Chapter 179: The Flying Tigers Were Crushed
Tin Yeng-San ultimately did not become Lin Feng's godson.
This was just a joke from Ho Man and the others.
But Lin Feng heard something different in these jokes—these women wanted children.
This, of course, was a very good thing.
This meant that Lin Feng would be the one to enjoy the benefits next.
"Husband, do you have time recently?"
Lin Feng looked at Ho Man, puzzled:
"What's wrong?"
Ho Man looked rather resentful:
"We've been together for three years and haven't conceived a baby. I secretly went to the hospital for a check-up, and I'm very healthy…"
Lin Feng was stunned:
"Don't you know if I'm healthy?"
"I used to be a regular at the hospital."
When Liang Kun didn't have his current status, Lin Feng was naturally just a subordinate by his side. Getting into fights and getting injured was normal, and going to the hospital was a regular occurrence.
The three women all blushed.
Lok Wai-Jan put forward a strange point:
"Is it… because you're too strong?"
Lin Feng chuckled:
"Being too strong should make it easier for you to conceive, shouldn't it?"
He stopped mid-sentence.
It seemed that wasn't the case.
The stronger the species, the harder it was to conceive.
Take fish in the sea as an example; those small, bottom-dwelling fish lay tens of thousands of eggs each time. No other reason than too many predators.
Only this way could their species continue.
For creatures like whales and sharks, the number of offspring during pregnancy or egg-laying was very sparse.
This was a law of nature, a biological instinct.
Lin Feng's original body was also an ordinary person, but when Lin Feng himself transmigrated, this body suffered immense damage, so the system frantically poured in energy to repair it… making Lin Feng very different from ordinary people.
Just speaking of his combat skills, if he were to truly unleash himself, Lin Ho-lung should not be his opponent.
Lin Feng stroked his chin:
"It seems we really should go to the hospital for a check-up."
Ho Man quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
When a couple discusses such private matters, they naturally avoid Tin Yeng-San.
"Husband, Ah Sang is with me for this period, okay?"
Lin Feng was taken aback:
"With you?"
Ho Man said as a matter of course:
"I need to arrange for him to go to the hospital for a check-up, to see the condition of his body's various functions, and then I also need to teach him essential knowledge. He can't always follow you around, he needs to go to school."
Lin Feng reminded her:
"You need to discuss it with him, don't make decisions for him."
"When you talk to him, you can treat him like a child, but don't treat him like a little kid who doesn't understand anything."
Lin Feng said faintly,
"Don't look at him, he's only seven, but he's very sensible."
Ho Man smiled:
"That's right, I've never seen such a sensible child."
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"An orphan like him, if he weren't sensible, he would have been killed long ago."
The three women shivered involuntarily.
Lin Feng came out and found Tin Yeng-San:
"Ah Sang, come here."
Tin Yeng-San obediently came to his side:
"Boss."
Lin Feng rubbed his head and said:
"For the next two days, you'll be with your three sisters-in-law. Let them teach you some good things."
"Don't you want to help me do things?"
"Then study hard."
Tin Yeng-San's eyes were bright:
"Okay!"
"I will study hard."
Lin Feng encouraged him:
"Go for it!"
Tin Yeng-San waved to Lin Feng, then naturally and obediently went to the three women, allowing Ho Man to hold his small hand and leave the house.
"This kid is integrating into this family very smoothly."
"Was I this cute when I was little?"
Lin Feng couldn't help but fall into contemplation.
Li Fu came over and said:
"Brother Feng, today we have sent our brothers to the Flying Tigers, where Captain Zhou Xingxing will personally train them."
Lin Feng suddenly jolted:
"Who?"
Li Fu asked, puzzled:
"Zhou Xingxing."
"His personal combat strength is quite good."
"It is said that he is the internal fighting king of the Flying Tigers."
Lin Feng was dumbfounded:
"This guy's fighting skills are indeed good, but that's all they are. His combat literacy is terrible."
"However, we just want our brothers to adapt to the Flying Tigers' training methods and understand the operations of the Flying Tigers and the riot police."
Li Fu was startled:
"Will something happen then?"
Lin Feng asked, puzzled:
"Why would something happen?"
"Thunder Security Company is a very pure Security Company, with proper qualifications and procedures."
