Chapter 259: The End of the Road

The action of this night fully reflected Long Teng Security's control over the Hong Kong and Kowloon underworld, and also reflected Long Teng's full preparation.

It is inevitable for people to make mistakes, but with full preparation, the final result was good. Whether it was the police, the elite manpower sent out by Long Teng, or the large number of lower-level subordinates, all completed the established goals.

Overnight, the big and small hooligan leaders, the ruthless people who walked powder, etc., in Hong Kong and Kowloon, as long as they were high enough, were either arrested by the police or taken away by Long Teng. Long Teng's subordinates also took advantage of the first-mover advantage and captured the entire Hong Kong and Kowloon in one fell swoop.

This night, the history of the Hong Kong and Kowloon underworld opened a new chapter, no longer the mountain-top standing of the past, but only Long Teng as one family.

However, to tell the truth, this was nothing. The real test was still behind. Because a unified Hong Kong and Kowloon underworld was definitely not what the Hong Kong government wanted to see, as it was inconsistent with their own interests. There was no such thing as "standing the last shift and completing the great historical handover." After all, in the eyes of the foreign devils, the return of Hong Kong was to a certain extent their shame. They wished they could leave a pile of messes to make the country anxious. If they couldn't refuse, wouldn't it be disgusting?

Especially now in 1988, there were still nine years left, and there were many things that could be done like education. In such a situation, Long Teng appeared a bit eye-sore.

And this time, the action of Long Teng and the middle-level police of the police force was not notified in advance, and it was completely a private action. One had to know that the police force dispatched this night was not small, and it was a joint action of several departments. What kind of behavior was this? It was challenging the authority of the police force and the Hong Kong government. The uncle could endure it, but the aunt couldn't, let alone the official government.

This was Wang Yan's accumulation over three years. It was really that the Body-Strengthening Pill was too awesome, and there was too much money. If one looked at it carefully, the operation was also very simple. Because Long Teng itself had no black industry, it was really not afraid of anyone. There were middle-level subordinates of Long Teng who contacted the middle and lower levels of the police force. Bit by bit, there was a relationship, and Long Teng would exert force to help them get promoted. Plus the middle and upper-level resources of the police force that Long Teng already had, the process was still relatively smooth.

Of course, these actions couldn't be hidden from others, and the senior management of the police force knew it. But knowing the action and knowing the specific operation were two different things. Plus Long Teng gave a lot, and they thought it was just big cats and small kittens, so it didn't matter. Where could they have thought Wang Yan was so crazy that he actually dared to dig the roots of the police force?

The so-called law does not blame the public. Long Teng pulled so many people that they really couldn't handle it. After all, when the Independent Commission Against Corruption was established before, didn't it also fail to handle so many people? Instead, it raised salaries to appease them. The current situation was no worse than that time. As long as some people were moved, it would be everyone in danger, leading to police force corruption. Therefore, they could only pinch their noses and recognize this matter, and still had to handle official business, get promoted when they should, and get a raise when they should.

But at the same time, they also doubted whether Wang Yan's brain had been kicked by a donkey. After all, Wang Yan's banner was clear, and Hong Kong and Kowloon all knew it. Making such a move now, didn't he want a way out?

History of all countries had it. It wasn't about whether one wanted to make trouble, but whether one had the strength to make trouble. If one had the strength, it was a mistake. Like what Long Teng showed this night, it wasn't having strength, it was quite having strength. After all, looking at that appearance, even the Commissioner of Police's words might not be as good as Wang Yan's, looking for death.

Wang Yan naturally wouldn't know what they were thinking. These were all fur, after all, it was the department that had the most contact with Long Teng, so it couldn't be hidden. And he had no choice. Compared to all the hooligan leaders and powder-walking leaders disappearing overnight, now half and half was the best result.

And he didn't choose to do it. Besides, he had already communicated with Zhang Jianbang's side before the action, and even provided a list of police officers who cooperated with the action. Besides, Long Teng's investment, charity, etc., in the country were all reform pioneers, so there was no big problem.

Although his posture was low, patriotism was not licking. He loved that piece of hot blood that dyed the mountains and rivers red...

Wang Yan was not worried about the Hong Kong government's reaction. Long Teng was as clean as it could be, and there was no reason to handle him. It was impossible to want to take him. Long Teng had many cooperations with Hong Kong and Kowloon celebrities, and the senior management of the Hong Kong government, and even the politicians behind them, were not without people Long Teng had asked for directions.

People who relied on Long Teng to eat in Hong Kong were countless. Look at the hot construction in the Northern District. If one really wanted to say it, Long Teng's influence in Hong Kong and Kowloon was much more awesome than the Yellow River Industrial operated by Wei Jiacheng for 20 years.

