Chapter 161: Watching Him Go In, Watching Him Come Out
Inspector Cheng Guobin, after receiving the file from Lin Feng, excitedly rushed into Director Guan's office.
Director Guan looked at him curiously:
"What's making you so happy?"
Ever since Lo Chung-lun's murder, Director Guan hadn't seen a smile on Inspector Cheng Guobin's face.
This was partly because Inspector Cheng Guobin himself was a serious person, rarely smiling even normally, but more importantly, Lo Chung-lun's death weighed heavily on Inspector Cheng Guobin's shoulders.
Director Guan was a classmate and close friend to both of them, so he naturally understood the deep friendship between Inspector Cheng Guobin and Lo Chung-lun.
To be honest, no matter why Inspector Cheng Guobin was so excited, he was happy for him.
"Evidence!"
"I found the evidence!"
Director Guan had Inspector Cheng Guobin sit down and reached for the file. With just a glance, he was shocked:
"Richard's file?"
"What's going on?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin said excitedly:
"Mr. Lin gave it to me."
Director Guan's pupils constricted:
"Mr. Lin? Lin Feng?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin nodded:
"Yes, it's Lin Feng."
"He approached me and gave me this file."
Director Guan was utterly confused:
"Why would Lin Feng give you this?"
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and Director Guan said in alarm,
"The person who shot Chiang Tin-Sung was arranged by Richard?"
The Hung Hing Dragon Head being shot in front of the Yau Gwat Hei Restaurant had already spread throughout the underworld. Relevant individuals had long received the news and were eagerly trying to find out who did it.
They never expected it to be that Foreigner, Richard.
Director Guan found it truly strange:
"Why would Richard provoke Hung Hing for no reason?"
"He hasn't even dealt with Sun Luen Shing yet."
Inspector Cheng Guobin already knew the full story:
"I've looked into it. Richard sent gunmen this time to ambush Chiang Tin-Sung as a warning."
"The reason is that Richard wanted to use drugs to lure Sun Luen Shing's enforcers, coveting the position of Sun Luen Shing's Dragon Head. Lam Yiu-cheung sought help from Chiang Tin-Sung, and Hung Hing sent Lin Feng to assist, which triggered this incident."
"I guess Richard wanted to give Hung Hing a warning."
Director Guan chuckled:
"Sending gunmen to ambush Chiang Tin-Sung as a warning?"
"Has Richard, who has always been so high and mighty, forgotten something?"
"Hung Hing is a Triad!"
"Chiang Tin-Sung is the Dragon Head!"
"Ambushing Chiang Tin-Sung is no small warning; it's a blatant slap in Chiang Tin-Sung's face, and even more so, a blatant slap in Hung Hing's face."
"Will the Hung Hing members swallow this humiliation?"
"Impossible!"
"Richard could provoke anyone else, but he chose to provoke Hung Hing? Does this guy really think he can do whatever he wants just because he has white skin?"
Director Guan's mood suddenly brightened considerably.
Being able to see the Senior Superintendent of the Political Department in a tough spot made him feel as refreshed as eating a mouthful of shaved ice on a hot day.
"No wonder Lin Feng gave you this; this is Hung Hing's counterattack, right?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin's expression was subtle:
"No..."
Director Guan's eyes almost popped out:
"What?"
"This isn't considered a counterattack?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin shook his head regretfully:
"No, Mr. Lin said this was just to let me vent, a small warning from Hung Hing to Richard."
Director Guan was a bit stunned:
"This is considered a small warning?"
He felt this warning was not small at all; Richard's deeply hidden personal information had been dug out.
If it weren't for Lin Feng delivering this file, who would believe that Richard, as a Senior Superintendent, actually had ten million in cash in each of his two accounts?
Inspector Cheng Guobin frowned:
"Mr. Lin said we can't bring Richard down with this."
Director Guan was so angry he laughed:
"How will Richard explain these twenty million?"
"He wouldn't earn twenty million even if he worked his whole life as a Superintendent in the Political Department!"
"And this can't bring Richard down?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin smiled wryly:
"Mr. Lin said I should prepare myself mentally, that Richard has people behind him."
"He also said not to go through internal police channels..."
