Chapter 354: Scaring Me?

Although the nightlife at this time wasn't as rich as it would be later, it still existed. Although some people couldn't enjoy it, those who could were basically rich. And these people drank and feasted all night, and basically wouldn't come out in the morning.

People who worked had to work during the day, so relatively speaking, it was a bit deserted and depressed. The lively time was still in the afternoon and evening. At that time, hooligans came out to the street, and working people returned home, so the street would become lively.

So what Wang Yan, who was swaying with his hands behind his back like a street bully, expected didn't happen; he had no place to use his skills. He took people to walk the streets for a day, just to understand the situation.

In the evening, when he left the police station, he gave another order to the police officers under him: catch whoever committed a crime, regardless of their background; even if they had the greatest connections, they had to be brought back and beaten first, and he would wait until tomorrow when he came over.

His current power certainly couldn't defeat the Hong Kong government, but whether it was a national government or the current Hong Kong government, it was a collective spiritual will. Of course, this collective was divided into the collective of the majority and the collective of the minority. But no matter what, it wasn't one person's spiritual will. Unless it was the high-level Hong Kong government, after all, he was mixing under other people's hands, and his stick hadn't been completely established yet, so he still had to bow his head. As for others, he wasn't afraid.

And if you really want to talk about it, Kwai Chung wasn't a very prosperous area, and there were very few people with truly heaven-reaching backgrounds who came to show off. And most of those people were quite honest, only playing in their own small circles. Those who weren't honest were the kind who were neither high nor low.

Driving all the way home, looking at his eldest son running over, and the two little brothers-in-law who had just learned to walk following behind... the big one was called Bai Longfu, and the small one was called Bai Ruirui. Bai Fanyu didn't have high requirements; he just wanted these two little things to be safe and sound, have many children and grandchildren, and pass on his old Bai family's incense. Wang Yan rubbed the heads of the few little guys one by one, teased them for a few words, and then arrived at the living room to call Bai Fanyu, nodding to the two little wives who were chatting happily with Miss Bai, which was considered a greeting.

This old guy Bai Fanyu knew how to find them; both little wives were girls from good families, pretty, and had quite good figures. Of course, compared to Miss Bai, there was definitely a gap. Although he did use some means, Bai Fanyu didn't bully them; the families of these two girls had truly become rich, and he treated these two quite well on weekdays, willing to give them money to spend.

It was just that they were from the bottom, and they were a bit lacking in the spirit of spending money. As the relationship between Bai Fanyu and Miss Bai eased, the two families became more and more frequent, and Miss Bai played with the two little mothers. Miss Bai was a bit arrogant, but she didn't look down on people. She didn't use all kinds of sarcasm and teasing on the two little mothers who couldn't adapt to their status, but took them to spend money.

Interest and hobbies were the driving force of progress. The two idle little wives had nothing to do anyway, and Bai Fanyu was generous, so just spend it. Now the progress was obvious, and they were already familiar with all kinds of luxury goods, and had some different insights into the somewhat virtual concept of "fashion"...

Bai Fanyu looked at the three little ones following behind and shook his head: "I just can't understand why you are so popular. Xiao Bai doesn't need to be mentioned, why do my two sons like to lean towards you so much?"

"Isn't it said that children have spiritual energy? They know I'm powerful, so they hug my thighs early."

He didn't know how to solve this problem, but he estimated it was still because of the naturalness he had cultivated for so many years, that sense of security, which might also be why he played well with children. Children had keen senses; although they didn't understand much, they knew who was fun to be with.

"You're not humble at all." Bai Fanyu shook his head and smiled. This was indeed the truth. Although his son-in-law might not have as much liquid cash as him, his business was much bigger than his. In just over three years, he had made more than his accumulation of half a lifetime. Now he had even started using his son-in-law's signboard to mix outside: "You went to Kwai Chung, right? How have these two days been? When can you be promoted to detective sergeant?"

"Just arrived for two days, what else could it be." Wang Yan shook his head: "A group of clowns in Kwai Chung, cleaning them up and getting promoted to a senior detective sergeant would be good. To be promoted to detective sergeant, money is one aspect, and on the other hand, you need to have meritorious service that can be spoken of, and you need to be old enough. I'm twenty-four this year, still far off. This is also why I've been holed up in Sha Tau Kok for the past few years. Now it's just changing to another place to hole up, on one hand to be promoted to senior detective sergeant, and on the other hand to wait for the opportunity to earn merit."