"We do everything according to the law. What are you worried about?"
Li Fu said with a wry smile:
"Brother Feng, you haven't been a soldier, so you don't understand the principles involved."
"My comrades would certainly have no objections to doing other things."
"But when it comes to combat, they are first-rate."
"That is their pride."
"Furthermore, everyone knows the standard of the Anglo-Saxon Garrison…"
"Making them train with the Flying Tigers already caused a bit of resentment, but since it's your order, Boss, they still execute it resolutely."
"I'm not afraid of anything else, I'm just afraid that someone will see that we are a Security Company, see that we are not from Hong Kong, and want to provoke us…"
Lin Feng retorted:
"Are you afraid our people will suffer losses?"
Li Fu said expressionlessly:
"I'm afraid the Flying Tigers will suffer losses."
"With our individual combat quality, can the Flying Tigers compare?"
Lin Feng let out a long sigh of relief:
"Then it's fine."
Li Fu's mouth twitched:
"Brother Feng, our Security Company is a civilian organization after all. If we defeat the Flying Tigers during training, are you sure there won't be any problems?"
Lin Feng sneered:
"If you're weak, train more."
"If the Flying Tigers get beaten, it's because they're not as skilled… They are, after all, the highest force protecting Hong Kong. If they really get beaten and still complain, what's the point of their existence?"
"Does Wong Bing-Yiu still have the face to call me?"
Li Fu was startled:
"Brother Feng, is it really fine?"
Lin Feng waved his hand:
"It's a fight, everyone in this line of work. What's the big deal about a fight?"
"Just don't kill anyone."
Lin Feng spoke with conviction, while Li Fu was filled with worry.
This was not a good thing.
His own team members were all elites from their Mainland. If they really beat the Flying Tigers badly, would Chief Huang try to extort them?
Ring ring ring!
Li Fu was lost in thought and was startled by the phone call. He looked up and saw that it was indeed Wong Bing-Yiu calling.
"Brother Feng, Chief Huang's call."
"Speak of the devil," Lin Feng impatiently took the phone, his tone very cheerful,
"Chief Huang, are you going to treat me to dinner?"
Wong Bing-Yiu almost choked on Lin Feng's words and said irritably:
"How about I invite you to the Police Station for tea?"
Lin Feng said with a laugh:
"I dare to go, but do you dare to arrest me?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was even more speechless.
Lin Feng asked leisurely:
"Chief, you have such a temper. Who angered you?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said with a wry smile:
"Besides you, Mr. Lin, who would dare to anger me?"
Lin Feng asked, puzzled:
"I am a law-abiding good citizen and a good businessman. Don't just casually label me."
Wong Bing-Yiu said angrily:
"Just now, the Flying Tigers called me, saying that during a routine training, they wanted to give the Security Company training with them a 'show of force'…"
Lin Feng said coldly:
"Chief, I sent my brothers to improve their technical skills, not to get abused."
"Don't forget, our Security Company paid money, and yet you want to give us a 'show of force'?"
Wong Bing-Yiu's tone immediately softened.
That's right, training with the Flying Tigers was indeed rare, but this was a fair transaction: Thunder Security Company paid, and the Flying Tigers provided the service.
To put it extremely, Thunder Security Company was still the client.
Instead of thinking of serving the client with good intentions, they actually thought of giving the client a 'show of force'. Their thinking was problematic.
However, Wong Bing-Yiu was famous for his thick skin:
"Do your Security Company's personnel still need training?"
"Do you know what happened this morning?"
"The Flying Tigers wanted to conduct an offense-defense drill, with the Flying Tigers defending and Thunder Security Company attacking."
"Ten minutes!"
"It only lasted ten minutes, and the offense-defense was over!"
Lin Feng wondered:
"What does 'the offense-defense was over' mean?"
Wong Bing-Yiu's face alternated between green and white:
"After ten minutes, the Flying Tigers' defenses were breached, and one team was completely wiped out, a truly tragic sight."
Lin Feng let out a long 'oh'.
Wong Bing-Yiu was particularly exasperated:
"That's not even the worst of it. The serious part comes next."
Lin Feng asked in surprise:
"What serious part comes next?"
