Chapter 105: Murder and Arson Bring Golden Belts

Serious Crimes Unit Interrogation Room.

As the last person to have contact with Jiang Tiansheng, the Dragon Head of the Hongle Society, Piao Ge, had already been interrogated for a full three hours.

"Officer, I really didn't kill him! As the dignified Dragon Head of the Hongle Society, why would I need to use a method like poisoning!"

Liao Zhizong asked: "According to the eyewitness testimony, you and Jiang Tiansheng were together for a full hour. What did you two talk about for an hour?"

Chen Jiaju of the Serious Crimes Unit, and Chen Guozhong and Liao Zhizong of the Anti-Triad Unit were in charge of the interrogation.

Piao Ge immediately crossed his arms and looked elsewhere: "Just chatting about family matters."

"Chatting about family matters? What kind of family matters do you chat about for an hour?" Chen Guozhong followed up immediately.

Chen Jiaju tapped the table and said: "Look into my eyes."

"I already said I didn't do it!" Piao Ge suddenly became impatient, crossing his arms and refusing to answer.

Chen Guozhong sneered: "Piao Ge, you're an old hand in the underworld too. If you don't cooperate, how can we clear you of suspicion? When those Hongxing boys go crazy, you know the consequences."

He was right; Jiang Tiansheng's death had instead caused the Hongxing Society to unite at this moment.

"Officer, handling cases requires evidence. If I didn't do it, I didn't do it!" Piao Ge cursed while smoking.

As an old hand in the underworld, he knew one thing clearly: he was thoroughly smeared with this mess. Even if the police let him go, the people from Hongxing would not let it rest.

Damn Jiang Tiansheng!

You had to die at the worst possible time!

And you had to die right in front of me!

Chen Jiaju asked: "Since you didn't kill Jiang Tiansheng, why did you leave the Gaorfuqiuchang immediately afterward?"

"I saw that Jiang Tiansheng's complexion wasn't right; he must have been poisoned," Piao Ge explained.

Chen Jiaju pressed: "Poisoned? You could tell he was poisoned at a glance? Since you didn't do it, why didn't you go to the hospital with them?"

"Do people in the underworld talk reason with you? If I had stayed, it would have been even harder to explain!" At this moment, he was truly unable to defend himself.

Liao Zhizong sneered: "How is it hard to explain? Are you trying to frame Jing Jun because you see Hongxing is on the verge of infighting, so you can profit from the chaos?"

"Damn your mother! I really didn't do it!" As someone who started as a street thug, Piao Ge was not good with words.

The more he equivocated, the more suspicious the people from the Anti-Triad Unit and the Serious Crimes Unit became.

His face turning red, Piao Ge raged: "In any case, I can be sure that Jing Jun did this!"

"The Jing Jun you mentioned is actually the one with the least suspicion. We even checked the CCTV within a one-kilometer radius, and none of Jing Jun's people were present. Was it done by a ghost?"

Zhizong followed up on Chen Jiaju's words: "Besides the people from Hongxing, the only ones present were your Hongle Zha FIT Ren Shenshi Sheng, Zhou Dawei, and Fei Quan, these Hongle big shots."

Chen Guozhong steered the topic back: "Hey, Piao Ge, tell us what you and Jiang Tiansheng talked about."

"..."

Piao Ge was speechless.

On the other side.

After the police questioned Taizi, Chen Haonan, Chen Yao, Shanjie, and others, they told them to stay in Hong Kong for the time being and wait for summons at any time, then released them.

"You guys go downstairs and wait for me first; I need to have a few words with Superintendent Zhang," Chen Yao said to Taizi, Chen Haonan, and the others.

After Taizi and Chen Haonan left, Chen Yao asked Zhang Wenyao: "Superintendent Zhang, any leads? Was it done by Jing Jun's people?"

"It doesn't look like his style. I asked the Anti-Triad people; this Chen Jiajun acts very arrogantly and has no prior record of poisoning anyone."

"We police focused on checking the CCTV within a one-kilometer radius, and Chen Jiajun's people were not present," Zhang Wenyao replied in a deep voice.