"A-Yan, with Long Teng's current capital, if you left the police force, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for Yan Tong and the others to call you 'Mr. Wang.' I don't know why you insist on working in the police force, suffering from being squeezed out, unable to be promoted, and wasting energy. With so much energy, isn't it better to make more money?"

"As the saying goes, a real man cannot be without power for a day. I'm not that tired in the police force, and it doesn't delay my business. If I really reach a high position in the future and control the Chinese police officers in the police force, Dad, don't you think I'll be powerful?"

Bai Fanyu thought about that magnificent scene in his mind and nodded: "It's indeed powerful enough, and you're so young. Yan Tong and those bastards can't outlive you, so maybe you really can do it."

"I hope they can really be that honest." Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "How is the real estate business recently?"

"I came to tell you about this. Your pre-sale idea is absolutely unique. After laying the foundation and making the plan as you said, I advertised as you said. Yesterday, the pre-sale of some houses started. Guess what? The sales office was packed, simply in short supply. I even regret that the price I set earlier was too low."

"Be content. The location in North Point is good, and these are off-plan houses for two years later. You've already made a fortune now. Earning money that can be earned is the right path, and it's more respectable than what you did before. Greed leads to big losses, and it won't last long."

"Stinky boy, do you still need to teach me? Really..."

Talking about messy things, teasing the children, the family ate and laughed.

Bai Fanyu brought his wife and children over today, and there was no serious business; it was mainly to share the joy of making big money, and the other was to hear his precious son-in-law's opinions on his next step of development. In business, the Hong Kong and Kowloon business world knew that the most outstanding one was Long Teng, and that was Wang Yan. Not using such a son-in-law was a waste of heaven's gifts.

Wang Yan didn't hide anything either; he said whatever he had to say, talking about all aspects. Anyway, he said it, and whether they believed it or not wasn't his business.

His development route had changed because of the "sea of stars," and he basically wouldn't do low-end industry and manufacturing on a large scale anymore. What he was doing now was, on one hand, original accumulation, and on the other hand, to support more people. In the future, he would gradually shift his main energy to high-tech industries and high-end manufacturing, making a big transformation. So he even encouraged his father-in-law to do his existing industries, or upstream industries. The market was so big that it was better for his own people to earn it than for outsiders to earn it...

The next day, after another lively and warm beautiful morning, Wang Yan drove to work.

To be realistic, at the Kwai Chung Police Station, Wang Yan's words were much more useful than the foreign devil superintendent's. Of course, Wang Yan was sensible, and the foreign devil superintendent was satisfied. Whoever called the shots was fine; after all, work could proceed normally. For Wang Yan's orders, the uniformed and plainclothes officers executed them without compromise. Yesterday, they didn't even rest, catching anyone they saw on the street who was looking for trouble.

So when he arrived at the police station, it was a mess.

The police officers executed his orders very well. Those who were caught not following the rules were brought back and beaten hard first. The police station was filled with many painful groans, mixed with cries of injustice. Outside the door was a pile of people coming for bail, and some hooligan leaders came personally to redeem their little brothers. Because of staying up all night, the police officers smoked a lot, and the air was turbid and very unpleasant.

"Brother Yan."

The chubby Zhu Youzai waited at the police station gate. Seeing Wang Yan get out of the car, he ran over to open the door.

Wang Yan sighed helplessly: "I told you to eat less and move more. Look at how fat you are now; you're panting like this after running two steps to open a door. How long you can live is a problem."

Zhu Youzai laughed: "You know, Brother Yan, I'm used to being poor."

"There's plenty of money, but you only have one life. Go back and lose weight for me. If you can't lose weight, I'll break your legs." Looking at Zhu Youzai's difficult expression, Wang Yan frowned slightly: "Any problems? Are you really tired of living?"

"No, no, how could that be, Brother Yan? Don't worry, I'll lose weight immediately, I'll definitely lose weight."

