Chapter 118: The Waves Behind the Yangtze River Push the Waves Ahead

Shanjie picked up Chen Haonan, Datian Er supported Chen Haonan's thighs, and they sprinted wildly toward the hospital.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Da Fei picked up a Machete from the ground and stabbed Fei Quan straight through with one strike; regardless of the outcome, he dropped the knife and bolted.

Wanchai Tiger Chen Yaoxing ran into a small alley, glancing back at the Police while sprinting, completely unaware that several demon-slave minions were lying in ambush at the alley entrance; they knocked him unconscious with a single club strike.

A demon-slave minion, holding a steel club, blocked Zhou Dawei as he was about to flee, knocked him over with one strike, and then pierced his throat with another.

"Stop!"

A Police Constable ran forward, but that demon-slave minion did not let go.

"Bang! Bang!"

The Police Constable drew his service weapon and fired into the air.

Seeing that Zhou Dawei had breathed his last, the demon-slave minion hurriedly dropped the steel club, squatted on the ground with his hands covering his head, and muttered, "Opposing the Triad is everyone's duty!"

……

Over in Wanchai, the battle was even more tragic than in Causeway Bay.

Here, it was exclusively demon-slave minions; facing several times their number of Hongle Boys and Xinji Boys, they were all fearless of death, fighting in groups of three or five against the Hongle and Xinji machete-wielders in a fierce struggle.

They were thick-skinned and tough; when the Hongle Boys and Xinji Boys slashed them, they felt nothing, instead striking back with a hammer that could shatter their heads.

After Chen Guozhong ordered the arrests, the scene was quickly brought under control.

……

The battle began on Stanley Street, and the street surface had already been brought under control.

"You two come with me." Liao Zhizong did not leave, but instead took the lead and stepped into Luyu Tea House.

As soon as they stepped into Luyu Tea House, they were startled by the tragic scene; the staff of Luyu Tea House were all shivering and cowering in the corners.

The Hongle Boys lay on the ground with only their last breaths remaining.

The demon-slave minions had already taken control of the scene, with guards stationed every five steps from the third floor down to the first.

Liao Zhizong was about to step onto the stairs.

Ya Qi, with a round, chubby build and a height of only 1.7 meters, stood in the middle: "Sorry! Without the Big Brother's order, no one is allowed upstairs."

"Call Chen Jiajun and tell him I, Liao Zhizong, am here! If you don't let me in, I'll drag you all to rot in Stanley Prison..."

Liao Zhizong stood straight, held up his identification, and shouted.

Ya Qi made a phone call and then stepped aside.

Accompanied by two Police Constables, Liao Zhizong arrived at the largest private room on the third floor.

The Hongle Society Dragon Head Piao Ge sat on the sofa, his face bruised and swollen, blood streaming from his nose, looking utterly miserable.

Shenshi Sheng lay on the floor, a bloody mess, while Pan Laoda and Deng Bo, still shaken, drank tea cup after cup.

Chen Jiajun seemed not to have moved from his spot, still sitting on the sofa smoking a Cigar.

Baohua and Xing Shu sat on other sofas, their faces full of anger as they looked toward Piao Ge.

The demon-slave minions stood in a row behind Chen Jiajun, arms crossed, their gazes fixed on Piao Ge, their eyes filled with mockery.

"Officer Liao, you've come just in time!"

Because he was facing the room door, Piao Ge was the first to see Liao Zhizong; he looked as if he had seen a savior.

Liao Zhizong sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression; without even glancing at Piao Ge, he looked at Chen Jiajun: "Jing Jun, I admit your scheme was very successful; we of the Royal Hong Kong Police have all become your pawns. After today's battle, you are going to be deified."

"Deified is an overstatement; it's just a trick not worth mentioning." Chen Jiajun picked up the teapot to pour tea for Liao Zhizong.

"Officer Liao, take me away immediately! I want to report Jing Jun for fighting, brawling, and murder!"

Piao Ge spoke up again.

"Of course, I'll take you back to headquarters for questioning in a moment!" Liao Zhizong looked at Piao Ge with pity: "I'm afraid you don't even know that your Majai couldn't take a single piece of territory."

"Ah?" Piao Ge's face showed shock.

Chen Jiajun laughed: "In another half hour, I'm afraid the charges will be more than just these; I heard the Serious Crimes Unit has already led a team to your house."

"F*** your mother! You provoked the Royal Police!" Piao Ge slammed the table and cursed.

"Apiao! If you lose, you lose; don't be a sore loser!" Deng Bo put down his teacup, let out a long sigh, and retorted angrily.

Chen Jiajun sneered: "What do you mean by provoking the Royal Police? It was you, you loser, who disregarded the code of the underworld first, f*** your mother!"