Plus the strength he showed this night, no one would look for discomfort. At most, it was starting a new round of sanctions, playing with policies, etc. The impact was there, but not big. And to tell the truth, if they could handle Wang Yan, they wouldn't have watched Long Teng cut the world's leeks by selling Body-Strengthening Pills, and would have handled him long ago. By now, Long Teng was already a behemoth, and there was no chance.

This night ended, and the blue smoke from the crematoriums in the New Territories didn't stop. At the same time, the brick factories in the New Territories under Long Teng started construction urgently, creating many bricks to supply the great development of the Northern District. The cargo ships belonging to Long Teng also left the port early in the morning and opened to the deep sea near the public sea, sinking large iron barrels filled with concrete into the deep sea...

People who got up early in various places, except for finding that the hooligans got up abnormally early and wandered around the streets, didn't find any abnormalities at all. Only some people living near the entertainment street saw it was destroyed, and a group of strong men in Long Teng uniforms were cleaning up. Thinking of the clanging last night, and looking at the eyes of the Long Teng strong men over there, they couldn't help but give a start, yawning and walking away as if nothing had happened.

Also early in the morning, police officers on duty in various police stations were yawning, constantly receiving reports of missing persons. After a warm service to send away the reporters, they disdainfully tore the files containing the report information to pieces and threw them into the trash can. Then they happily ate the breakfast delivered by strong men in suits and leather shoes who looked very tired and drove box trucks.

It was very rich, and in the morning it was bird's nest, abalone...

Wang Yan, who hadn't slept all night, passed the last phone call, threw it aside, stood up and stretched a big stretch, walked to the window and looked at the sea still covered in fog, the buildings on the opposite side looming.

It took three years, from eight subordinates to now tens of thousands of fighters, tens of thousands of employees, and hundreds of thousands of upstream and downstream industries. He had once again become a celebrity in the daytime and a king in the dark night. But, it was no big deal, a normal thing.

Wang Yan looked into the distance and was lost in thought. After a while, a knock on the door sounded.

The fog had dissipated for the most part, and the visible sunlight shone on the sea, which was a good day. Looking at the time, it was just past eight o'clock, and Wang Yan opened the door.

"Brother Yan, breakfast."

The person at the door was the subordinate he had ordered before to come and deliver breakfast.

"Hmm."

Responding, Wang Yan took the breakfast, toiletries, and clothes, and the subordinate sensibly closed the door and retreated.

Putting the breakfast on the table, Wang Yan walked into the bedroom and woke up the sleeping Long Jiwen: "The police sent breakfast over, get up and eat something together."

Long Jiwen opened her eyes, looked at the face close at hand, remembered the madness last night, her face flushed, but she didn't dodge, suddenly reaching out to hug Wang Yan's neck: "Morning." While speaking, she went up and took a bite.

Wang Yan straightened up, brought the naked Long Jiwen out of the quilt, patted her smooth back: "It has a taste, go wash up."

With one sentence, Long Jiwen's stiff charm disappeared, and she silently let go of her hand and covered her lower body with the quilt, then reached out to block her mouth, exhaled, and glared at Wang Yan: "Where is it, it's fragrant."

"Teasing you, get up quickly, the food will be cold in a while."

Wang Yan smiled and walked out of the bedroom, sat at the dining table and ate breakfast.

After a while, Long Jiwen walked out in pajamas, sat opposite Wang Yan and wow-ed: "Breakfast is so rich."

"You worked hard yesterday, nourish yourself." Wang Yan joked casually.

This meal was standard, Long Teng Security employees, as well as the police who had actions last night and were on duty and bumped into it early in the morning, all had a share, and it had nothing to do with Long Jiwen.

Without entanglement in this, Long Jiwen asked: "Do you have anything to do today?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

Long Jiwen's interest was not very high: "Want to be with you more."

Looking at her, Wang Yan told the truth: "There are two more like you, one is in the UK, one is in France, and they will be giving birth in two months."

After speaking, ignoring Long Jiwen, Wang Yan ate breakfast quickly, washed up, changed clothes, and passed by the dining table: "Leaving first, call me if you have anything."

"Hmm."

Long Jiwen responded listlessly, watching Wang Yan open the door, go out, close the door, and finally couldn't help but shed tears and cry.

She thought she was the only one...

Wang Yan went downstairs, took a car to a warehouse under Long Teng Logistics located in Sha Tin.

After getting off the car, the subordinate guarding the door hurriedly greeted: "Brother Yan." At the same time, opened the warehouse door.

Nodding, Wang Yan walked into the warehouse.

