Chapter 181: What a thick thigh!
At this moment, Wong Bing-Yiu experienced the same feeling as Chief Lin of Hong Kong Island Police Headquarters—heartache!
Lin Feng charged him two million for just a few words?!
Wong Bing-Yiu had reason to suspect Lin Feng was retaliating.
"How can there be such a coincidence?"
"You know everything?"
"The female corpse was just discovered by a fisherman this morning, and with just that description, you know who the killer is?"
"That's too far-fetched, isn't it?"
The more Wong Bing-Yiu thought about it, the more something felt off. He instinctively felt he might have been tricked and picked up the phone, wanting to call Lin Feng to demand an explanation.
He picked up the phone, wanting to dial, but he couldn't bring himself to press the buttons.
What if it was true?
Wouldn't he be scolded again?
No, this wasn't just a scolding; he would be beaten to a pulp.
Lin Feng's past record was simply too good; his reputation was even more solid than the Hong Kong Government's credit.
Wong Bing-Yiu dared not gamble.
People are like that; as long as someone's credibility is consistently good, you will continue to trust him.
Unless, suddenly, he breaks his promise, then you can appropriately maintain suspicion.
Note, it's appropriate, not that you stop dealing with him from then on.
There are too many people who exaggerate. If someone lies in only one out of a hundred things, will you continue to trust him?
Definitely!
If you really stopped associating with people the moment they lied, then you probably wouldn't have a single friend.
Forget about others, just ask yourself: how many lies do you tell every day at work?
This is a painful truth.
Everyone has their desires, and everyone has their difficulties. No one is an immortal, let alone a saint.
No one can go without lying all the time, unless you are a savage.
Savages live in solitude, far from crowds. They have no social interaction, so naturally, no lies arise.
"I… really have no way to deal with Mr. Lin."
Wong Bing-Yiu deflated.
He hung up the phone angrily, only capable of impotent rage.
Thinking about himself, as Chief of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, he still had to lie from time to time—like giving his subordinates false promises, which was a typical exaggeration.
"Alas, I can only wait. I hope Mr. Lin doesn't deceive me."
Helpless, Wong Bing-Yiu brewed some tea and entered'slacking off' mode.
Ring ring ring!
The phone suddenly rang.
Wong Bing-Yiu jolted, and it was Chan Yan-kin calling:
"Chief, it's bad. The evening shift has already reported the news about that female corpse."
What?
Wong Bing-Yiu said angrily:
"Who leaked it?"
Chan Yan-kin smiled bitterly:
"Our people wouldn't leak it. It wasn't done by us."
Wong Bing-Yiu paused, then suddenly realized:
"The fisherman?"
Chan Yan-kin quickly shook his head:
"Yes, that fisherman didn't contact us immediately; instead, he sold the news to the media."
"Now the media has published it in the evening paper."
"Our complaint lines are jammed."
Wong Bing-Yiu's head buzzed again, but fortunately, he was still the Chief of West Kowloon Police Headquarters and quickly cleared his head, saying immediately:
"Go tell those media outlets not to interfere with our work."
Chan Yan-kin smiled bitterly:
"Chief, I don't have that authority. Let alone me, even the Security Bureau and Correctional Services Department don't have enough authority."
Wong Bing-Yiu slapped his hands together fiercely, steeling himself:
"I've already sent Kang Daohang to investigate. He will bring us good news."
Chan Yan-kin sighed:
"Let's hope so."
Wong Bing-Yiu said decisively:
"Kang Daohang will definitely bring us good news. I formally consulted Mr. Lin."
Chan Yan-kin's spirits immediately lifted:
"Since Big Sir consulted Mr. Lin, there's no problem. I'll go prepare for the press conference right away."
Then Chan Yan-kin hung up the phone.
Wong Bing-Yiu felt completely off. What the hell? Your trust in Lin Feng is higher than your trust in Kang Daohang's professional ability? Is that even reasonable?
But on closer inspection, it seemed Chan Yan-kin's approach wasn't actually problematic.
The reason was that Lin Feng's intelligence network behind him was simply too powerful.
All sorts of single-contact undercover agents couldn't escape his eyes.