Wong Bing-Yiu gritted his teeth and said:
"The Flying Tigers, after deliberation, concluded that they are always the attacking side and not good at defense."
Lin Feng nodded:
"Makes sense."
Wong Bing-Yiu said fiercely:
"This time, they changed the roles of the two sides, with the Flying Tigers attacking and Thunder Security defending."
Lin Feng asked with interest:
"And then?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was as frustrated as could be: "What 'and then'?"
The Flying Tigers were busy for a long time, but they couldn't break through. Not only that, but they kept losing men, and in the end, they were completely wiped out."
Lin Feng burst out laughing: "Isn't that normal?"
Wong Bing-Yiu couldn't help but raise his voice: "What the hell is normal about that?"
Lin Feng asked, puzzled: "We are a Security Company, bodyguards, security. Isn't it right that our defense is strong?"
"Do you want us to be strong in attack and weak in defense?"
"Please, those are mercenaries, not a Security Company."
Wong Bing-Yiu misspoke for a moment, and after realizing it, he sighed: "Mr. Lin, where did you find this group of freaks?"
"The Flying Tigers are already the most formidable force in the Hong Kong disciplinary services. If even they can't defeat your Thunder Security..."
Lin Feng said indifferently: "We are a legal and compliant company. How many times do I have to say this?"
"We will absolutely not do anything illegal."
Wong Bing-Yiu cautiously probed: "These people trained by Thunder Security..."
Lin Feng told him straightforwardly: "You don't need to guess wildly. Those are Xiao Fu's brothers."
Wong Bing-Yiu stiffened: "Li Fu's brothers? Retired soldiers?"
Lin Feng shrugged: "Otherwise?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was almost in tears: "You mean all three hundred of them are?"
Lin Feng said as a matter of course: "Of course. Thunder Security's slogan is 'To shatter darkness with thunder.' How can we do that without being powerful?"
"If we're not powerful, how can we protect our clients' safety?"
To shatter darkness with thunder?
That's a good slogan.
No!
You guys shattered the Flying Tigers.
"Fatty Huang, what are you agonizing over?"
"Thunder Security Company's opponents are not the Flying Tigers; they are the ruthless criminals lurking in Hong Kong."
Wong Bing-Yiu was exasperated: "Is there any force in Hong Kong with stronger tactical skills and armed capabilities than the Flying Tigers?"
The Flying Tigers' Special Duties Unit was already the strongest armed force in Hong Kong, and he really didn't believe there was anyone whose combat power surpassed the Special Duties Unit.
"Yes!"
Lin Feng answered without hesitation.
Wong Bing-Yiu retorted angrily: "Where?"
Lin Feng shrugged: "A fish's memory lasts longer than yours."
"The Concord Building, the Doctor!"
Wong Bing-Yiu was speechless.
The police handled the Concord Building incident with high-profile publicity.
They rescued a hundred celebrities, including three pairs of foreign envoys and their spouses. Shouldn't this be heavily emphasized?
Besides that, there were also the guests brought by those celebrity envoys, totaling three hundred people.
If this isn't worth emphasizing, then what is?
However, there was one thing the police glossed over: casualties.
The police casualties in the attack on the Doctor's gang were too severe. To what extent?
Chan Ka-Kui's team was basically crippled.
Not only were all members injured, but eight people were killed.
Of those who initially joined the Flying Tigers, only 20% could continue to serve. The rest were either killed or disabled due to injuries and could not continue working.
The Doctor's terror severely shocked everyone.
How could Wong Bing-Yiu not know?
Chief Lin of Hong Kong Island even called him later specifically to thank him.
This was another very bizarre thing.
However, Chief Lin had no choice but to call and thank him. Although the intelligence was bought from Wong Bing-Yiu, without this strange intelligence, the police would have been completely unprepared, and more people would have died.
Chief Lin simply couldn't imagine the problems that would have resulted from this.
In addition, when the Hong Kong Island Police Headquarters needed support, Wong Bing-Yiu immediately sent all the O-team, Criminal Intelligence Division personnel, and uniformed officers.
Chief Lin acknowledged this favor!
Wong Bing-Yiu, thick-skinned, argued: "There's only one ruthless criminal like the Doctor..."