Director Guan nodded fiercely:
"We definitely can't go through the Internal Affairs Department. The Internal Affairs Department is practically a mouthpiece for the Political Department. If we hand it to them, he'll be released in an instant."
Inspector Cheng Guobin continued:
"Mr. Lin's suggestion is to go through the ICAC."
Director Guan clapped his hands:
"Good!"
"Doesn't the ICAC say they are fair, open, and just? Then let them investigate."
Inspector Cheng Guobin's mouth twitched... Director Guan asked curiously:
"It's not good for your health to keep things bottled up."
Inspector Cheng Guobin simply said:
"Mr. Lin said the ICAC has their people."
"Richard will still be acquitted."
Director Guan's mouth dropped open:
"What?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin's face was grim:
"I thought Mr. Lin was lying."
"But when he told me this, his tone of absolute certainty had a powerful Infectious."
"I actually, incredibly, believed him."
"Big Sir, you don't think this could be true, do you?"
Director Guan sighed:
"Hard to say."
Inspector Cheng Guobin's face became even grimmer.
However, Director Guan asked:
"You're not thinking of taking Richard down with one blow, are you?"
"If you are, then I have to criticize you."
"Think about it, if he could truly be taken down with one blow, do you think the Chief wouldn't have thought of it?"
"He would probably be willing to do it, no matter the cost, wouldn't he?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin was speechless, and after a long moment, he said,
"Big Sir, you're right."
Recalling Wong Bing-Yiu's furious expression that night, Inspector Cheng Guobin still felt a lingering fear. He had never seen the Chief so angry.
Director Guan thought for a moment and said:
"You go directly to the ICAC."
"You watch them make the arrest, you watch them release him..."
"These are extraordinary times. We don't even know who our opponents are, who our enemies are."
"It's good to use this as a test."
Inspector Cheng Guobin's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Evidence that would 100% strip a regular Inspector of his police uniform, when it came to Richard, merely became a test.
The way things were developing truly puzzled Inspector Cheng Guobin.
But there was no choice. Director Guan had spoken, so what else could be done?
He could only do as instructed.
Inspector Cheng Guobin saluted Director Guan and left with the file.
Ring ring ring!
Inspector Cheng Guobin's phone suddenly rang. He checked it and saw it was an unfamiliar number. After a moment of thought, he answered:
"Inspector Cheng Guobin, Tsim Sha Tsui O Division. Who is this?"
"Inspector Cheng, I'm Senior Inspector Kang Daohang from the Criminal Intelligence Division of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters. Do you have time? Regarding the file you have, shall we talk?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin was startled:
"You..."
Kang Daohang sighed:
"Don't misunderstand, I'm the head of the special investigation team appointed by the Chief. I'm responsible for investigating Superintendent Lo Chung-lun's death."
Inspector Cheng Guobin immediately said:
"Where are you?"
Ten minutes later, Inspector Cheng Guobin arrived at the Criminal Intelligence Division of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters.
The two met.
Kang Daohang led Inspector Cheng Guobin into his office:
"If it were an outsider, we'd naturally meet outside, but you're one of us, and our office is safer."
Inspector Cheng Guobin gave a wry smile.
Kang Daohang explained the situation to him:
"After Superintendent Lo Chung-lun's incident, I was appointed by Chief Wong Bing-Yiu as the head of a secret investigation team, responsible for investigating Superintendent Lo Chung-lun's murder case."
Inspector Cheng Guobin said expressionlessly:
"Secret... Ha!"
Kang Daohang also sighed:
"There's no choice. We all know Superintendent Lo Chung-lun died from murder, yet the report submitted by the Foreigner in the Traffic Division stated it was a traffic accident."
"Now that the Foreigners are in power, their influence is immense. If we don't investigate secretly, I believe I wouldn't have any information at all right now."
Inspector Cheng Guobin was speechless.
Kang Daohang hit the nail on the head.
The current situation was indeed infuriating.
Lo Chung-lun clearly died from murder, yet they could only classify it as a traffic accident.
Even Wong Bing-Yiu couldn't change this matter.
Honestly, the fact that Wong Bing-Yiu could secretly establish an investigation team instead of simply ignoring Lo Chung-lun's case already made him a conscientious superior.