People like Luo Ji, Lau Kin-ming, Chan Wing-yan, Kong Long, Lok Chi-ming, Ho Ka-Kui—he, as Chief of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, had never even heard of them. Ninety-nine point nine nine percent of police officers in the Police Station had no idea they were undercover, but Lin Feng knew.
Even the Big Circle Gang didn't know the Doctor's movements, let alone the police, but Lin Feng knew.
There was also the matter of Tycoon being blackmailed, which very few people knew about, but Lin Feng knew.
This… Wong Bing-Yiu vaguely grasped Chan Yan-kin's thinking. He wasn't affirming Lin Feng; he was affirming the invisible hand behind Lin Feng.
He was affirming that intelligence network, untraceable yet seemingly omnipresent.
Think about it, that network could even find single-contact police undercover agents. Finding a serial killer shouldn't be difficult, right?
As Wong Bing-Yiu thought of this, he suddenly felt boundless confidence in Lin Feng and, at the same time, inwardly cursed his own actions.
He clearly still needed Lin Feng to get things done, yet he actually wanted to compete with him. How stupid.
Thinking this, he picked up the phone and called the Flying Tigers commander, scolding him fiercely:
"You can't even beat a Security Company. Are you worthy of the taxpayers' contributions? Are you worthy of the expectations of six million Hong Kong citizens?"
"If you're weak, then train harder."
"If I hear one more complaint from you about Thunder Security, you can go to the Traffic Division and direct traffic."
Bang!
After hanging up, Wong Bing-Yiu immediately felt better.
In Wong Bing-Yiu's view, it was perfectly normal for the Flying Tigers not to be able to beat Thunder Security. Thunder Security's security personnel were all battle-hardened veterans. It would be abnormal if they were defeated by Hong Kong's Flying Tigers.
If the Flying Tigers were keen, they could learn a lot from the other side and might be able to improve their tactical and technical skills in the future.
Besides, the handover was in a few years. Even if Lin Feng used this security team to make some small moves, what harm would that do to him?
Absolutely none!
So why was he so nervous?
"Why the hell didn't I think of this earlier?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was instantly filled with regret.
Now, his mood truly calmed down. He sat down peacefully and drank his tea.
Ring ring ring.
The phone rang abruptly. Wong Bing-Yiu was not startled at all this time and calmly picked up the phone:
"Hello, Wong Bing-Yiu, West Kowloon Police Headquarters."
"Chief, it's me, Kang Daohang." Kang Daohang's voice was filled with surprise and disbelief. "Chief, we found this guy."
Wong Bing-Yiu exclaimed:
"Found him?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was confident Kang Daohang could solve the case, given the information provided by Lin Feng's mysterious intelligence network. But finding him so quickly, wasn't that a bit too fast?
Wong Bing-Yiu couldn't quite believe it.
"We really found him."
"I'll take this guy back to the Police Station first, then report to you."
Wong Bing-Yiu's spirits lifted:
"Good. After you return, call on Sir Chen and come directly to my office. You don't know how much confidence he has in you; he's already preparing for the press conference."
Kang Daohang laughed loudly:
"Yes, sir!"
About fifteen minutes later, Chan Yan-kin and the dust-covered Kang Daohang arrived at Wong Bing-Yiu's office. The fat man pushed a cup of tea forward:
"You've worked hard. Have two cups of tea first."
Kang Daohang reported:
"Chief, actually, before calling you, we had already apprehended the suspect. However, we wanted to follow the clues, find more evidence, and investigate how many cases he had committed, so we took the guy to his home."
"After finding the evidence, I called to report to you."
Wong Bing-Yiu chuckled, not minding at all:
"We are police officers. The more complete the chain of evidence and the facts, the better."
"So, how did things go?"
Kang Daohang described:
"As if by divine aid."
Wong Bing-Yiu was astonished:
"Isn't that a bit exaggerated?"
Kang Daohang replied seriously:
"Not at all!"
"Following your instructions, we specifically looked for large photo studios in the district. When we visited the second one, we encountered the situation you mentioned."
"There was a guy who occasionally sent in some quite gruesome photos, all of dead people."
"I saw it, and it was indeed of the deceased."
"Evidence is conclusive!"
"It practically didn't require any additional evidence collection."