Lin Feng said amusedly: "Don't the wealthy buy security services precisely to guard against that 'what if'?"
"If there were daily shootings like that, people would have moved out of Hong Kong long ago."
"You wouldn't think incidents like the Doctor's are isolated, would you?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said stubbornly: "They are isolated."
Lin Feng sneered: "What about Cheuk Tze-keung?"
Wong Bing-Yiu's head buzzed—how could he have forgotten that guy?
However, Lin Feng wasn't finished with his barrage.
"What about Johnny Wang, hiding in the Mingxin Hospital morgue?"
Wong Bing-Yiu cursed himself for being an idiot. Competing with Lin Feng in intelligence capabilities—wasn't that just asking for abuse?
The intelligence organization behind him was not only efficient but also mysterious.
The intelligence he controlled was far more extensive than what he knew.
"Furthermore, what about the Golden Club?"
Wong Bing-Yiu became withdrawn!
Lin Feng's tone suddenly shifted, growing cold: "Fatty Huang, I'm giving you too much face, aren't I?"
This sudden change in him made Wong Bing-Yiu's heart suddenly turn cold.
Lin Feng said coldly: "I established a Security Company legally and compliantly. Haven't I reported it to the relevant authorities?"
"Haven't I paid taxes to the Hong Kong Government?"
"Isn't everything public?"
"This is just me. If it were someone else, would you dare to question them like this?"
"Believe it or not, I'll send you a letter, complain about you, and strip you of your skin?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was taken aback and laughed awkwardly.
What Lin Feng said was true. If it were someone else, would Wong Bing-Yiu dare to call and question them like that?
And talk to them like that?
He wouldn't dare!
In the eyes of legitimate tycoons, Wong Bing-Yiu, the head of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, was just so-so.
As long as I provide jobs and pay taxes to the Hong Kong Government, I can disdain you, the head of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, as much as I want.
The reason is that Wong Bing-Yiu is a civil servant!
A very absurd yet fair reason.
Legitimate tycoons all contact the Police Commissioner and several deputy commissioners, or even directly the people from the Security Bureau.
They don't contact regional commanders like Wong Bing-Yiu at all.
To put it cruelly, at the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, police officers below Wong Bing-Yiu have to call him "Big Sir." But in the eyes of true tycoons, Wong Bing-Yiu simply doesn't exist.
Not important enough, not qualified to talk to me.
Wong Bing-Yiu felt bitter.
If it weren't for a previous conversation he had with Lin Feng, would he have been crazy enough to seek out Lin Feng?
What did Lin Feng say at the time?
He said he opened a Security Company to evade police pursuit.
And according to his understanding, it was indeed possible.
In other words, Lin Feng's Security Company was not established for security; he wanted to collect protection fees.
Wong Bing-Yiu said awkwardly: "Mr. Lin, your Security Company is too terrifying. The individual capabilities are too high."
"This might alarm the Foreigner."
Lin Feng scoffed: "I recruited the security personnel through Dai Kuen Pao from my Mainland. If you have a problem, go ask him."
Wong Bing-Yiu wondered: "Who is Dai Kuen Pao?"
Lin Feng sneered: "You don't even know who Dai Kuen Pao is, and you dare to bare your teeth at me?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was choked speechless.
"Dai Kuen Pao, that is, the special envoy you people talk about."
Hiss!
Wong Bing-Yiu gasped.
A terrifying thought arose... "Put away your damn thoughts. This is just my Security Company, not a stronghold from my Mainland."
Wong Bing-Yiu's face turned red, and he asked cautiously: "Is it really not?"
Lin Feng said speechlessly: "You're so unconstrained, why don't you become a designer?"
"Listen, this is a legitimate Security Company."
Wong Bing-Yiu was stunned and speechless.
Lin Feng was very proud: "You have no idea how popular my Security Company is."
"I heard that this place has become a Security Company, and many clients have called to make appointments."
Wong Bing-Yiu was greatly surprised: "You even have legitimate clients?"
Lin Feng really didn't understand Wong Bing-Yiu's thought process: "Why wouldn't I have legitimate clients?"
"Have you forgotten the group of celebrities at the Grand Hyatt Hotel?"
"How many business cards did I collect?"
"Many people placed orders with me immediately, preparing to hire several bodyguards."