Inspector Cheng Guobin collected himself and asked:
"Do you have any leads?"
Kang Daohang nodded:
"A little."
Inspector Cheng Guobin said excitedly:
"Can you tell me?"
Kang Daohang smiled:
"That's why we called you."
"We investigated the dump truck driver who caused Sir Luo's death."
Inspector Cheng Guobin said coldly:
"That was murder!"
Kang Daohang nodded slightly:
"Indeed, it was murder."
"We investigated the driver and found out this guy has lung cancer—late stage."
"The doctor said he only has six months to live."
Inspector Cheng Guobin's face was contorted, his hands clenched tightly.
"You must have figured it out. This guy knew his days were numbered, so he tried every possible way to leave some money for his family."
"So someone found him and hired him for a hundred thousand to carry out the wicked plan."
Silence!
A long moment of silence.
"One hundred thousand?"
"Only one hundred thousand?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.
Lo Chung-lun was too wronged, wasn't he? He lost his life for just one hundred thousand?
Inspector Cheng Guobin asked sharply:
"Where is that person?"
Kang Daohang shook his head regretfully:
"Three days after the tragedy, that person passed away."
Inspector Cheng Guobin was startled:
"No witness left?"
Kang Daohang nodded heavily:
"No witness left."
"The killer had already planned it before the crime; he knew he would die after committing this case."
Inspector Cheng Guobin sneered repeatedly:
"He should have died a long time ago."
"What about the money that hired him? Can it be traced?"
Kang Daohang shook his head:
"Unfortunately, they were all old banknotes."
"It's basically impossible to find out who the original owner was from the banknotes."
Inspector Cheng Guobin frowned deeply.
However, Kang Daohang said:
"However, we also confirmed one thing: the person who hired him is from Sun Luen Shing."
Inspector Cheng Guobin sighed:
"What if we find that person?"
"The killer is already dead..."
At this moment, Inspector Cheng Guobin truly wished he was part of a Triad; Triad members wouldn't care about so many rules and regulations.
Kang Daohang remained silent, then quickly perked up:
"We can't say that. As long as we know who the killer is, we can take corresponding actions."
"At least we can effectively prevent similar incidents."
Inspector Cheng Guobin's face was stern:
"In my opinion, killing one to warn a hundred is the best approach."
Kang Daohang gave a bitter smile.
He had heard about the bond between the three musketeers of Tsim Sha Tsui, so he wisely refrained from persuading.
This kind of thing shouldn't be advised against; the more you try to persuade, the more counterproductive it becomes.
Kang Daohang would never do such a foolish thing.
Inspector Cheng Guobin softened his tone and asked curiously:
"Kang Sir, you didn't call me here just to tell me this, did you?"
Kang Daohang quickly said:
"Of course not. I heard that Mr. Lin gave you a file and asked you to report Richard?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin gave a thumbs-up and said:
"As expected of the elite of the Criminal Intelligence Division, the news is well-informed."
Kang Daohang asked:
"Can I take a look at that file?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin was indifferent, pushing the file bag forward:
"If you need to, feel free to look it over. I'll be handing it over to the ICAC later."
Kang Daohang paused slightly:
"ICAC?"
"That's fine. Anyway, the ICAC also has his people."
Inspector Cheng Guobin suddenly jolted: "You know Richard has people in the ICAC?"
Kang Daohang nodded:
"I know."
"Actually, it's not just the ICAC that has his people; the Police Station, the Security Bureau, and the council all have his people."
"Richard is not alone; he has a massive group behind him."
"You're going to the ICAC to report him today, and I believe the ICAC will take action, but honestly, Richard will definitely be released."
Inspector Cheng Guobin mumbled:
"Mr. Lin said the same thing... Kang Sir, can you tell me who exactly is behind Richard?"
Kang Daohang said:
"Now, you should know that there isn't just one person behind Richard, right?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, he's definitely not alone; it's a massive group."
Kang Daohang nodded:
"Then, you need to be careful!"
"The Political Department is just one of his supports. His greater reliance isn't on connections within the Police Force, but rather in society."
"I'm sorry, without the Chief's order, I cannot tell you more."