Chen Yao asked persistently: "Then is it possible that Jing Jun's people poisoned him beforehand?"

"One gram of cyanide is enough to kill. We police even went to Jiang Tiansheng's villa and took the CCTV tapes. After repeated analysis, we didn't see any sign of Jing Jun's subordinates."

As he spoke, he shook his head and continued: "I actually feel that you guys are more suspicious than Chen Jiajun. Let me ask you, what did Hongle's Piao Ge talk about with Jiang Tiansheng?"

"About plotting against Jing Jun." Zhang Wenyao had a close relationship with Jiang Tiansheng, so Chen Yao had nothing to hide.

"Damn it!" Zhang Wenyao cursed: "I really don't understand you people in the underworld. You all talk about loyalty, but when you do things, you're more ruthless than the next. Let me ask you, who benefits the most from Jiang Tiansheng's death?"

"There are plenty of people who benefit, but the one who benefits the least is Jing Jun. Once Jiang Tiansheng dies, everyone will suspect him. If Jing Jun cannot clear his name, Hongxing will likely have infighting, and then other societies will have an opportunity to exploit."

Chen Yao said with extreme bitterness.

After a pause, Chen Yao seemed to remember something and asked: "Superintendent Zhang, can we trace the source of the poison?"

"It can't be traced," Zhang Wenyao immediately shook his head.

Cyanide, as a highly toxic compound, was first used by spies for suicide, assassination, and other means.

Hong Kong in the eighties was exactly a city of spies; tracing the origin of cyanide was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wenyao waved his hand and said: "You go back first. Tell the Hongxing boys to stay calm; otherwise, if some big trouble happens, it will be hard for me to explain to my superiors."

"Superintendent Zhang, then I'll be going." Chen Yao sighed.

Watching Chen Yao leave, Zhang Wenyao's mobile phone rang.

Answering the phone, a threatening voice came from the other side: "Superintendent Zhang, when are you going to pay back the 1 million you owe us?"

"What time is it now?" A look of embarrassment immediately appeared on Zhang Wenyao's face.

"Superintendent Zhang, we debt collectors have it so hard. You're a Superintendent and I'm a street thug; I can't exactly go to the Police Station to collect debts, can I?" the other party teased.

"Give me a little more time; I'll be able to handle it soon." After saying this, Zhang Wenyao hung up the phone.

He picked up the coffee on the table and drank it in one gulp, looking at the rows of large Mercedes-Benz cars downstairs, muttering to himself: "Those who kill and burn get golden belts, those who repair bridges and pave roads have no corpses to bury!"

At this moment, a distracting thought suddenly surged into Zhang Wenyao's heart, making him feel unusually hot and restless for a moment.

Shaking his head and revealing a bitter smile, Zhang Wenyao threw the paper cup into the trash can.

Arriving at the interrogation room where Piao Ge was, Zhang Wenyao pushed open the door, sat down opposite Piao Ge, and asked a question: "Apiao, tell me what you've been doing these past two days. The day before yesterday, where were you? Who was present?"

Piao Ge was speechless for a moment. The day before yesterday, he was hosting a drug dealer. After Heishui Qiang, Dapu Hei, Wang Bao, and Lian Haolong died, the laundry powder market in Hong Kong was very tight, and prices were climbing steadily.

"You're not answering, right? Fine. Now the police are treating you as a prime suspect. We'll lock you up for three or four days first to give you time to think it over clearly!" Zhang Wenyao sneered and closed the transcript.

Hong Kong Royal Police Headquarters.

When Chen Yao left the headquarters and arrived at Jinzhongdao, he saw rows of large Mercedes-Benz cars parked across the road, and Dumu of Hung Hing was standing there, looking at him expressionlessly.

Taizi, Chen Haonan, Shanjie, Datian Er, and Baopi, the five of them were bound hand and foot, sitting inside several Mercedes-Benz cars.

Dumu pulled open the door of a Mercedes-Benz: "Chen Yao, my Big Brother wants you to come with us to pay respects to Mr. Jiang."

(End of this chapter)