"Do you think this is a joke?"
"I warn you, if you dare to speak to me in that tone again, believe it or not, I'll make you suffer the consequences?"
"I'm hanging up. I don't have time to blabber with you!"
Beep beep beep... Hearing the echo from the phone, Wong Bing-Yiu was speechless for a moment.
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Chapter 180: Wong Bing-Yiu's Grievance
He stood there, phone in hand, in a daze for quite some time.
Wong Bing-Yiu was utterly baffled; how had things turned out this way?
He had desperately cautioned himself not to worsen his relationship with Lin Feng, recognizing him as an important figure, but how had he lost control?
After much thought, he finally found the reason.
Lin Feng had many labels, but the most eye-catching wasn't that of a 'hidden tycoon'—after all, if he was hidden, not many would know.
The Hung Hing Causeway Bay's Hall Master, that was what truly stood out.
Wong Bing-Yiu was the Chief of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, naturally possessing a certain confidence when dealing with Triads. Ultimately, Triads were criminals, and he was a police officer, a Chief at that, so he naturally held a psychological advantage.
Perhaps it was for this reason, coupled with the slight resentment he had felt towards Lin Feng earlier, that upon receiving a distressed call from the Flying Tigers, he acted on impulse and called Lin Feng.
"Indeed, one shouldn't act when emotional... Now I'm in trouble."
And wasn't he ever in trouble?
How awkward this was.
He and Lin Feng had gotten along well before, almost like friends.
Now, with things blowing up like this... it was too embarrassing.
What was especially important was that this group from the Security Company had been brought over with the help of a special envoy from his Mainland... What if this news reached his Mainland?
Wong Bing-Yiu dared not think further.
However, after careful consideration, he ultimately shook his head.
It's nothing, it's nothing.
Lin Feng wouldn't be so petty.
He was a truly important figure; a prime minister's stomach could hold a boat, after all.
Comforting himself in this way, he finally suppressed his panicked feelings.
But before he could even brew tea and slack off, bang, his office door was pushed open.
Wong Bing-Yiu was startled, looking up to see Kang Daohang.
"You'd better have something important to say, otherwise, you'll be directing traffic on the road!"
Kang Daohang sighed:
"I apologize, Sir, something big has happened."
Wong Bing-Yiu frowned:
"What big thing?"
Kang Daohang explained:
"This morning, a fisherman reeled in a bag. The fisherman initially thought it was some treasure, but when he opened it... it was a corpse."
Wong Bing-Yiu's expression was grave, but also showed a hint of relief:
"Something the Triad did?"
Kang Daohang shook his head:
"It's a female corpse."
Wong Bing-Yiu's expression turned stern. Triads rarely resorted to violence against women, as women could be exploited in too many ways; the simplest was to control them with drugs and then throw them into brothels. A female corpse most likely wasn't the work of a Triad.
Kang Daohang gave a bitter smile:
"The female corpse's chest was gone, and her lower body looked like it had been gnawed by a dog... it was a brutal murder."
Wong Bing-Yiu's eyes turned cold:
"Find this damned pervert."
He now understood that Kang Daohang was a Senior Inspector in the Criminal Intelligence Division, and this matter naturally fell under his responsibility.
Kang Daohang coming in now undoubtedly confirmed the nature of the case; otherwise, it would have been Yuen Ho-Wan or Lu Qichang from O-Team.
After realizing this, his head started to ache.
Kang Daohang was an elite, currently secretly in charge of an investigation team. Generally, unless it was a major case, it wouldn't be handed to him.
Similarly, any case that landed on his desk was bound to be difficult.
Indeed, Kang Daohang said:
"Big Sir, this is a serial murder case."
Wong Bing-Yiu instinctively covered his forehead:
"What do you mean?"
Kang Daohang explained:
"I checked the records, and a similar female corpse was found three years ago—her chest cut off, and her lower body brutally mutilated... I'm certain this is the work of the same person."
"This is a serial killer."
"After three years, he's back to committing crimes."
Wong Bing-Yiu immediately tensed up:
"Only these two?"
Kang Daohang said with difficulty:
"Currently, only these two have been found."
Bang!
Wong Bing-Yiu slammed his hand on the table:
"Two is already too many."