"I called you here today to make a record of the documents and information you have."
"Richard is a Senior Superintendent in the Political Department. Honestly, if we want to investigate them, we must have sufficient authority."
"Unfortunately, the Chief has not given me this authority."
Actually, this was incorrect. Wong Bing-Yiu had given him sufficient authorization, but the Political Department was mostly staffed by Foreigners. Even with Wong Bing-Yiu's authorization, Kang Daohang still couldn't find their information.
This required a roundabout approach.
Inspector Cheng Guobin was not surprised in the least:
"I understand."
If the Political Department was that easy to investigate, Wong Bing-Yiu would have done it long ago.
Although Fatal Scissor Kick loved to make empty promises, he was still very kind to his subordinates.
Kang Daohang finished taking notes and shook his hand:
"Do you know anyone at the ICAC?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin shook his head:
"No."
"However..."
"Mr. Lin did recommend someone to me, a young man who just joined the ICAC not long ago, currently just a junior member in the executive body."
"Mr. Lin said this guy is full of a sense of justice."
An Assistant Investigator at the ICAC with a strong sense of justice?
Kang Daohang twitched his mouth:
"That's not a funny joke."
Inspector Cheng Guobin thought for a moment:
"Mr. Lin wouldn't joke about something like this, would he?"
Kang Daohang saw Inspector Cheng Guobin off, then thought for a moment and still advised:
"Cheng Sir, Richard's influence is too great. Even if you manage to put him in, you'll just watch him walk out... Don't let it upset you too much."
Inspector Cheng Guobin's mood had already calmed down a lot:
"I've received so much information from you that I've already prepared myself mentally."
"Don't worry, this trip is just for me to vent."
Kang Daohang opened his mouth, but only sighed.
Inspector Cheng Guobin wasn't joking; he had truly prepared himself mentally.
Richard, in terms of official rank, was a Senior Superintendent in the Political Department, holding an extraordinary position, and had countless connections in society. To confront him head-on would be like an egg hitting a rock.
Inspector Cheng Guobin would not be so foolish as to be truly stubborn.
He wanted to avenge Lo Chung-lun, and protecting himself was the foremost condition.
It didn't matter if there wasn't enough evidence now. Wouldn't it be good to annoy Richard a bit and vent his anger first?
So, Inspector Cheng Guobin arrived downstairs at the ICAC building and met the "righteous" Assistant Investigator, Lu Zhilian, whom he had mentioned.
Inspector Cheng Guobin's eyes widened.
This guy... wasn't he excessively fair-skinned, excessively creamy?
He would believe it if someone said he was a big star or a model; how could he be an investigator?
Inspector Cheng Guobin really wanted to tell him, "Handsome, you're in the wrong profession."
(Gu Zai in his youth and Gu Zai in his old age... who would think they were the same person? Mainly, the contrast in skin tone... it's truly incredible!)
Lu Zhilian took the documents and said seriously:
"Cheng Sir, don't worry, this evidence is conclusive. Richard won't get away."
"I will apply to my superior for a case to be filed immediately."
Seeing Lu Zhilian's decisive manner, Inspector Cheng Guobin felt a fondness for his talent, as if he saw his younger self—
"Lu Sir, I've received intelligence that Richard's connections run very deep. It's said that he has quite profound connections even within your ICAC."
"Honestly, I don't think this file alone can convict him."
"My request is actually quite simple."
"It's to give this guy a warning, to let him know I'm watching him."
Lu Zhilian was startled:
"Cheng Sir, are you saying this guy is a behemoth?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin sighed:
"It would be great if this guy didn't have any background."
"Unfortunately, according to my investigation, his background is terrifyingly deep."
What made him feel relieved was that Lu Zhilian didn't rush forward blindly like a greenhorn.
"I will submit it to my superior for a case to be filed."
So, twenty minutes later, Inspector Cheng Guobin and Lu Zhilian caught Richard at the Police Station entrance. The latter looked at everyone in surprise and said indifferently:
"I'll go to the ICAC with you."
Richard was completely relaxed, following the ICAC personnel into the building with an unhurried air.