Chan Yan-kin frowned deeply:
"With photos like that, the photo studio staff didn't even call the police?"
Kang Daohang explained:
The photo studio assistant asked the killer, but the killer replied that he worked at a funeral home.
A funeral home, doing cosmetic work on corpses—is that sort of thing quite common?
The assistant didn't take it seriously.
Chan Yan-kin sneered:
"Not taking it seriously" is a load of rubbish. Wasn't it just because they could make money from the killer?
Wong Bing-Yiu coughed:
The killer actually left his real name and phone number?
Kang Daohang shook his head:
No, that guy only left a name. Later investigation showed that the name he gave was fake.
Wong Bing-Yiu asked, puzzled:
Then how did you identify the killer so quickly? And even find his Mainland?
Kang Daohang sighed:
Lord Guan protected us. While we were talking to the photo studio assistant, he quietly pointed to someone. Guess what?
The killer just happened to come to pick up the photos.
I have sharp eyes; I immediately saw a red motorcycle behind the killer.
I didn't expect the killer to jump right into our faces like that.
If we couldn't catch him then, there really would be no justice.
Chan Yan-kin said excitedly:
Lord Guan protected you; your luck is really good.
Wong Bing-Yiu, however, felt a chill down his spine.
How did Lin Feng describe it at the time?
Just ask at any photo studio in the jurisdiction, and you'll find that guy; he drives a red motorcycle.
Wong Bing-Yiu even felt that Lin Feng had used some kind of spell to drive the killer to the photo studio.
Of course, that wasn't the case, but Wong Bing-Yiu just had that feeling—why should the intelligence you provide, when I follow your instructions, always succeed?
But the reality was, not only did it succeed, it succeeded in a very short amount of time.
This was like the bait Lin Feng had laid for the Police Force back then; just a few simple words brought down The Ni Family, who had run rampant in Tsim Sha Tsui for thirty years.
They didn't even need to find any evidence; the five major Dai Taus of The Ni Family would eagerly provide them with the relevant evidence.
It was incredibly simple, incredibly satisfying.
But the Police Force's reliance on Lin Feng was immense.
Without Lin Feng's intelligence, the speed of the Police Force's investigations, compared to The Ni Family case, was like a snail's pace.
How long did it take someone like Kang Daohang from receiving the assignment to apprehending the suspect?
It was completely unbelievable.
But this was reality.
Would the Police Force continue to rely so heavily on Lin Feng's intelligence in the future?
No, no, no!
Absolutely not.
Wong Bing-Yiu quickly chased this terrifying thought out of his mind and asked:
Has the suspect confessed?
Kang Daohang sighed:
We escorted him to his house, and you would never guess what was inside.
Wong Bing-Yiu and Chan Yan-kin asked in unison:
What was it?
Kang Daohang's face showed no smile:
Coffins, two of them!
Dr. Koo Chak-Sum, the forensic doctor, said that these two coffins had been placed in the living room for over twenty years.
The muscles had completely rotted away, leaving only two skeletons inside the coffins.
Oh, and a dagger was stuck in the chest cavity of the female corpse; it had already decayed.
The male corpse's head had obvious cracks, caused by blunt force trauma.
Wong Bing-Yiu and Chan Yan-kin were horrified:
This guy slept with two coffins for over twenty years?
Kang Daohang continued:
That's not all.
In this guy's room, there was a wooden shelf, covered with glass bottles, all containing female breasts preserved in formalin.
I counted them; there were exactly twenty pairs.
What?
Wong Bing-Yiu and Chan Yan-kin were instantly speechless.
After they recovered, the two Chiefs were furious:
This guy actually killed twenty people?
Kang Daohang explained:
I asked the neighbors; the suspect is named Lam Kor-wan, and surprisingly, the neighbors' evaluation of him was quite good.
Aside from being old, single, reclusive, and having no friends...
He didn't have many major flaws.
He would even nod from afar to neighbors as a sign of politeness.
When people talked about him, they all said Lam Kor-wan was a pitiful person.
Wong Bing-Yiu laughed in anger:
A pitiful person who killed twenty people... no, twenty-two people?
Kang Daohang continued to recount:
According to older neighbors, Lam Kor-wan had a very unfortunate childhood. His father died early, and his mother remarried, bringing him along.
