Chapter 117: Illegal Protest

The Wanchai, Central, and even the Anti-Triad Unit at headquarters had long since made contingency plans for tonight's show of force, yet they never imagined that the Hongxing boys would actually disguise themselves as "Hongxing Property" employees, holding a large-scale illegal protest to confront the gangsters of the Hongle Society and the Xinji.

Moreover, reporters from the streets seemed to have popped up out of nowhere, and in an instant, the police switchboard was flooded with countless emergency calls.

Hong Kong Royal Police Headquarters.

Chief Superintendent of the Anti-Triad Unit, Hu Zhuoren, sat in his office listening to the report from the front lines and said firmly:

"Follow the pre-arranged plan! I don't care who it is tonight! Arrest everyone! If anyone dares to resist, give a warning shot immediately! I await your report of victory!"

Chen Guozhong watched the chaotic melee ahead and said into the microphone: "The Hongxing boys are holding banners and protesting illegally, and there are quite a few reporters filming on the side. The Hongxing boys are shouting that they oppose the Triad...

The Xinji boys and the Hongle boys are using machetes to hack people... What should we do? We have all fallen into Chen Jiajun's trap."

"What?"

Hu Zhuoren's tone was one of surprise. He stood up while gripping the phone and roared immediately: "Call for reinforcements from Tsim Sha Tsui to Wanchai immediately, now!"

It was unclear whether this command was shouted at Chen Guozhong or at the police officers beside him.

After issuing the order.

Chief Superintendent of the Anti-Triad Unit, Hu Zhuoren, immediately headed to the Commissioner's office and placed calls to the Deputy Commissioner, the Senior Assistant Commissioner, and the Assistant Commissioner.

Hu Zhuoren reported to Commissioner Han Yili: "Commissioner Han, the Hongxing boys are protesting illegally and have launched a show-of-force parade against Hongle and Xinji. The scale exceeds ten thousand. My recommendation is to firmly suppress all three societies! Arrest everyone!"

"Such a perverse trend must be curbed! We must not tolerate it, nor can we allow it to grow!"

As the head of the Anti-Triad Unit and a Chinese man himself, Hu Zhuoren had already seen through Chen Jiajun's conspiracy.

He knew well that if there is a first time, there will be a second, and if there is a second, there will be a third.

The Director of Operations said with a grave expression: "According to reports from the front, Hongle has deployed machetes, while the Hongxing boys, in their capacity as Hongxing Property employees, are protesting against the Triad's illegal parade using wrenches and iron shovels. I have already mobilized all available police force to various locations on Hong Kong Island."

The most mysterious department at the Hong Kong Royal Police Headquarters, the Director of the Political Department, Wales Smith—one could tell he was from England just by his name—had the Chinese name He Guorong, and his hair was already gray.

He Guorong said in a deep voice: "Hu SIR, you have forgotten one point: there are also a large number of reporters at the scene. If we haul away the Hongxing boys, the news will certainly make it into all the major newspapers. This will be used by all sectors of society as a means to attack the Governor and the Hong Kong Royal Police. Do you understand?"

"Are we just going to let the Hongxing boys off this time? I absolutely cannot tolerate this behavior from Hongxing. I still insist on taking action!"

Hu Zhuoren reiterated his position. If both sides were just engaging in a standard gang brawl, he would feel it was easier to resolve, but with Hongxing putting on this kind of display, how would he be able to do his job in the future?

Commissioner Han Yili greatly appreciated Hu Zhuoren's firm attitude. He knew that Hu Zhuoren's concerns were not without merit. He pondered for a moment and wanted to learn more about the clever boy from Hongxing: "Introduce the Dragon Head of the Hongxing Society."

From the Political Department's seating area, a Gweilo executive sitting next to He Guorong—a middle-aged man with the English name George and the Chinese name Bai Shibin—said: "Commissioner Han, this is some of the information we have gathered. Elizabeth, please distribute it."

As he spoke, he handed out a stack of A4 paper, and a young, beautiful, brown-haired female police officer from the Political Department took the documents and distributed them to everyone.

Bai Shibin coughed once and said: "Age twenty-one, nicknamed Hongxing Mad Dragon Jing Jun, formerly the top lieutenant of Causeway Bay Zha FIT Ren Deng Zhiyong...