Inspector Cheng Guobin's heart sank. He said to Lu Zhilian:
"Look at Richard's demeanor. Isn't he more relaxed than if you were just visiting a neighbor on the next street?"
Lu Zhilian's handsome face darkened.
Half an hour later, Richard walked out, looking completely at ease. He looked at Inspector Cheng Guobin and said:
"What if you put me in? Didn't you still watch me walk out?"
***
Chapter 162: Mainland's Actions Were Swift
Lin Feng never did things that were merely adding icing to the cake.
It didn't have much meaning.
Of course, this didn't include social courtesies or events like weddings and funerals.
Those were two entirely different concepts.
For someone like Sung Tse-Ho, who was clearly being betrayed by the higher-ups and was about to be pushed into a fire pit, practically at his wit's end, Lin Feng was willing to lend a hand.
There were countless people down on their luck in the jianghu every day.
But not every one of them was worth his intervention.
Sung Tse-Ho and Li Mark caught his eye precisely because their relationship was similar to his and Liang Kun's.
"You both know my reputation."
"When you arrive in Taiwan, I will give you the chance to personally kill your enemies."
"If you wish, you can even take down Hengda Finance yourselves."
Sung Tse-Ho thought for a moment, then finally sighed:
"That won't be necessary. Later, I'll submit a report to the Police Station to expose them."
"...I'll give the report to Brother Feng; Brother Feng can decide how to handle it."
Clap.
Lin Feng snapped his fingers:
"A wise choice."
"If you were to submit the report yourself, do you believe you would vanish into thin air on the spot?"
Sung Tse-Ho's face paled:
"No way?"
Lin Feng sighed:
"No way?"
"I've also made a prediction about the boss of Hengda Finance. Want to hear it?"
Sung Tse-Ho and Li Mark exchanged glances, their eyes immediately burning with intensity.
Clearly, they wanted to hear it.
"The boss of Hengda Finance is most likely a Foreigner Chief."
Their expressions changed abruptly:
"Bank manager?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"And a very powerful Bank Chief at that."
Sung Tse-Ho and Li Mark gasped.
The Chief of the finance company being a Foreigner Bank Chief was completely beyond their expectations.
Their faces were very grim.
Their feelings towards Foreigners were complex; they didn't mind doing business with them, but they didn't want to work under them.
This was similar to Lam Yiu-cheung's feelings.
"Then who did you think the Chief of Hengda Finance was?"
"To produce counterfeit currency, it's not something you can just decide to do on a whim."
"There are many complicated aspects to it."
"Just the paper used for banknotes is subject to extremely strict control."
Internationally, manufacturers of this special paper are required to be registered.
Once a problem arises, even such a paper mill would be penalized.
To purchase special paper, significant proof is also required.
Other things include special inks, the composition of which only banks would know—banks need to receive a large number of banknotes daily, and anti-counterfeiting has always been one of the challenges banks need to overcome.
Judging the authenticity of banknotes is essential for them.
So, the question arises, where are the best anti-counterfeiting experts?
Of course, in banks!
Similarly, the most detailed methods for producing fake currency are also found in banks.
The counterfeit currency business of Hengda Finance has reached such a scale; it's clearly impossible without the guidance of experts proficient in this field.
Special paper is one aspect, color-changing ink is another, the embedding of security threads is yet another, and then there are various small anti-counterfeiting details... It can be said that this is an extremely specialized field, and ordinary people simply cannot do it.
Sung Tse-Ho immediately said:
"Everything is at Brother Feng's discretion."
Lin Feng smiled:
"You've made the right choice."
"I know your relationship with banks is very close, so I'd like to ask a question: when are those banks usually less busy?"
Sung Tse-Ho was surprised:
"The counter?"
Lin Feng nodded:
"Yes, the counter."
Sung Tse-Ho thought for a moment and said:
"It's usually least busy around three in the afternoon."
"Don't even think about it during morning and afternoon business hours; that's never a quiet time. Generally, people who go to withdraw money at that time need it urgently."
"Three or four in the afternoon is different; there aren't many people then, and the bank staff are about to go off duty. So, even if a customer comes, they'll be helped quickly."
Lin Feng was thoughtful,
"Three or four in the afternoon, huh?"