However, his mother had a very bad reputation; you could hear *those* sounds from their house even in broad daylight...
Her conduct was very promiscuous.
Therefore, no neighbors were willing to associate with their family.
On a certain stormy night, the male and female heads of that household suddenly died violently. It was Lam Kor-wan who sought out neighbors to help him arrange for two coffins...
And after that, even fewer people went to their house.
Wong Bing-Yiu's heart stirred:
Another stormy night?
I'm afraid it was on that stormy night that Lam Kor-wan killed his stepfather and his birth mother.
Chan Yan-kin affirmed his thought:
That's right.
Neighbors occasionally heard the sounds of the couple doing *that*, so they probably wouldn't avoid their child.
Adults usually think children don't understand things, but they have no idea that children understand everything.
If the neighbors disliked the couple, Lam Kor-wan must have disliked them even more, especially since he was a young boy who came along with his remarried mother.
This is the cause of his tragedy.
Wong Bing-Yiu frowned:
I heard that serial killers don't choose their victims randomly; their choices are always targeted.
At first glance, the victims may not seem to have much in common, but there are many similarities.
What was Lam Kor-wan's mother like?
Kang Daohang was indeed an elite of the Criminal Intelligence Division, as certified by Lin Feng:
We've asked about that too.
Older neighbors said they don't remember anything else, not even his mother's face, but they do remember that she always wore her hair in a big wavy style.
Not only that, but you could smell a pungent and cheap perfume from far away.
Wong Bing-Yiu and Chan Yan-kin exchanged glances:
I know Lam Kor-wan's criteria for choosing victims now; he chose them based on his mother's appearance.
Plus the stormy night...
Women with that image are either streetwalkers or call girls; no one would care if such people went missing.
Everyone nodded repeatedly.
Wong Bing-Yiu immediately said:
Chen Sir, you and Kang Sir will interrogate Lam Kor-wan together. Make sure he provides as much information about the victims as possible.
Also, Chen Sir, you can invite media outlets with good relations with our Police Force to hold a press conference now.
The media has already reported on this matter, so we must minimize the impact of this case.
Both men repeatedly affirmed.
After the door closed, *bang*, Wong Bing-Yiu slapped the table hard.
Mr. Lin is a god!
These two million were well worth it.
What was originally an unfavorable situation with media exposure and pressure from Foreigners and citizens has now been completely reversed.
Catching the killer within a mere twenty-four hours is lightning fast.
West Kowloon Police Headquarters will not only avoid being overwhelmed by pressure but will even receive commendation.
It seems like this is another opportunity to apply for a new fund.
Wong Bing-Yiu was in a great mood and quickly called Lin Feng. Mr. Lin's leg was much sturdier than he had imagined.
If he had clues for such a thorny major case, what else could be hidden from him?
He must have been out of his mind to compete with him; he was truly foolish.
It's better to honestly cling to this leg and not let go.
Mr. Lin, thank you for the information; the killer has been caught.
Lin Feng was slightly surprised:
Lam Kor-wan was caught by you? You're really fast, good job.
Wong Bing-Yiu's confidence was reaffirmed. Sure enough, there was nothing Lin Feng didn't know; he even knew the killer's name!
Mr. Lin, if it's convenient for you, I'll send over the informant fee.
Wong Bing-Yiu's tone was now enthusiastic and humble.
Lin Feng said, amused:
Fatty, you really are shameless. You call me Mr. Lin when you need me, but what do you call me when you don't?
Wong Bing-Yiu chuckled:
Mr. Lin, you're a big shot, so you don't need to quibble with a small fry like me, right?
Lin Feng shook his head and laughed:
Alright, you have a lot of trouble over there. Wait until you've resolved your own troubles, then send me the check.
Wong Bing-Yiu's heart tightened:
I have trouble here?
***
Chapter 182: How Dare I Offend Mr. Lin?
"Mr. Lin is joking."
Wong Bing-Yiu gave an awkward smile. He thought Lin Feng was still angry about him making that phone call to question him.
"Thanks to your intel, Lam Kor-wan has been caught. The evidence is conclusive, so we have no trouble here."