What came into view was a pile of goods neatly stacked in the innermost part, as well as twenty or thirty security company staff, some sitting at the table eating, some playing cards together, the room full of smoke, murky. In the corner, five men wearing only underwear were tied up, blindfolded, and gagged.

The movement of opening the door disturbed everyone. Seeing it was Wang Yan, a group of people neatly called "Brother Yan" to greet.

The leader leaned over and smiled: "Brother Yan, they are there. That Ding Xie is really quite able to fight, and several brothers were injured."

Wang Yan nodded and said: "Do you know where this is?"

"Warehouse, Brother Yan." The leader was confused for a moment.

"Did you see the goods piled up there?"

"Saw it."

Wang Yan kicked the leader directly, kicking him into a stagger: "Warehouse doesn't know about fireworks? Everyone, deduct one month's bonus."

The leader's face didn't change, responding: "Yes, Brother Yan."

He knew the big brother's temper; babbling one more sentence might be two months. So he honestly admitted it and would study those subordinates who smoked later.

"Bring the people over."

Without the leader's instruction, the subordinates consciously went to the corner, lifted the five people to the center, and the leader even flatteringly brought a chair: "Brother Yan."

Wang Yan nodded and sat down, looked at the five people struggling constantly, and ordered: "Take off the blindfolds."

He didn't let them take off the things stuffed in their mouths. He wasn't here to chat with them. Saying two sentences, letting them know what was going on was enough. And the dialogue could be imagined, that is, scolding him, nothing good to hear. Wanting to find that kind of hero's end

"Bring them over."

Without needing the leader to order, the underlings behind consciously went to the corner and carried the five people to the center. The leader even very obsequiously brought over a chair: "Brother Yan."

Wang Yan nodded and sat down, glanced at the five people struggling incessantly, and ordered: "Take off their blindfolds."

He didn't have them take out the things stuffed in their mouths; he hadn't come to chat with them. Saying a few words to let them know what was going on was enough. And the conversation was predictable—they would just curse him; there was nothing worth listening to. If they wanted to play the "hero at the end of his road" act with him, they could forget it.

Seeing the light again, the five Ding family father and sons were a bit unaccustomed for a moment, and it took a long time before they clearly saw the smiling Wang Yan before them. They weren't surprised, though; after all, they had heard those people talking about Brother Yan and Long Teng, and how could they not know after that group of people had shouted so loudly just now.

Ding Xiaoxie stared wide-eyed at Wang Yan, making muffled sounds, and Ding Xie was roughly the same; they had things to say. Ding Yixie, however, was shivering; he was afraid. The remaining Ding Wangxie and Ding Lixie just struggled incessantly, trying to seek an impossible chance of survival.

Wang Yan took out a cigarette, and the leading man standing behind him sensibly helped him light it. After taking a deep drag, he said indifferently: "Alright, save some strength and listen to me."

Once the words were out, they had an immediate effect. Except for Ding Yixie, who couldn't stop trembling, everyone else quieted down.

"I know you're wondering why I tied you up when we have no grudges," Wang Yan smiled. "Because Luo Huiling and Fang Ting have followed me and are pregnant with my children. Since I've entered the new situation, I have to give an explanation."

Ding Xiaoxie's reaction wasn't big, but Ding Xie couldn't take it; he struggled violently, as if he wanted to fight him to the death. Wang Yan frowned, reached out, and the underling behind him directly handed over a loaded gun, pointing it at Ding Xie: "Can you listen to me quietly?"

Facing the threat of death, Ding Xie gasped for air, glaring at Wang Yan, the veins on his forehead bulging.

"What I just said is only one of the reasons. There is another point: after last night, there will only be one Long Teng Security in Hong Kong and Kowloon from now on," Wang Yan said. "And you are blocking Long Teng's path."

Hearing this, Ding Xiaoxie had already closed his eyes, waiting for death. He thought Wang Yan had brought them here just to show off his power and then kill them.

"Don't worry, I'm not killing you."

Meeting Ding Xiaoxie's puzzled gaze, Wang Yan said indifferently: "They all say you four brothers are united, and Ding Xie is always muttering about father and son being of one mind, the whole family working together. I'd like to see if you can really do it."

Although they didn't know exactly what Wang Yan was going to do, the five Ding family father and sons had already started struggling with muffled cries.

Wang Yan guessed they were probably saying "kill me or slice me, just make it quick," and asking what kind of hero tortures people.

"Come, take Ding Xie's..." After Wang Yan smilingly gave the arrangements, he looked at the few people struggling incessantly and said: "The old lady is fine with the Fang family; I will send someone to take care of her and treat her illness. If you dare to commit suicide, don't blame me, Wang Mou, for not observing the code of the underworld and tormenting the old lady."