"Remember, whatever you do, don't let the media find out."
Kang Daohang gave a bitter smile:
"Sir, I'm afraid that's not possible."
Wong Bing-Yiu's eyes widened, and his anger immediately flared up uncontrollably:
"How did you handle this?"
"Such a heinous case, and you don't strengthen news control, allowing the media to easily get the information?"
"If it causes public panic, who will be responsible?"
Kang Daohang felt wronged:
"After that fisherman reeled in the body bag, his first call wasn't to us, but to the media."
"By the time we arrived, the media had already taken photos and left."
"This was even revealed when the fisherman was showing off..."
Damn!
Wong Bing-Yiu was completely dumbfounded.
Kang Daohang also felt angry:
"That fisherman was desperate for fame. He didn't even ask the media for an information fee; he only requested that his photo be published in the report."
Wong Bing-Yiu sneered:
"Doesn't that guy worry the killer will eventually come looking for him?"
Kang Daohang shrugged:
"For someone so desperate for fame, getting famous is more important."
Wong Bing-Yiu frowned:
"Didn't you find similar information in the case database?"
Kang Daohang sighed:
"Probably not."
"I've sent out requests for assistance to various Police Stations, and so far, I haven't received any effective replies."
"This is the only good news in this misfortune."
Wong Bing-Yiu nodded deeply:
"Yes."
Serial killers operate with a pattern.
Generally, if they kill their first victim, they will have a fairly long cooling-off period.
Killing makes them feel satisfied, brings them inner peace.
Does that sound a bit perverse?
In reality, all serial killers are a bunch of perverts.
Then, when that feeling of satisfaction fades, they will seek out their next target.
However, there is a threshold for the urge to kill.
The emotional satisfaction from the first crime is the greatest, which allows them to savor it for a long time.
Then, after each subsequent crime, the emotional satisfaction becomes lower and lower.
Eventually, an inevitable and terrifying thing will happen—when the emotional satisfaction from a single crime no longer satisfies the killer, he will commit crimes frantically, becoming a madman who knows only slaughter.
This is the inevitable fate of all serial killers—if he is never brought to justice.
Wong Bing-Yiu asked:
"Are there any clues?"
Kang Daohang sighed:
"None."
Wong Bing-Yiu's eyes widened:
"None?"
"You're telling me there are none?"
Kang Daohang gave a bitter smile:
"Truly none."
"It rained heavily last night, and all traces were washed away by the rain."
"The only thing we can confirm is the time of the crime, which was around three or four in the morning today."
"That was precisely when the rain was pouring down."
For forensic experts or crime scene investigators, water, fire, and sand have always been their natural enemies, as they can easily destroy evidence left at a crime scene.
Unfortunately, the female corpse found by the fisherman was just such a case.
Wong Bing-Yiu frowned deeply, which made his nasolabial folds appear even deeper and more authoritative.
"The trouble isn't just here."
Kang Daohang continued, as if he hadn't noticed Wong Bing-Yiu's expression:
"We've only found two bodies so far, which doesn't mean these are the only women killed by the perpetrator."
"Given the current situation in Hong Kong..."
"It's extremely difficult to accurately determine missing persons."
Wong Bing-Yiu frowned and asked:
"Haven't you identified the victim?"
Kang Daohang shook his head:
"No."
"There were no items left in the body bag that could identify the victim, so it will be very difficult for us to find her identity slowly."
Wong Bing-Yiu remained silent.
Kang Daohang's words made his heart pound.
If they assumed the killer committed the first murder three years ago and the second one now, then they still had enough time to solve the case.
But what if there were hidden bodies that hadn't been discovered?
That would mean this killer might have entered a frenzied phase—the pleasure of killing no longer satisfied him—which would mean countless potential victims in Hong Kong.
This was something they could not accept.
Wong Bing-Yiu couldn't help but ask:
"Are you sure it wasn't the Triad?"
Kang Daohang sighed:
"No."
When Triads commit crimes, it's primarily for money. A living woman is clearly more valuable than a dead one.
Kang Daohang added:
"The victim was not old, approximately between twenty and twenty-five years old."
Wong Bing-Yiu completely gave up hope. His head was throbbing.
"We must solve this case as quickly as possible; the media will report it tomorrow..."