"Oh, I called and severely reprimanded the Flying Tigers—a Security Company is naturally better the stronger it is; this is an effective supplement for maintaining stability in Hong Kong."
"If their skills are lacking, they should practice more."
"...What nonsense are you spouting?" Lin Feng was both annoyed and amused. "If I cared about those things, would I still be doing business with you?"
"Who doesn't know I'm a very pure person?"
"If I disliked you, you wouldn't get a single honest word from me."
Wong Bing-Yiu thought, if you didn't have any reservations, would you still say I have trouble here?
"Listen, Lam Kor-wan was never any trouble; he's just a psychologically disturbed lunatic. Catching him is very simple."
"I'm saying your Police Force has a lot of trouble."
"Add another one million hong kong dollar, and I'll tell you two troublesome things. Do you want to hear them?"
Wong Bing-Yiu repeatedly said:
"Yes, yes, yes."
Chief Huang didn't think he had any trouble, but now, mending his relationship with Lin Feng had become a top priority. This powerful backer was thicker, bigger, and harder than he had imagined.
Even if it was one million hong kong dollar for two sentences—no, as long as it could appease Lin Feng, anything was worth it.
Wong Bing-Yiu planned to spend money to avert disaster.
Anyway, Lam Kor-wan's case was solved beautifully today. When it came time for informant fees, he would just apply for this directly. He didn't believe the Foreigners at the Headquarters wouldn't approve it!
"Your Police Force previously established a team to investigate Richard's cause of death, right?"
Wong Bing-Yiu chuckled:
"Mr. Lin, you also know Richard's true cause of death."
"We're just putting on a show. This case will just be dragged out slowly, and maybe it will become a cold case."
It wasn't a maybe; it was certain to become a cold case.
The Golden Club was so powerful that even if the police knew it was there, the other party was like a porcupine, covered in thorns.
Investigating and collecting evidence was extremely difficult.
The police officers who took over this matter understood very well that they were just stalling and putting on a show.
"Then you're in trouble."
"As long as Richard's case isn't closed, the big shots above won't be appeased."
Wong Bing-Yiu was greatly astonished:
"How can this case be closed?"
"Are we going to bring the Golden Club to justice?"
He thought again that it was impossible. The big shots Lin Feng mentioned were obviously the big shots of the Golden Club.
How could they have such expectations?
"Stupid!"
"Can't you announce to the public that Richard committed suicide?"
Huh?
Wong Bing-Yiu was dumbfounded!
Has anyone ever committed suicide by being executed with a gun?
Chief Huang gave an awkward smile,
"That's too exaggerated, it can't be hidden from the citizens."
Lin Feng snorted coldly:
"Are you stupid?"
"What citizens need to believe it?"
"As long as the Anglo-Saxon believe it, that's enough."
"Making someone commit suicide is a traditional skill of the Anglo-Saxon lineage."
"Officials have two mouths; how it's said is entirely up to you."
"If you say this matter was a suicide, then it was a suicide."
"If you say Richard was murdered, then he was murdered."
Wong Bing-Yiu was stunned by the shamelessness of the Anglo-Saxon countries:
"You can play it like that?"
Lin Feng said coldly:
"Otherwise?"
"Let me tell you, because of your inaction, the three leaders of the Golden Club are very angry."
"The one in the ICAC has decided to launch an investigation against you."
Wong Bing-Yiu said angrily:
"Does he want to start a police-ICAC war?"
"I'm afraid of him?"
Chief Huang's voice unconsciously weakened, as if he really was afraid.
This wasn't because Wong Bing-Yiu lacked courage; his Fatal Scissor Kick also rose from the front line.
However, the ranks were not equal.
The Deputy Commissioner of ICAC was the actual host of the work, truly holding great power, naturally intimidating everyone in the Three Secretaries and Thirteen Bureaus.
Of course, everyone knew that the ICAC was the Governor of Hong Kong's private oversight force. Whoever the Governor wanted him to investigate, he investigated.
Anyway, he had never heard of the ICAC investigating a Foreigner.
Specifically for the Police Station, a Deputy Commissioner of ICAC, in terms of rank, steadily surpassed him, the head of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, even though the former wasn't even a civil servant.
"Still stubborn?"