After speaking, Wang Yan waved his hand, signaling them to start.

Knowing their boss wanted to torture them, the underlings consciously chose to do it one by one, right in front of them.

The first was the fourth son, Ding Lixie. A group of people went up, untied him, and held him down tightly. An underling took off his suit jacket, rolled up his white shirt sleeves, loosened his tie, and with a sinister grin, brought an axe down cleanly and decisively...

The pressure grew greater toward the end; even the toughest Ding Xiaoxie couldn't help but tremble. Ding Xie, who prided himself on being a righteous and kind person, was even worse; like Ding Yixie, he was scared into losing control of his bowels.

Wang Yan had no interest in watching that scene. He went out to smoke another cigarette, and after returning to look at the state of the Ding family father and sons, he waved his hand for the underlings to send them to the hospital to stop the bleeding.

His words were harsh, talking about tormenting the old lady and such, but if he really had to do it, he certainly wouldn't; he was just scaring the Ding family father and sons. If they really committed suicide, there wouldn't be much he could do. Likewise, he also wanted to see if the Ding family father and sons were really that filial.

With this matter settled, Wang Yan, who hadn't slept all night, bought groceries at the market and returned home to cook for his wife, children, and the old lady.

Ruan Mei didn't know the specifics, but she had heard the arrangements over the phone and knew what Wang Yan had gone to do. She couldn't help but hold the child and go to the kitchen, asking Wang Yan, who was wearing an apron and chopping vegetables: "Hey, how did it go? Nothing bad happened, right?"

Wang Yan turned his head and teased the eldest girl held in Ruan Mei's arms: "Ah Mei, how many times have I told you, you have to call me Brother Yan, call me Brother Yan."

Ruan Mei rolled her eyes: "Brother Yan your big head, how did it go, tell me."

"Of course it went smoothly, what bad thing could happen?" Wang Yan said: "Alright, hold the child and go further away, I'm starting the fire."

With a huff, Ruan Mei turned and left. She hadn't slept well last night; the two children crying was one aspect, and worrying about Wang Yan getting into trouble was another.

Although she was now a wealthy wife and had lived a life of luxury for over a year, because she didn't have much contact with Long Teng's business on a daily basis, she didn't have a concrete concept of it at all. She only knew Wang Yan was very rich and very powerful, but she had never experienced just how rich or how powerful.

In fact, at Wang Yan's level, he wouldn't die easily. Unless he ran into a madman, otherwise no one would touch him. The main thing was that Long Teng was too big, and although he didn't manage things much, the fact was that Long Teng was entirely maintained by him alone. If he were gone, the impact on Long Teng's employees, the people who relied on Long Teng for their livelihood upstream and downstream, and other industries would be too great.

To put it bluntly, if someone were really that tough and killed him, basically, their seventh-day funeral wouldn't be many days apart.

Although it was impossible, thinking of the scene when they would meet in the underworld, Wang Yan still shook his head and laughed; it was quite funny. This thought flashed by, and while Wang Yan was stir-frying, he thought about the problem of future development.

Having taken Hong Kong, he must expand outward. Otherwise, for Hong Kong alone, his ten thousand people were really of no use. After things stabilized, as long as he left enough personnel to maintain stability, the rest would have to be sent out.

The first to bear the brunt would certainly be neighboring Macau, but that place was too small and basically had no resistance, so it would be taken in a few days.

It would still have to be Taiwan and Japan, followed by Southeast Asia. And the reason for taking Southeast Asia was mainly to control the source of drugs nearby; dealing with it here was much easier to catch than dispersing it later. Of course, he wouldn't do the work of exterminating it—not to mention that the armed forces of those generals and such were decent, it wasn't necessary to wipe them out. Even if the Golden Triangle were gone, they would just change to another place to continue planting, as there would always be people daring to take risks to make money. So he would just control the flow to this side there; as for the rest, let them die from addiction.

Next, it would certainly be to land in America; after all, that was the big stage of freedom.

Of course, he was talking about it item by item, but the actions would certainly have to be synchronized. As long as he guarded the base camp, no one could do anything.

And the impact of last night's operation hadn't spread yet, so the stabilization period would certainly not be short. After all, he was the one calling the shots in the Hong Kong underworld now, and the anti-drug order had been issued, so it was bound to be chaotic for a while.

His thoughts wandered, thinking about a bunch of random things, and before he knew it, the food was ready.

Carrying the food to the dining table, Wang Yan, Ruan Mei, and the old lady sat at the table eating, teasing the two little ones in the stroller on the side, who were blinking their eyes and looking curiously...