After finishing, Chen Jiajun stood up, smiled, and pointed at the unconscious Shenshi Sheng on the floor: "Officer Liao, and this Shenshi Sheng here, he just attacked with a gun; Deng Bo and Pan Laoda can both testify."

"As for us, we were empty-handed, facing the encirclement of the Hongle Society Triad machete-wielders, and chose self-defense. If you, Officer Liao, want to make arrests, I will go with you; just let my brothers go back. If they don't work, they'll go hungry."

"Ring-ring!"

The urgent ringtone of a mobile phone sounded, coming from Liao Zhizong.

……

Hongle Society Piao Ge's villa.

"We're here."

Zhang Wenyao straightened his collar, narrowed his eyes, and held a court Shouchaling in his hand, his expression very serious.

"You go ring the doorbell."

Zhang Wenyao said, and a Police Constable nodded, stepped toward the villa, and pressed the doorbell.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

The domestic helper heard the bell and hurried to the front gate.

The domestic helper asked: "May I ask if you visitors have an invitation from the master..."

Zhang Wenyao held up the Shouchaling, raised an eyebrow, and said: "Does a court Shouchaling count as an invitation?"

"Open the door!"

"You can't stop me."

Seeing the court seal on the Shouchaling, the domestic helper showed a look of fright and cooperated by opening the iron gate.

There was no helping it; facing the well-prepared and imposing members of the Serious Crimes Unit, the Filipino maid felt timid inside.

After all, the servants were well aware of what their Boss did for a living.

At this moment, Zhang Wenyao holding the court Shouchaling was indeed very intimidating.

After opening the iron gate, the Filipino maid bowed politely with a neither humble nor pushy attitude: "Please."

Zhang Wenyao followed behind the maid, head held high and chest out, as dozens of Police Constables filed in one after another.

"Search!" Zhang Wenyao shouted.

The Police Constables immediately rushed into the villa.

They soon had a harvest; inside cigar boxes and red wine crates were bags of Laundry Powder, and a Police Constable shouted excitedly: "Brother Yao!"

"Search everything for me, don't miss a single corner! Control everyone in the villa!"

Zhang Wenyao shouted with a smile on his face.

Fifteen minutes later, there was an even bigger surprise; an observant Police Constable opened a small bag of white powder, sniffed it, and immediately sensed a bitter almond scent, his expression changing drastically: "Brother Yao! Come over and see what this is!"

In this world, most people do not have cyanide odor receptors and cannot smell the bitter almond scent at all.

But this Police Constable happened to have cyanide odor receptors.

Luyu Tea House.

After hearing Zhang Wenyao's words, Liao Zhizong's eyes narrowed, and he immediately took out his credentials: "Piao Ge, you are suspected of smuggling Laundry Powder, suspected of organizing illegal Triad organizations and activities, and also suspected of murder; our Anti-Triad Unit is now arresting you!"

Two Police Constables immediately took out a pair of silver bracelets.

"You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say will be used as evidence in court." Putting his credentials in his pocket, Liao Zhizong took the handcuffs and recited the famous Miranda warning.

"Click."

The cold handcuffs were placed on Piao Ge's wrists.

There was no look of defeat on Piao Ge's face; instead, he smiled.

He had committed many crimes in his life, and he did not know which murder case the police were referring to.

Piao Ge stared at Chen Jiajun and smiled: "The waves of the Yangtze River push the ones ahead! I never thought that at my age, despite being fully prepared, I would actually lose at your hands!"

"But don't get too cocky; let me tell you one thing: those who live by the sword must eventually pay the price."

"Enough nonsense!" Liao Zhizong pushed Piao Ge toward the exit, and two Police Constables put a black hood over Piao Ge's head.

Downstairs at the tea house, facing the long lenses and cameras of countless Reporters, Liao Zhizong escorted Piao Ge into the police car.

Returning to the tea house afterward, Liao Zhizong said to Chen Jiajun: "Jing Jun, we found cyanide in Piao Ge's home, and the case of Jiang Tiansheng has been solved. However, the police hope that the retaliatory actions of Hung Hing will end here."

"Officer Liao, thank you and the police for maintaining social order." Chen Jiajun reached out and shook hands with Liao Zhizong.

In this way, Jiang Tiansheng's death could be completely blamed on Piao Ge of Hung Lok; even if Piao Ge had a hundred mouths, he could not explain it clearly.

As for whether Hung Lok would disband after losing people like Piao Ge, Zhou Dawei, and Fei Quan?

It would not.

Hung Lok's foundation was even deeper than Chung Shun Yee's.

After the Dragon Head Piao Ge was arrested, people like Baye, Ghost King, and Mangchao of Hung Lok immediately came out to take charge of the situation and even held formal negotiations with Hung Hing, with both sides ceasing hostilities.

From then on, the second-tier Triad society Hung Lok lost all its territory on Hong Kong Island and the New Territories, and could only shrink back to Kowloon.

These are stories for another time.

(End of this chapter)