"Let me tell you about his operation. Is there someone named Lam Ho-Tin in the O Division's team?"
Wong Bing-Yiu's alarm bells went off:
"Yes, Lam Ho-Tin is a Senior Inspector in our O Division."
"He is one of the veterans of our O Division, but he's stuck in this position due to his education."
"Otherwise, he would have been on equal footing with Chan Yan-kin long ago."
Lin Feng nodded slightly:
"Good that there is."
"Let me tell you something."
"Your O Division supervisor has a brother-in-law named Traitor Dong, and he's now with the Chaozhou Guy."
"You know what they do, right?"
Wong Bing-Yiu's face darkened:
"Dealing drugs?"
Who in the underworld doesn't know that Lin Feng hates drug dealing the most?
Is this hinting at something?
Does he want me to wipe out the Chaozhou Guy and Traitor Dong?
"That guy from the ICAC is planning to use Traitor Dong as a breakthrough to take down one of your O Division teams and make the police look bad."
Huh?!
Wong Bing-Yiu burst out laughing:
"Is he crazy? My O Division teams are all clean. How can he get my team members into the ICAC?"
"Does he think I, the head of the Police Station, am just a decoration if he wants to invite my O Division team members for tea?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said these words with exceptional dominance.
Although the police-ICAC conflict was suppressed, there was a precedent.
If necessary, Wong Bing-Yiu wouldn't mind leading the police to storm the ICAC again.
"Dominant, Chief Huang."
Wong Bing-Yiu chuckled:
"That's what a Chief should do."
Lin Feng ignored him and continued:
"I heard that the Chaozhou Guy was betrayed by Traitor Dong again during a certain transaction."
"Twenty million hong kong dollar in stolen goods disappeared without a trace."
"Oh, by the way, I heard that the team that arrested Traitor Dong at the time was Lam Ho-Tin's team."
Wong Bing-Yiu's face changed dramatically:
"What do you mean?"
Lin Feng mocked:
"You don't even understand what I mean. How did you become the Chief of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters?"
"There's also news for Yuen Ho-Wan. My relationship with him is good; after all, he's a tough guy who didn't cry under my Bajiquan..."
"Johnny Wang's superiors are very dissatisfied with his shipping speed and have recently demanded that he speed up his shipments."
"Internal and external troubles... Do you still think your Police Station has no problems?"
"What a joke!"
"Remember, you now owe me three million hong kong dollar!"
Bang!
Lin Feng hung up the phone.
Beep beep beep. Wong Bing-Yiu held the receiver blankly, his mind a tangled mess. The pleasant feeling brought by Lam Kor-wan's arrest had long since vanished, replaced by fear.
Lam Ho-Tin was an old police officer from his era. Because of his excellent professional ability, he was one of the many ace teams in the O Division.
However, due to his lack of sufficient education, he could only serve as a Senior Inspector. This was actually a special promotion Wong Bing-Yiu gave him out of consideration for an old colleague.
Otherwise, a mere Inspector could have blocked his promotion.
However, Lam Ho-Tin's case could be put aside; Yuen Ho-Wan's situation was the most troublesome:
"Sir Chan, bring Sir Yuen to my office."
Chan Yan-kin excitedly ran over:
"Big Sir, the press conference is almost ready. When would be a good time for you?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was very annoyed:
"That case was handled by Sir Kang Daohang. I didn't put in much effort, so why should I go? To steal the spotlight?"
Chan Yan-kin was greatly surprised. You used to steal the spotlight quite a bit.
"We have important matters to attend to now."
"I heard that Johnny Wang's superiors are very dissatisfied with his shipping speed and are urging him to ship goods as quickly as possible."
Chan Yan-kin and Yuen Ho-Wan exchanged glances, and both immediately understood that this 'hearing' was definitely news from Mr. Lin Feng.
Johnny Wang had always been elusive, extremely careful about his whereabouts. How could anyone possibly get a handle on him?
Only Mr. Lin could so easily find Johnny Wang's whereabouts.
Yuen Ho-Wan suddenly jolted:
"Johnny Wang's superiors?"
"Big Sir, do you know who Johnny Wang's superiors are?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said irritably:
"I don't know who Johnny Wang's superior is, and I don't want to know right now."