Sung Tse-Ho nodded:
"If I wanted to deposit money into the bank, I would choose that time."
Lin Feng smiled and clapped his hands:
"Very good, you two should go back for now. When your brother graduates, you can come find me again."
Li Mark was surprised:
"Zi Jie graduates?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"After Sung Tse-Kit graduates, won't Brother Hao be heading to Taiwan?"
"Mr. Yao will have you take Tam Shing with you, the reason being that Li Mark is a slacker and they want to give the young people a chance."
Sung Tse-Ho and Li Mark exchanged glances, both feeling a chill in their hearts.
Lin Feng said solemnly:
"Since you two have chosen to leave Hong Kong, then live well in Taiwan. After all, the two places are very close, and it's much more convenient to go back and forth."
"Believe me, I will arrange you in a suitable position, and you will thank me."
Sung Tse-Ho quickly said:
"We naturally trust Brother Feng."
Li Mark couldn't help but ask:
"Brother Feng, is your friend in Taiwan?"
He wanted to ask, what exactly is your relationship with this friend?
Li Fu explained softly:
"Brother Feng's Third Sister-in-law is in Taiwan."
Sung Tse-Ho and Li Mark were stunned:
"Third... Third Sister-in-law?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Is that strange? I have eight wives, and the third one happens to be in Taiwan."
Sung Tse-Ho and Li Mark were greatly impressed by this; good heavens, he's truly formidable, having married eight wives in one go.
Impressive!
The two immediately relaxed.
Being with the Third Sister-in-law was no different from being with Lin Feng.
As expected, Brother Feng's reputation remained as it was before.
So, the two of them got up and took their leave.
Li Fu saw them off, and upon returning, he asked, puzzled:
"Brother Feng, are you really sending these two to Taiwan?"
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"They used to make counterfeit currency; Hong Kong cannot accommodate them."
"Counterfeit currency, firearms, and drug trafficking—these three illicit trades bring money too quickly, but they are too conspicuous. We cannot keep them here."
"Once they are exposed, let alone my Security Company, even the Three Secretaries and Thirteen Bureaus would be a thorn in others' sides."
"Going to Taiwan is just right."
"Black money is rampant there, and your Third Sister-in-law happens to need them."
Li Fu nodded silently.
After speaking, Lin Feng continued to concentrate on imitating Richard's signature.
Li Fu clearly saw that Brother Feng seemed to be practicing a Foreigner's signature, a flourish that, even after Li Fu had carefully tried to decipher it, he still couldn't understand.
"Foreigner's writing is really damn hard to understand."
Xiao Fu was from his Mainland and did not know how to spell English words—this was quite strange; he could speak it, but not write it.
After everyone had finished dinner, Li Fu suddenly received a call, and his expression changed.
"Brother Feng, Brother Bao called. Mainland has sent people."
"One hundred of them!"
Lin Feng was surprised:
"They're that fast?"
Li Fu said with a wry smile:
"They were dispatched from nearby, not from Guangdong Province capital, but from the neighboring area."
Lin Feng actually didn't know that when the leaders of the Guangdong Province Public Security Department heard there was an extra 200 million hong kong dollar, their eyes turned red!
This was foreign exchange!
hong kong dollar was also foreign exchange.
Mainland was currently desperately short of that stuff.
Why was Lin Feng so popular in his Mainland?
Because his investments were all in foreign exchange, and the projects he invested in were all projects that could generate huge amounts of foreign exchange.
The current situation in Mainland was special; too many places needed foreign exchange, so every bit extra was good.
Now Lin Feng was saying there were 200 million; how could the leaders' eyes not turn red?
Even if Lin Feng exaggerated a little, even if it was half, it would still be 100 million, right?
Such a big business for Boss Lin, surely he wouldn't be playing games with him.
And so, just like that, these one hundred people were dispatched that very day.
Lin Feng sighed:
"This leader from Mainland is truly decisive."
Li Fu remained silent, thinking to himself that anyone who saw an opportunity to earn 200 million in foreign exchange would be decisive.
"The people from Mainland have arrived. You arrange accommodation for them, somewhere discreet, so others don't discover them."
"Remember, they can only stay for one day."