Greedy for pleasure without restraint, Zhu Youzai's current appearance would really make him die very quickly. The reason he didn't look like this when he followed Lei Luo was probably because the process of getting rich was a bit long, and he was in contact with lower-level detectives and police officers, unlike now where he was dealing with the elite, and he was floating a bit too fast.

Of course, Pig Oil Zai was still capable when it came to getting things done; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to remain at large until now. Being able to get things done is always the top priority. On this point, Pig Oil Zai had been very clear-headed from beginning to end.

Glancing at his shameless appearance, Wang Yan said: "The meals for last night and this morning have all been arranged, right?"

"All arranged. Chang'e milk tea, Long Teng drinks, meals cooked by the chef, and coffee and such. Lunch has also been contacted, and it will be delivered when the time comes."

"Alright, anything going on recently?"

"With Brother Yan planning and strategizing, what could happen? They're all small troubles in business. Some newly appointed managers were a bit negligent, and some of our upstream raw material suppliers were a bit dishonest, but they've all been solved."

"Go do your work."

Watching him get into the car with difficulty, driven away by the driver, and Zhu Youzai waving and laughing awkwardly from the car window, Wang Yan shook his head and strolled inside.

Nodding to the police officers' greetings along the way, listening to the messy shouting, he walked towards the Criminal Investigation Division. From afar, he heard a relatively penetrating voice.

"Detective Zeng, just tell me clearly, what will it take for you to release the person."

"Fatty Hua, it's not that I don't give you face. You know Brother Yan was transferred here, and Brother Yan calls the shots here now. If Brother Yan doesn't speak, no matter how much money you give the brothers, it won't work."

"Don't give me that crap. You're a detective, he's a detective sergeant. If Wang Yan is really that powerful, would he work under you? Would he let Yan Tong be so arrogant? It's just grabbing a little girl's chest, right? Nothing happened, what's the big deal? A-Bing is my top horse, I want you to give me face, will you give it or not?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fatty Hua found that the noisy room had become quiet, and everyone turned to look at him, their eyes as if looking at a dead person.

This atmosphere was very annoying. As a hooligan leader, Fatty Hua couldn't stand being watched like this. Just as he was about to open his mouth to curse, he unexpectedly heard a faint voice behind him.

"Detective Zeng, were you like this before? Tell me, where is your prestige?"

"Brother Yan..." Ceng Rongjiang lowered his head in shame, not daring to look at Wang Yan's soul-stirring eyes, and hesitated to explain.

"Brother Yan?" Before he could speak, Fatty Hua turned back to look at Wang Yan not far behind him, with a silly laugh peculiar to fat people, and took two quick steps forward: "Brother Yan, I've long heard of your great name..."

Before he could finish, he felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a numbness in his mouth, and his fat body fell uncontrollably to one side. He even saw two things that looked like teeth flying in the air, and then he hit an old office desk on the side. Because his body couldn't control itself and he couldn't stand steadily, he slowly lay on the ground.

In his daze, he saw clearly that the two things that looked like teeth were indeed teeth, and they were rolling on the ground in front of him, then stopped, with dots of scarlet particularly conspicuous on the ground full of cigarette ash and cigarette butts...

Wang Yan calmly withdrew his hand and looked at Ceng Rongjiang in front of him: "I'm asking you, speak."

Ceng Rongjiang twitched his mouth and said with some stuttering: "Brother Yan, he is the nephew of a leader of the 14K..."

Waving his hand to indicate that he didn't need to say more, Wang Yan already understood. He had wondered when he heard the conversation between the two at the door—a hooligan leader who could mix to that point wasn't a fool, so how could such an idiot come out? Even if his status as a detective sergeant wasn't respected, he was still a billionaire, so it shouldn't be that a hooligan leader dared to provoke him, dared to call his name directly in front of so many plainclothes and hooligans, and say he wasn't that powerful. It turned out there was a big backer.

The 14K was indeed quite powerful; it was composed of people who had retreated from the Nationalist army. At first, they were arranged in Tiu Keng Leng along with those refugees. Whether it was said to be for self-protection or wanting a good life, anyway, the 14K with tens of thousands of members was established. For so many years, they had been fighting for territory with the Wo-group and other gangs. It wasn't strange to fight for a piece of land in Kwai Chung; after all, no matter how small the mosquito was, it was meat. And the perks in Kwai Chung weren't that unbearable, at least much stronger than Tsz Wan Shan.

