cheung nodded repeatedly:
"That's right, let's wait until Ah Feng arrives."
Chan Yiu hastily ran to a nearby spot to make a call.
To distract himself from the pain, Chiang Tin-Sung deliberately chatted with Lam Yiu-cheung:
"Brother Chang really admires Ah Feng."
Lam Yiu-cheung was very surprised:
"Didn't Ah Feng tell you guys?"
Chiang Tin-Sung asked curiously:
"Tell us what?"
Lam Yiu-cheung whispered:
"Master Jin gave Ah Feng a fortune reading, and it was extraordinary!"
Chiang Tin-Sung was startled, then realized:
"You mean Master Jin's prediction that Ah Feng is Ziwei Emperor reincarnated?"
Lam Yiu-cheung was truly astonished this time:
"Ah Feng told you about something like that?"
Chiang Tin-Sung was very proud:
"Brother Chang, don't you know? Ah Feng never hides anything he does. The matter of Master Jin giving him a fortune reading, he immediately told Ah Kun and me."
Lam Yiu-cheung gave a thumbs-up:
"Amazing, that kid."
"I think even more highly of him now."
Chiang Tin-Sung slowly nodded.
If it were anyone else, they would never expose their privacy and secrets.
Regardless, such matters were extremely personal.
Especially in a fate-believing environment like Hong Kong, there was a rumor in the underworld that once someone knew your geomancy fate, those with ill intentions could target you with the help of a grand geomancer.
At that point, it would be impossible to guard against.
Lin Feng's actions were truly magnanimous!
That's why Lam Yiu-cheung admired him so much.
Chiang Tin-Sung was very proud; Lin Feng was his man.
Before Lin Feng became the Causeway Bay Chairman, he would never have reached such a conclusion.
However, ever since Lin Feng left Liang Kun's side, the series of actions he took made Chiang Tin-Sung pleasantly surprised to find that Lin Feng was a pure Triad member, wholeheartedly dedicated to the Triad.
Such a person might have his own selfish motives, but he would definitely be loyal to the Triad.
Hung Hing was the Chiang family's domain; as long as he was in power for a day, Lin Feng would not oppose him.
Not only that, Lin Feng even turned around and persuaded Liang Kun to also be loyal to Chiang Tin-Sung.
The most important thing was that Lin Feng acted openly and honestly, without concealment.
Everything in Causeway Bay was under Chiang Tin-Sung's nose, so what else could that be but loyalty to him?
Chiang Tin-Sung was very clear about this: a Triad was a Triad after all, and everyone joined to make money; with the same goal, not hiding one's dirty deeds meant they were one of his own.
As long as it was good for the Triad, he could even use Lin Feng's power.
What the hell is this if not one of his own?
Lin Feng and Liang Kun were completely different from someone like Sai B.
Sai B, to put it nicely, was Chiang Tin-Sung's echo; to put it bluntly, he was Chiang Tin-Sung's dog. His abilities were limited; he would only help Chiang Tin-Sung bite people, and was completely useless otherwise.
Liang Kun and Lin Feng were different; these two had great capabilities and could enhance the Triad's value.
Most importantly, the other party did not hide his ambition; he wanted to be Hung Hing's Dragon Head, but he made it clear that they would only contend for it if the Chiang family were to step down.
If Chiang Tin-Sung didn't heavily rely on such a person, wouldn't he be a fool?
Chiang Tin-Sung was surprised to find that at this tense moment of his attack, the first person he thought of was not his right-hand man, Chan Yiu, nor even his brother Chiang Tin-Yeung, who was far away in Siam, but rather the brothers Liang Kun and Lin Feng!
"What?"
"Chiang Tin-Sung was attacked? And you want me to investigate?"
"I just worked out for an hour!"
After Lin Feng received Liang Kun's call, he immediately started cursing.
The three women simultaneously got up, proactively moving away from him.
Lin Feng casually put on his pajamas and went to the study, frowning as he asked:
"What exactly is going on?"
Liang Kun also cursed loudly:
"Chiang Tin-Sung called me tonight, asking about your safety. At the end, he said he was going to You Gu Qi Restaurant with Lam Yiu-cheung for dinner. I even kindly told him to strengthen his security."
"As a result, less than half an hour after hanging up, I received a call from that guy Chan Yiu, saying that Chiang Tin-Sung was ambushed by gunmen at the entrance of You Gu Qi!"
"Damn it."
"Are you the only one working out? I'm working out too."
"What a buzzkill. Why didn't that gunman just kill him?"
Lin Feng frowned and said:
"Didn't I remind you to strengthen security recently?"
Liang Kun felt very wronged:
"I did strengthen it! Chicken is so afraid I'll be attacked that he arranges four or five cars every time, and there are always a dozen or so people when I go out."
"But I can only manage myself; who can manage Chiang Tin-Sung?"
"Chan Yiu conveyed that Mr. Chiang wants you to arrange a few senior lawyers to bail him and Lam Yiu-cheung from the Police Force."
Lin Feng pouted:
"A few senior lawyers? One is enough."
"Alright, I'll arrange this."
"Brother Kun, do you know when Mr. Chiang was meeting Brother Chang today?"