"...Did they come empty-handed?"
Li Fu immediately said:
"Yes, they came by mountain path."
Lin Feng frowned slightly:
"Came by mountain path..."
"Go to our warehouse and select one hundred suitcases, the kind that no matter how you check, you can't trace their origin."
Li Fu nodded repeatedly:
"No problem."
Lin Feng asked again:
"Do you have any money on you?"
Li Fu replied:
"I still have 100,000."
Lin Feng directly pulled out a large roll of money:
"Let the brothers eat and drink well, and get a good rest tonight."
"We'll do it tomorrow and be back the same day."
Li Fu was confused:
"Brother Feng, what do you want the brothers to do? Are we going back so soon?"
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"Just withdrawing money."
"You just go and do it."
Li Fu agreed and left.
Lin Feng said to Wang Jianjun:
"Jian Jun, go find a few cars tonight."
Wang Jianjun nodded slightly:
"Okay."
He didn't ask for the reason. Wang Jianjun was much purer than Li Fu. Lin Feng gave him an opportunity, a stage to show his worth, and also gave him full trust.
A scholar dies for his confidant.
Wang Jianjun was willing to die for Lin Feng.
"Don't rush!"
"Go find Tin Hung, and have his woman guide you to a place to borrow a few cars."
Wang Jianjun asked:
"How many do we need to borrow?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"Not many, fifty cars will be enough."
Wang Jianjun gasped:
"That many?"
Lin Feng smiled and nodded:
"Yes, we need that many."
"Come closer."
Wang Jianjun quickly stepped forward. Lin Feng whispered something, and Wang Jianjun's eyes widened.
After hearing the instructions, he didn't delay and quickly left!
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Lin Feng answered and heard that it was Inspector Cheng Guobin calling:
"Mr. Lin, I'm Inspector Cheng Guobin."
"As you instructed, I sent Richard to the ICAC. You guessed right; that guy was released in less than an hour."
Lin Feng shrugged. This outcome was within expectations.
"Did you vent your anger?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin was silent for a long time:
"No, I'm even angrier."
Lin Feng laughed heartily:
"Good, good. If you said you vented your anger, I would look down on you."
"This reaction is normal."
If someone cut down his brother, Lin Feng would make their whole family pay the price.
Annoying the other party was nothing; it was painless for the killer.
Inspector Cheng Guobin couldn't help but ask:
"Mr. Lin, can you tell me how deep Richard's network of connections behind him is?"
Lin Feng directly refused:
"No!"
"That's not something you can provoke. You are a police officer; you should know that the more you know, the more unsafe you become."
"However, don't worry. I've given Richard's connections to Wong Bing-Yiu; he will handle it."
Inspector Cheng Guobin immediately thought of the secret investigation team led by Kang Daohang. It was clear that the other party had a lot of information that he didn't know.
Inspector Cheng Guobin felt another wave of annoyance. If he had performed better in front of Wong Bing-Yiu at the time, would he have been in charge of this investigation team instead of Kang Daohang?
"But just let Richard get away with it like this?"
Inspector Cheng Guobin was very unwilling.
Lin Feng said lightly:
"Originally, I didn't intend to do anything to that Foreign Superintendent Richard. However, he sent people to ambush Mr. Chiang, which broke the rules."
"Then he cannot be spared."
"You just do things at your own pace, and we will also do things at our own pace."
Inspector Cheng Guobin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
The other party was not his subordinate.
Hanging up the phone, Lin Feng smiled faintly.
No matter what organization, those who follow the rules always lose to those who break them.
People who follow the rules inherently put themselves in various frameworks and restrictions, while those who break the rules are naturally not constrained by these things.
Therefore, neither Wong Bing-Yiu nor Inspector Cheng Guobin could contend with people like Richard.
Not to mention, the other party also controlled the right to define the rules. Based on their efforts alone, they had virtually no chance of winning against Richard and his ilk.
Lin Feng was different. He was not a police officer, nor was he merely a Triad member; he was a businessman.
Everyone in Hong Kong knew that Lin Feng was the Causeway Bay Hall Master of Hung Hing, but if you asked what Triad affairs he participated in, no one could say.
Truly, no one could say.