With such power, it was reasonable for major detectives to give some face; after all, it wasn't worth it to risk one's life. It was understandable that Ceng Rongjiang didn't have the prestige of a detective.

Fatty Hua, who was lying on the ground, finally came to his senses. He lay on the ground, looking at Wang Yan who was looking down at him, and sneered: "My uncle is Du Yushan, are you afraid? I heard your wife is Bai Fanyu's daughter, she's quite pretty... hehe..."

When power is strong to a certain extent, what one sees and hears is mostly smooth, which gives people infinite self-confidence and makes them easily lose themselves. Fatty Hua in front of him was like this, and he might have been brainless, wanting to die.

Wang Yan kicked him in the mouth, knocking out a few more teeth, and waved his hand: "Treat him well."

The plainclothes officers beside him didn't hesitate, and a few people came over to drag Fatty Hua to the corner of the wall and started to discipline this dead fat man. Their families were with Wang Yan, and they were now Wang Yan's subordinates. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they had no choice. And since Wang Yan had spoken, it must be that he, the big brother, was holding the fort, and it had nothing to do with these little soldiers. If it had anything to do with them, it would be after Wang Yan died. But for some reason, they had great confidence.

Looking at the dead fat man being disciplined in the corner, Ceng Rongjiang gritted his teeth: "Brother Yan, I'll take people to seal his place now. He has opium dens and powder stalls, and there should be quite a lot of stock. Relying on these, Brother Yan can be promoted to senior detective sergeant without any problem."

He knew Wang Yan understood him, but he also knew that if he didn't show it, his position as a detective would be hard to keep. Wang Yan couldn't be promoted to detective sergeant himself, which was not wrong, but with Wang Yan's power, a detective sergeant was just a rank that gave him the right to exercise power legitimately and be famous. So his stay or leave was just a word from Wang Yan.

Ceng Rongjiang's thinking wasn't wrong. If there was no corresponding performance, Wang Yan would indeed let Ceng Rongjiang go down, but not now. He could guarantee that once he brought Ceng Rongjiang down, the one who took the position would definitely not be his person, but Yan Tong's side. Although he knew that coming over wouldn't have real power and might not even be able to share money, there was no other meaning; it was just to get an official to disgust him, and spending money was worth it.

Wang Yan looked at him faintly: "Go do your work."

Ceng Rongjiang didn't dare to delay, leaving a small part of the people here to work for Wang Yan, and the rest, together with the uniformed police, set out fully armed. This time, people would really die.

The group of people blocking the door outside looked at such a large-scale armed operation, not knowing what kind of madness was going on, but they were all very rational and kept silent, no longer shouting as before.

Not caring about those, Wang Yan called his father-in-law Bai Fanyu, explained the matter this time, and warned of the possible conflict, telling him to be careful, without letting him intervene.

As for Miss Bai's safety, he wasn't worried. Over the past few years, he hadn't done nothing except making money and accompanying his wife and children. He had long anticipated this situation, so he had long cultivated a group of bodyguards, both men and women, who were responsible for the safety of Miss Bai and the children. On the other hand, he had moved his home to Kowloon Tong, and the police station there had naturally been infiltrated by him. It wasn't to say it was foolproof, but it wasn't a big problem.

As for the 14K, he was currently only in conflict with the fat man who was about to die, and didn't intend to let the conflict escalate and expand. However, if the fat man's uncle wanted to come out, that would be another matter.

Wang Yan was at the police station, taking a group of remaining police officers to work. On one hand, he took out the backlog of cases, and on the other hand, he interrogated the little hooligans who were caught to see what their background was. Those who could be arranged were arranged after a friendly negotiation. Those who couldn't be arranged would be replaced by others. As for those outside who were bailed, they were all people with some ability at home who came to send money to settle things. Wang Yan naturally welcomed such people, and seeing that the crime wasn't serious, he basically took the money and released them. As for those who had committed relatively serious mistakes, there was no discussion; they should be handled as they should be.

Since they didn't give him face, where would they have the face to come and ask him for face? Whoever felt their face was big, he would handle them together.