Kang Daohang gave a bitter smile:
"The evening newspapers might report it tonight. By then, the pressure on us will be overwhelming."
Wong Bing-Yiu suddenly felt a headache, and then an intense itching all over his body.
He couldn't help but take out his beloved gun and rub it against himself for a long time before finally feeling a bit better.
"Do you have confidence that you can solve the case quickly?"
Kang Daohang didn't answer.
How could he solve this case?
The victim's identity couldn't be confirmed, and there wasn't a single clue. Where would he even begin to catch the killer?
Wasn't this a joke?
Wong Bing-Yiu said expressionlessly:
"I don't care about that. The case happened in our jurisdiction, and media reports will inevitably be overwhelming. By then, things will be very, very troublesome for us here."
"The Foreigner big shots at the Headquarters will definitely put pressure on me, and I won't be able to hold out for long."
"You don't want to cause panic among the citizens, do you?"
"I can only push the pressure onto you. You are the head of the Criminal Intelligence Division, and now you need to take on this important responsibility."
Kang Daohang was speechless.
Wong Bing-Yiu's voice became stern:
"No matter what, you must provide an explanation to the citizens of Hong Kong within seven days."
Kang Daohang gave a bitter smile.
The pressure was immense.
If Wong Bing-Yiu had said to provide an explanation to the Foreigner, Kang Daohang wouldn't have cared, but to provide an explanation to the citizens, Kang Daohang couldn't refuse.
"Chief, I have an idea. If I can get the support of one person, then, let alone seven days, it might even be possible to bring the killer to justice within three days."
Wong Bing-Yiu was overjoyed:
"I really didn't misjudge you. Quick, quick, what's the plan?"
Kang Daohang replied:
"Call Mr. Lin?"
What?
Wong Bing-Yiu's face immediately fell:
"Why should I call him?"
Kang Daohang said seriously:
"Mr. Lin has a vast network, an intelligence network that we don't feel its presence at all, yet it's everywhere."
"How long has the Golden Club existed?"
"We don't know."
"But Mr. Lin has known about its existence for a long time."
"We only found out about the three big shots of the Golden Club because of Richard's matter, because they had never appeared at the club before."
"My men set up three observation points not far from the club, but they could only get information about the club members. As for what they specifically did, what they discussed, and what plans they made..."
"We still don't know."
"Mr. Lin knows."
"I think it's necessary to communicate with Mr. Lin."
Wong Bing-Yiu almost choked to death.
He had just called Lin Feng to accuse him, and Lin Feng had unceremoniously rebuffed him.
Afterward, Lin Feng had lectured him again.
Under these circumstances, you want Wong Bing-Yiu to call Lin Feng again?
Could he swallow his pride?
Wong Bing-Yiu was very hesitant.
Kang Daohang was very surprised:
"Big Sir, don't you have very good communication with Mr. Lin?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was annoyed:
"You don't know the specifics. He and I had a little misunderstanding."
Kang Daohang quickly advised:
"Big Sir, no matter what, you must maintain communication with Mr. Lin. There are very few big shots like him who can maintain communication with us."
Wong Bing-Yiu was stunned:
"Big shot?"
Kang Daohang said in surprise:
"He's an invisible tycoon in Hong Kong. Isn't that enough to make him a big shot?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was startled and moved.
That's right, Lin Feng was a big shot.
Compared to Kang Daohang, Wong Bing-Yiu understood Lin Feng much better.
What kind of person was Lin Feng?
While being the head of Hung Hing Causeway Bay was his most prominent label, it was also the most inconspicuous one.
He was an invisible tycoon, and last time, he had formed good relationships with a hundred celebrities at the Grand Hyatt Hotel, while also being on good terms with his Mainland.
When Lin Feng wanted manpower to staff his Security Company, his Mainland didn't say a word and sent a special envoy to arrange it.
That was a special envoy.
And then they didn't even ask what Lin Feng intended to use them for.
This was an extraordinary level of trust.
What was Lin Feng if not a big shot?
But he had just lectured himself. If he called him now, where would the face of him, the Chief of West Kowloon Police Headquarters, go?
Did he not care about his reputation?
Kang Daohang unconsciously added:
"Chief, for the six million citizens of Hong Kong, you must call Mr. Lin!"