"I'm afraid if I knew Johnny Wang's superior, we wouldn't even have the courage to lay a hand on Johnny Wang."
The way he said that was as cowardly as it gets, yet it was true. If their conjecture really came true, who would Johnny Wang's superior be?
Most likely the Anglo-Saxon Garrison. So the question is, do you dare to actively send people to investigate the Anglo-Saxon Garrison?
It's better to just focus on the investigation team targeting Johnny Wang.
Chan Yan-kin and Yuen Ho-Wan exchanged glances, both feeling a heavy weight in their hearts.
"Johnny Wang smuggles firearms; he's no good person. You must be extra careful."
"According to the activity patterns of the Johnny Wang Group we previously recorded, there will be continuous shootout incidents in the coming period."
"You should know how significant the impact of these cases will be."
Chan Yan-kin and Yuen Ho-Wan both had bitter expressions.
"Especially since Kang Daohang, Kang Sir, captured the rainy night killer Lam Kor-wan in such a short time."
"Compared to that, your situation will be even tougher."
Chan Yan-kin sighed heavily.
Yuen Ho-Wan said earnestly:
"Chief, we have strong resilience. We will catch Johnny Wang and his gang."
Wong Bing-Yiu gave him an annoyed look:
"I know you're thick-skinned..."
"The Police Force's situation hasn't been good recently. You all personally experienced the Grand Hyatt Hotel incident. Chief Lin told me that the Hong Kong Island Police Station suffered quite a few personnel losses..."
"You must be careful."
Yuen Ho-Wan said loudly:
"Yes, Sir."
Wong Bing-Yiu waved his hand:
"You go get busy. Chen Sir, stay here."
Chan Yan-kin quickly said:
"Chief, I will repeatedly emphasize security awareness to Yuen Ho-Wan."
Yuen Ho-Wan is the first person at the West Kowloon Police Headquarters who dares to risk his life.
This guy mostly investigates major firearms cases, so risking his life is commonplace.
Every time he arrests criminals, it's not over until he's emptied his bullets.
This guy doesn't care about the lives of criminals, and to some extent, he doesn't care about his own life either. When he goes out to arrest criminals, few people can survive his gun.
If he wasn't repeatedly told, Yuen Ho-Wan would cause countless casualties.
"Saying that is appropriate. You know the Chaozhou Guy, right?"
Chan Yan-kin was startled:
"The number one drug trafficker in Kowloon City?"
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed:
"I dealt with the Chaozhou Guy when I was young, but he had strong backing back then, so I couldn't catch him."
"Now, his backers have all fled, but this guy is still trafficking drugs."
"...I heard he recently took in a subordinate named Traitor Dong."
Chan Yan-kin nodded repeatedly:
"Yes."
"Speaking of which, this Traitor Dong is also Lam Ho-Tin's brother-in-law."
Wong Bing-Yiu was slightly surprised. Chan Yan-kin actually knew about this?
"Chief Lin is an old colleague of ours. What about his family situation could I not know?"
"When Chief Lin's wife passed away, she specifically instructed Chief Lin to take good care of her younger brother."
"That kid Traitor Dong isn't on the straight and narrow; he's always involved in shady dealings."
"Chief Lin has arrested him several times, but unfortunately, he always managed to escape."
Wong Bing-Yiu frowned:
"In the underworld, there are only wrong names, never wrong nicknames."
"How did the name Traitor Dong come about?"
Chan Yan-kin sighed:
"That kid Traitor Dong wasn't called that initially; his name was Fong Heung-tung. However, he followed several bosses, and the result was always the same: he ended up eliminating all of them."
"As a result, his real name was forgotten, but the name Traitor Dong became famous."
Wong Bing-Yiu asked, puzzled:
"The Chaozhou Guy dares to use Traitor Dong?"
Chan Yan-kin shrugged:
"The Chaozhou Guy is an underworld boss, so he probably thinks he can control Traitor Dong."
Wong Bing-Yiu asked:
"Is Lam Ho-Tin in charge of the Chaozhou Guy's case?"
Chan Yan-kin smiled:
"Lam Ho-Tin's team is very capable. The five of them each have their own specialties, and together they are one of our ace teams, dubbed the 'Golden Five Tigers' by the media."