Ceng Rongjiang took dozens of people and set off in a grand manner, heading straight for the fat man's industry. Gambling dens and brothels weren't important; opium dens and powder stalls were the merit. As the number one force in the jurisdiction, and the interests that Ceng Rongjiang had coordinated and divided, he might not remember, but the plainclothes officers who collected the "rules fee" naturally knew where the opium dens were, where the powder stalls were, and who the main person in charge was, striking accurately and catching one by one. After catching these, they caught the people in the opium dens and brothels, catching them all in one net; even if some little hooligans ran away, it wouldn't matter.

The action here certainly couldn't be hidden from others, as there were so many people involved, and Wang Yan didn't issue any gag order, so the cause and process of the matter spread quickly.

The fat man's uncle, Du Yushan, naturally received the news, and he received the report call the first time Ceng Rongjiang took people to act.

He naturally knew the famous Wang Yan in Hong Kong and Kowloon, and also knew the news of Wang Yan's transfer to Kwai Chung. He knew how Wang Yan governed the jurisdiction; after all, the safety of Tsz Wan Shan and Sham Shui Po was famous in Hong Kong and Kowloon, and it didn't become chaotic because people left. So he had warned the fat man earlier to be careful and not cause trouble by following the rules. But who would have thought that something would happen in just three days.

However, he wasn't too worried at first. As one of the famous leaders of the 14K, he had some face and could guarantee that his nephew would have no major problems. But later, after he knew the cause and process, his heart went cold by half...

At noon, while eating the delicious food sent by Zhu Youzai, Wang Yan casually flipped through the few property deeds in front of him, looking at Du Yushan, who was sitting with his back straight and hadn't looked at his dead-like nephew in the corner since he came in.

He was of medium height, with a crew cut, and the white stubble at his temples was clearly visible. He had a square face, sword eyebrows, and star eyes, and was roughly fifty years old. He looked broad-shouldered and thick-bodied, so he must have known martial arts and practiced often. His whole body was filled with a military air, and he should have been an officer originally.

"Know what he said?"

"Know, this is a meeting gift." Du Yushan nodded and said without hiding: "I still want to strive for it. Making a mistake requires paying a price; I recognize this. But he is my own nephew, and I hope Brother Yan can raise your hand high and spare his life. In the future, if there is any dispatch, Du will definitely go all out."

"If I say no."

Du Yushan was silent, just staring straight at Wang Yan.

"Scaring me?"

"Don't dare." Du Yushan said so, but still stared tightly at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan waved his hand: "Bring him over."

As soon as the words fell, two plainclothes officers dragged the fat man to the table like a dead dog, one leg each.

Looking at Du Yushan, who didn't understand, Wang Yan smiled lightly, stood up, stepped forward, and kicked the fat man's left leg, breaking it.

"Ah..." The fat man, who had fainted, was awakened by the intense pain, screamed loudly, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Du Yushan sitting there: "Uncle, save me, Uncle, save me..."

Ignoring his nephew's plea for help, Du Yushan frowned tightly, staring at Wang Yan without saying a word. He tried his best to restrain himself, trying his best to look like a calm lake, but the bulging veins on his red neck truly revealed his anger.

Wang Yan laughed, pulled out the. 38 from his waist, raised his eyebrows at Du Yushan, and amidst the fat man's bitter pleading and desperate cursing, aimed at his forehead, and then, bang...

The gunshot hadn't even faded for a few breaths when dense footsteps sounded downstairs, running towards the upstairs.

The first uniformed police officer who ran in didn't know the truth, looked at Wang Yan standing with a gun, and asked: "Brother Yan, are you okay?"

Wang Yan still looked at Du Yushan: "Fatty Hua hid drugs, sold drugs, provided places for drug use, refused to plead guilty, attempted to grab a gun and attack the police, and has been shot dead by me."

Du Yushan's masseter muscles bulged, and anyone could see that his teeth were about to be bitten off. He took a deep breath, looked at Wang Yan deeply, turned around, and left without any hesitation.

"Take the things away."

Du Yushan didn't stop his steps: "An apology for dirtying Brother Yan's hands."

"Interesting..." Until his back disappeared, looking down at his blood-stained trouser legs, Wang Yan shook his head and laughed: "Take the food to the table on the side, and clean this place up." ===== CHAPTER 355 =====