Liang Kun rolled his eyes:
"Why would I ask that?"
Suddenly, a thought struck him,
"Ah Feng, do you mean that the gunman knew Chiang Tin-Sung's whereabouts in advance, and that's why he ambushed him at that time?"
Lin Feng retorted:
"Otherwise?"
Liang Kun mused:
"Your guess makes a lot of sense... The timing of the gunman's arrival was really coincidental. If he didn't know Chiang Tin-Sung's whereabouts, it would be impossible to do this."
"Huh... why are you so concerned about who ambushed Chiang Tin-Sung?"
Lin Feng complained:
"I really don't want to care, but guess what? When we both go to the Police Force to bail Chiang Tin-Sung later, who do you think he'll assign this troublesome task to?"
Liang Kun was speechless:
"Oh, right. You had that brilliant experience of investigating Sai B's family massacre in half a day, so this matter will naturally fall to you."
Lin Feng rolled his eyes hard, complaining wildly:
"I'm not a police officer!"
Complaining aside, the work still had to be done.
"Brother Kun, I'll pick you up later."
"This is a critical moment. I'll just let Xiao Fu bring people."
"You bring Ah Wu, and Chicken can stay home and watch the house."
Liang Kun also agreed:
"Chicken's skills still need practice. He's more of a housekeeper type, not a bodyguard type."
"Then I'll wait for you at home."
Lin Feng got up and returned to the bedroom, saying gloomily to the women:
"Chiang Tin-Sung was shot but is not seriously injured. I have to go visit him."
"Alas, my beautiful night is gone again."
Ho Man and the others chuckled.
The three women were all understanding and knew he had important business to do, so they naturally didn't stop him.
Lin Feng made a phone call to Li Fu, and five minutes later, Li Fu and the others arrived at the door, waiting for him.
In the car, Lin Feng said:
"Before, at the restaurant, there were too many people and too many eyes, so I didn't tell you some things."
"The matter at the Grand Hyatt Hotel, on the surface, was for Ah Jie's revenge, but in reality, it was different."
"That was our Security Company's first unified operation, and this operation perfectly achieved our goals."
"When working for me, rewards for merit and punishments for mistakes are mandatory."
"I have two options for you to choose from."
"The first option is that each of you will own one percent of the shares, and these shares will be yours permanently after five years of work."
"The second option is that each of you will receive two hundred thousand in cash."
"How you choose is up to you."
Li Jie was startled and quickly said:
"Boss, I went for revenge. I don't need these shares."
Lin Feng shook his head:
"One thing at a time."
"Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. We are a Security Company, and we especially emphasize discipline."
"Clear responsibilities, clear rewards and punishments, that is our discipline."
"Ah Jie, you don't need to say more."
Li Jie opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.
Lin Feng asked,
"Which one do you choose?"
Lok Tin-hung was the most direct:
"Whichever Brother Fu chooses, I'll choose."
Wang Jianjun and the others had similar thoughts.
Li Fu smiled and said:
"I want shares—all of us here are talented, and with Brother Feng at the helm, I'm optimistic about the Security Company growing bigger and stronger."
Everyone had no objection.
Lin Feng smiled and said:
"Xiao Fu, good foresight. Don't worry, it won't be long before you realize how valuable this choice was."
Twenty minutes later, they picked up Liang Kun and Mo Chiu-Nam, the latter cursing and grumbling:
"Such a thing happening late at night is really a bummer."
Mong Kok and Causeway Bay were all one family. Liang Kun never expressed his thoughts like this in front of the Causeway Bay people. What was surprising was that this guy, on the contrary, concealed his judgment in front of some people from Mong Kok's branch.
"Ah Feng, who do you think was behind Chiang Tin-Sung's attack this time?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Anyone is possible."
Liang Kun was stunned:
"Is Chiang Tin-Sung hated that much?"
Lin Feng sneered:
"The Chairman is in a position of great danger, naturally targeted by all sides."
"Lately, our Hung Hing has been in the limelight."
"That certainly attracts jealousy."
"Everyone wants to hit Hung Hing hard."
"Not to mention the Dragon Heads of various Triads, even newly initiated Young and Dangerous who constantly want to climb the ranks by cutting people down, want to kill a Dragon Head to make a name for themselves."
Liang Kun said angrily:
"I asked you to analyze the reason for Chiang Tin-Sung's assassination, not to indirectly insult me... Be serious."
Lin Feng smiled and said:
"If you think about it seriously, it's much simpler. The one who ambushed Chiang Tin-Sung was a gunman, not a knife-wielder."
"This is not something ordinary Jianghu people can do."
Liang Kun was startled:
"That makes sense."
Some people might misunderstand, thinking that Triad vendettas are carried out in whatever way is convenient, right?
Wrong.
Traditional Triads used knife-wielders, meaning cold weapons.
This kind of attack would not involve stray bullets accidentally injuring passersby, which naturally limited vendettas to the scope of Triad feuds.
In other words, even if the police found out, they would only classify it as a Triad vendetta.
The police's attitude towards Triads has always been public—as long as they don't use malicious methods against ordinary people, they can do whatever they want!
"Interesting," Liang Kun murmured.