I'll keep it brief. Chen Jiajun became the Hongxing Dragon Head through bribery, and his public identity is the Chairman of Guojun Technology."

"Guojun Technology's headquarters is in Tuen Mun Butterfly Bay, and they are in the business of pirated arcade games. Chen Jiajun himself seems to be on good terms with Lu Huangfa and Lu Hantao of the New Territories."

"At the same time, Chen Jiajun is the mastermind behind the recent shooting case in Macau, and because of this, he has gained the admiration of the Macau Gambling King, He Xin."

"In the robbery and bombing case in Central a few days ago, Chen Jiajun happened to be at the scene. He participated in the rescue operation throughout, and he even took out a 50 million loan from HSBC to donate to the innocent victims affected by the bombing..."

It could be said that the Political Department's information gathering on the various major groups in Hong Kong had reached a very meticulous level.

Upon hearing this, Han Yili frowned, and the face that was good for nothing but being handsome flashed before his eyes.

He suddenly reacted, stood up, pressed his hands on the table, and said word for word: "Only arrest the people from Hongle and Xinji; do not touch the people from Hongxing. The Public Relations Branch will draft a statement immediately. Tomorrow, the message we announce to the public is that this is a model of police-civilian cooperation. We, the Hong Kong Royal Police, also oppose the Triad and maintain social order!!"

"And remember, tonight's events have nothing to do with Hongxing. Let the matter of their illegal protest slide for now."

"YES, SIR!"

Inside the conference room, all the leadership of the Police Force stood up in unison and saluted together.

The order was passed down through the ranks.

From the feedback of the field reports by frontline officers to the high-level decision-making and the issuing of orders, the entire process took less than ten minutes.

And the scene of the clash, after an initial period of orderly formation, quickly turned into a scattered, chaotic mess.

It is impossible for gangsters in a show of force or a brawl to be as disciplined as a real army.

A scale of dozens or hundreds of people relies on swarming the opponent to suppress them with sheer numbers.

A show of force involving thousands or ten thousand people relies on the ability to gather and disperse at will, focusing on small-unit skirmishes, smashing shops, and sweeping through territories, back and forth.

Causeway Bay, Hennessy Road.

There were no shortage of people hacked to death by blades, and many others lay on the side of the street with broken heads and bleeding, or were stuffed into trash cans.

Among them, many had their tendons in their hands and feet severed.

Reduced to cripples.

This is the cruelty of the underworld!

Every day, it reminds those who follow: do not enter the underworld!

"David!"

At this moment, Hongle's Fei Quan, having hacked a Hongxing Straw Sandal to death in front of him, suddenly saw his fellow Red Pole, Zhou Dawei, knocked to the ground by Chen Haonan. He immediately raised his blade, led his men into the crowd, charged and fought with all his might, and snatched David back.

Then, Fei Quan pushed Zhou Dawei backward, handing him over to a few Hongle boys in the back to look after, while his gaze locked onto Chen Haonan in front.

"Chen Haonan!"

"Fei Quan!"

Their gazes collided, hatred and killing intent flashing in their eyes.

Chen Haonan wore a grave expression, picked up a machete from the ground, and charged over.

Fei Quan's expression was calm; he gripped his blade backhanded and charged to meet him!

Five minutes later, Fei Quan plunged his blade into Chen Haonan's stomach, giving his opponent a cold, piercing blow straight through!

Thump!

With a sound!

Chen Haonan fell heavily to his knees, clutching his stomach. His vision began to blur, and blood bubbled from his mouth and nose.

"Nan Ge!" Seeing this, Shanjie disregarded his own safety, hacked through the Hongle boys in front of him, and rushed over.

"Nan Ge!"

Datian Er and Jiaopi also came sprinting over.

"So cold..."

Chen Haonan stared with wide eyes; in this early April spring, he could not feel a shred of warmth.

"Make arrests!"

"Only arrest the people from Hongle and Xinji!"

Chen Guozhong held his walkie-talkie and issued the arrest order. Several hundred Police Constables rushed out quickly, frantically arresting the Hongle Boys and Xinji Boys.

Many sharp-witted gangsters immediately dropped their weapons and dashed toward every direction and small alleyway.

(End of chapter)