"They are responsible for the Chaozhou Guy's case."
"A while ago... about a month ago, before Ba Bi was killed, they disrupted one of the Chaozhou Guy's transactions and seized a large amount of drugs, but unfortunately, they didn't catch the Chaozhou Guy, nor did they catch Traitor Dong."
Wong Bing-Yiu pondered for a moment, then suddenly said:
"You go take care of the press conference. Go call Chief Lin over for me."
Chan Yan-kin was confused but went anyway.
Lam Ho-Tin knocked and entered. Wong Bing-Yiu handed him a cigarette.
"Thinking back to when we fought alongside each other, it was thirty years ago. Now, you and I are about to retire."
Lam Ho-Tin quickly lit Wong Bing-Yiu's cigarette.
"I can't compare to Chief. You have knowledge and ability. Being the Chief of the Headquarters is not your end, but Senior Inspector is my end."
Wong Bing-Yiu shook his head:
"We're old colleagues. I know your abilities. It's just a difference of one piece of paper."
Lam Ho-Tin sighed:
"That's fate!"
Wong Bing-Yiu smoked a cigarette with him and chatted about everyday life:
"Your daughter, Xiaoxia, should be getting married soon, right?"
Lam Ho-Tin smiled:
"She's doing well."
"Xiaoxia is in love with Huang Ah Bang from our team. You know Ah Bang; he's very principled in his work. I'm relieved that Xiaoxia is with him."
"They're getting married this year, probably at the end of the year."
"If I can personally see Xiaoxia get married, then I can account for it to her mother."
"My wife's biggest worries before she died were two things: one was our daughter, and the other was her brother who was involved in a Triad..."
At this point, Lam Ho-Tin was very depressed.
"I'm a police officer, so I'm often not home when I have assignments. My daughter isn't close to me either, but thankfully she has a good relationship with Ah Bang."
"With Ah Bang mediating, our relationship is quite good."
"And then there's Fong Heung-tung. Sometimes I really want to shoot him—that kid never learns. He was originally involved in Triad activities, doing shady business. If you're going to do shady business, just do it well, but he insisted on trafficking drugs... always doing these heinous things."
"A month ago, we received a tip-off that the Chaozhou Guy was trafficking drugs with Fong Heung-tung. I almost caught that kid."
"What a pity..."
"Just as I was about to catch him, that kid said something about his sister wanting me to take care of him... I thought of my deceased wife and got distracted for a moment, and as a result, that kid actually escaped."
At this point, Lam Ho-Tin was full of self-reproach.
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed: "I know you and your wife had a good relationship. You even invited me to your home for dinner back then."
Lam Ho-Tin laughed heartily:
"That was so many years ago; you still remember?"
Wong Bing-Yiu suddenly stared into Lam Ho-Tin's eyes:
"I remember in that pursuit, Miao Hua was shot in the abdomen, right?"
Lam Ho-Tin sighed:
"Yes!"
"He was laid up for half a month, but that's just how it is to be a police officer."
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed:
"As police officers, we earn a few thousand hong kong dollars a month and constantly have to fight desperate criminals."
"It's very troublesome."
Lam Ho-Tin asked curiously:
"Chief... are you hinting at something?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said earnestly:
"Chief Lin, you're an old colleague of mine. I don't want anything to happen to you. There aren't many of my old colleagues still serving in the Police Force. Chan Yan-kin is one, and you are another. The rest have either become Chiefs or retired for various reasons long ago."
"Besides that, they're either in prison or in the grave..."
"I don't want to send another person to prison."
Lam Ho-Tin's face changed drastically:
"Chief, what do you mean?"
Wong Bing-Yiu simply said directly:
"I received information that the ICAC has a new informant named Fong Heung-tung, who is preparing to investigate our Police Force."
"Among the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, the only cases that can be linked to Fong Heung-tung are just a few, and all of these cases were handled by your team."
Lam Ho-Tin's expression stiffened.
"Chief Lin, if I wanted to deal with you, I could easily abandon the pawn to save the king, and simply hand your team over to the ICAC and be done with it."
"We've been old colleagues for so many years; you should know my character."
"I can't do such a thing."
"So..."