Lin Feng's file was cleaner than most people's, so clean that even people with ulterior motives might think it was fake.
Yet, it was genuinely real.
This was Lin Feng's way of self-protection.
If you want to play by the rules with me, I'll be more rule-abiding than anyone; but if you want to compete on who doesn't follow the rules, then I'm sorry, I'll change my identity and play with you!
No matter if you're a Foreign Superintendent from the Political Department or an Executive Commissioner from the ICAC, it won't work with me.
Wong Bing-Yiu was constrained by the rules of the Police Force, which specifically targeted Chinese detectives but were quite lenient towards white Foreigners.
The ICAC was even more a manifestation of the Foreigner class will. This thing was as absurd as a certain country proclaiming itself a neutral nation.
Just listen; whoever truly believes it is a fool.
Lin Feng tapped the table lightly, lost in thought.
Li Fu returned after more than two hours:
"Brother Feng, everything is arranged."
Lin Feng asked:
"Where is it arranged?"
Li Fu smiled:
"New Territories."
Lin Feng pulled out a plan and threw it to Li Fu:
"Take a look first. After Jian Jun returns, I'll tell you the detailed plan."
Li Fu picked it up and was immediately startled.
He couldn't help but look at Lin Feng.
"What's wrong?"
Li Fu swallowed:
"Brother Feng, do we really have to go this big?"
Lin Feng was surprised:
"This big?"
"I don't think so; we're only taking four hundred million hong kong dollars."
Li Fu smiled bitterly:
"That's not big?"
Lin Feng shook his head:
"Not big!"
"As long as we act fast, there won't be any problems."
Li Fu sighed:
"Okay."
Lin Feng comforted him:
"Don't worry."
"As long as the plan is well arranged, everything will go smoothly."
What else could Li Fu say?
He could only desperately look for loopholes in the plan to help Lin Feng fix them.
Soon, all the loopholes were found:
"Brother Feng, to complete the plan, we must load enough money in the shortest possible time."
Lin Feng nodded slightly:
"The bank's idle time is mostly between 3 PM and 4 PM."
"Therefore, the brothers will go to the bank to withdraw money during this time."
Li Fu immediately thought of Sung Tse-Ho and Li Mark. So, Brother Feng invited them over just to confirm this information?
"Will withdrawing so much money cause an accident?"
Lin Feng shook his head:
"No accidents."
"The current bank networking system doesn't reset in real-time; their network verification happens only once every half an hour."
"Ultimately, it's a lack of technology; it can't achieve real-time changes."
"So..."
"As long as we control the time well, we can perfectly withdraw the money."
Li Fu was dumbfounded. Was all this calculated?
No!
How did you know the bank's backend machine verification time?
Isn't that all top secret?
However, thinking of his boss's various wonders, Li Fu wisely gave up on exploring.
Being with Lin Feng every day, he knew all too well how powerful Lin Feng's intelligence network was.
"Then, there's only one situation left—the brothers' retreat requires a large number of vehicles."
Lin Feng shrugged:
"That's also easy to say; I had Jian Jun take care of it."
"Tonight, without any surprises, about thirty cars will be acquired."
Li Fu was utterly impressed. It was indeed Brother Feng's style.
Lin Feng suddenly smiled:
"Why don't you guess where these cars came from?"
Li Fu was stunned.
He thought for a long time but couldn't figure out where they came from.
Lin Feng laughed heartily:
"If even you, my confidant, can't guess, then Richard and the bank people certainly won't."
Li Fu became even more curious:
"Brother Feng, where exactly did they come from?"
Lin Feng chuckled:
"You'll know when Jian Jun comes back."
Li Fu was speechless and could only wait for Wang Jianjun to return.
He waited and waited, until almost midnight, when Wang Jianjun returned:
"Boss, the matter is settled."
Li Fu eagerly asked:
"Are the vehicles sorted?"
Wang Jianjun nodded:
"Sorted."
Li Fu asked:
"Are those cars outside?"
Wang Jianjun had a strange expression:
"How could I leave those cars outside?"
"Wouldn't that expose us?"
Li Fu's curiosity was immediately piqued:
"What kind of cars are they, anyway?"