Wong Bing-Yiu inexplicably felt that this sentence was very familiar. He suddenly glared at Kang Daohang when he came to his senses:
"Get out... Come back in ten minutes."
Kang Daohang immediately saluted and left. As long as he could catch that damned pervert, what was the big deal about being scolded by the Chief?
Wasn't the Chief scolding people the norm?
It would be abnormal if he didn't scold people.
So, Inspector Kang Daohang left Wong Bing-Yiu's office in a pleasant mood.
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed, then gritted his teeth and called Lin Feng, his face wreathed in smiles, so much so that his chubby face developed wrinkles:
"Mr. Lin..."
Lin Feng said in surprise:
"Fatty Huang, what do you want now?"
"First, let me warn you, don't come looking for a scolding."
"The matter of the Security Company has already been finalized, and no one can change that."
Wong Bing-Yiu quickly said:
"Of course, of course."
"You act according to the law and pay taxes according to the law. This is your right, not something I can comment on."
Lin Feng snorted coldly:
"It's good that you know."
Wong Bing-Yiu said with a bitter face:
"Mr. Lin, you are a high and mighty big shot, why bother with a small fry like me?"
"I was wrong just now. I'm here to apologize to you."
Lin Feng gave a cold laugh:
"Fatty, let's be frank. We've known each other for a while, and you're not someone who calms down so quickly."
"Tell me, have you run into trouble?"
Wong Bing-Yiu thought to himself, you really understand me.
He was completely at Lin Feng's mercy.
Wong Bing-Yiu said with a beaming smile:
"Mr. Lin knows me best... It's like this: early this morning, a fisherman at a pier in the West Kowloon jurisdiction fished out a body bag."
"Inside was a female corpse. Her chest had been cut off with a sharp blade, and her lower body was mutilated as if gnawed by a dog."
"This kind of case isn't an isolated incident. Three years ago, the police also found a body..."
"I want to know which bastard did this case."
Lin Feng said incredulously:
"You really have a thick skin. You just came to accuse me, and now you're turning around and asking me for help as if nothing happened?"
Wong Bing-Yiu wished he could slap himself. He didn't have eyes in the back of his head. If he had known this would happen, would he have done that?
But now, wasn't there no other way?
Lin Feng snorted coldly:
"I want two million for this information."
Wong Bing-Yiu's face grew even more bitter:
"Two million?"
Lin Feng didn't humor him at all.
"Do you think two million is expensive?"
"You should know how much pressure you'll be under once the media exposes this matter?"
"By then, public opinion will surge in like a tidal wave... suffocating you."
"The Foreigner at the Police Force will definitely order you to solve the case within a deadline, and ordinary citizens, especially women, will also be in a state of panic and fear because of this case..."
Wong Bing-Yiu immediately said:
"I'll give it!"
Lin Feng said in surprise:
"Why are you so agreeable today?"
Wong Bing-Yiu smiled bitterly:
"The fisherman who found the body reported it to the media before reporting it to the police."
Lin Feng suddenly understood:
"No wonder you're coming to me for help."
Wong Bing-Yiu quickly pressed:
"Mr. Lin, do you really have clues about the killer?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Yes!"
"This guy is a pure pervert. You can have the Criminal Intelligence Division people go to various photo studios and look for photos related to dead people."
"Remember, this guy drives a taxi. He's a red taxi driver, so he can roam all over Hong Kong without arousing suspicion."
"Alright, I want the money within three days."
Beep, beep, beep!
Wong Bing-Yiu was stunned. He just hung up?
What about the details?
Who was the killer? What did he look like?
He didn't say anything, and just asked for two million?
But he didn't dare not give the money.
Wong Bing-Yiu was truly depressed.
After a long while, he pressed a button on the phone and called Kang Daohang:
"Listen, take your men to the various photo studios in the jurisdiction and ask if anyone has developed films related to murder cases."
"To be safe, have the brother police districts also investigate."
Bang!
Wong Bing-Yiu imitated him and hung up the phone. Suddenly, he felt a bit anxious:
"This will catch the suspect? Is Mr. Lin messing with me?"
The dignified Chief of West Kowloon Police Headquarters felt incredibly wronged.