Chapter 120: The Dragon Head is Hard to Be

Piao Ge shook the railings: "Hey! I admit to smuggling Laundry Powder, but I really didn't poison Jiang Tiansheng!"

"We police have already found cyanide in your villa, what are you still pretending for!"

"Are you afraid this will get out and ruin your reputation? Don't worry, at your age, you're definitely not getting out."

"Alright, no need to waste breath on him, leave everything to the judge."

Liao Zhizong wiped the grease off his hands with a paper towel, then walked out of the detention room with Zhang Wenyao.

No matter how Piao Ge explained himself behind them, the two never looked back.

Zhang Wenyao stretched: "I've worked two consecutive all-nighters, I'm going to sleep now, you should go back and rest early too."

"Superintendent Zhang, I still have to work all night to write reports!" Liao Zhizong complained, casting an envious look at Zhang Wenyao.

Zhang Wenyao laughed and said: "Damn, you've made so many contributions lately, your promotion to Superintendent is a done deal. Remember to treat us to a full sauna package when the time comes!"

"A general's success is built on ten thousand bones; it's all about stepping on brothers to climb up. During that Zhongxinyi incident, my brothers died, leaving behind two daughters and a kid, sigh!" Liao Zhizong shook his head.

Arriving at the underground parking lot, Zhang Wenyao looked at the Volvo parked in the corner, a sense of security rising in his heart; he then climbed into a brand-new Mercedes and drove toward his home.

Along the way, he whistled happily.

He had also come to terms with it; at most, he would pay Tian Yangsheng and the others 40 million USD as previously agreed.

A person cannot be insatiably greedy.

After going upstairs and placing his briefcase in the entryway, he impatiently took off his suit and loosened his tie.

"Hands up!"

Just at this moment, the clear sound of a Handgun safety being disengaged came from behind, followed by a steady voice.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Wenyao raised his hands, trembling; although as a Superintendent he had the right to carry a gun, it just so happened that today, he had turned his service weapon in for maintenance.

"Turn around." Lao Yu issued the order.

"It's you?"

Zhang Wenyao turned around and immediately recognized Lao Yu's identity: "I know your Big Brother Jing Jun, what is the meaning of this?"

"My Big Brother asked me to see you; he thinks you've committed a monstrous crime this time and is afraid of bringing trouble upon himself."

Lao Yu revealed a hint of a guileless smile.

"What did you say?" Zhang Wenyao's hair stood on end.

"The Central robbery and bombing case, you are the mastermind." Lao Yu calmly exposed Zhang Wenyao's true face.

"Heh." Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenyao lowered his hands, smiling and shaking his head continuously, then let out a hysterical whisper: "That's right! I am the mastermind! What do you want to do! Are you going to report me?"

"We're all in the game! Just say how much you want! How much do you want!"

"The money is all in our hands; this isn't a question of how much you can give."

Seeing the other man's expression, Lao Yu asked in surprise: "You actually haven't checked that Volvo after all this time?"

"Fuck your mother!" Zhang Wenyao continued to roar in a hysterical whisper.

"Too quiet, didn't you eat? Louder! Let all of Hong Kong know that Serious Crimes Unit Superintendent Zhang Wenyao is a dirty cop!"

Lao Yu kept the Browning Pistol raised the entire time.

"Damn it, what do you want to do!" Zhang Wenyao cursed angrily.

"Step back a bit, I can't guarantee my hand won't shake." Lao Yu gestured.

"You dare to kill me?" Zhang Wenyao pointed at his own forehead and whispered.

"Don't worry, even if I finish you off, no one will be able to find evidence."

"Oh, right, let me tell you one thing: I poisoned Jiang Tiansheng, Piao Ge just took the fall for me. Although Big Brother told me to keep it secret, I really couldn't hold it in; I wanted to find someone to confide in."

Lao Yu grinned.

"You did it? Impossible! We police checked all the CCTV."

Zhang Wenyao wore an expression of disbelief, yet the very next moment, his mouth suddenly gaped wide.

Because he was shocked to discover that Lao Yu's figure had actually vanished into thin air right before his eyes for about ten seconds, then reappeared in the same spot!

"Is this a superpower?" Zhang Wenyao rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Enough nonsense, go write a confession letter first." Lao Yu grinned again.

"You want me to work for you, so you need to hold some leverage? No need to be so troublesome."

Zhang Wenyao immediately realized.

"No, to join our organization, we must hold some evidence. If you don't cooperate, I can only send you to Hell."

Lao Yu waved the gun, gesturing.

"Fine, fine, fine, can you put the gun down first?"

"No, write quickly, the more detailed the better. Also, remember to omit the information about the Seven Sons of Tian Yang."

Lao Yu kept the Browning Pistol raised the entire time.

"Your Big Brother is truly cunning, but I like it."

Zhang Wenyao smiled; since the other party had such great ability, joining such an organization wouldn't make it difficult to get promoted and get rich in the future.

Half an hour later, Zhang Wenyao stopped his fountain pen: "It's written."

"Not bad, from now on we're on the same side, have a drink of water." Lao Yu handed over a cup of water.

Zhang Wenyao had no defenses at all; he picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp. The next moment, he clutched his throat with a look of disbelief, pointing at Lao Yu, wanting to curse out loud, but he couldn't do anything.

Then, he collapsed to the floor.

"Fool, so easy to trick!"

Lao Yu gave a contemptuous laugh and left the scene.

It wasn't until the next afternoon that Zhang Wenyao's colleagues noticed something was wrong and immediately went to Zhang Wenyao's home, only to discover his corpse; that confession letter was considered evidence of Zhang Wenyao's surrender.

As a Superintendent of the Serious Crimes Unit, Zhang Wenyao did indeed know about some of the cash transport plans and video footage.

Immediately afterward, the police went to Mount Davis, but they could only find a few headless corpses covered in bullet holes; there was no sign of the one hundred million US dollars.

The higher-ups judged it to be a case of criminals preying on criminals, and with Zhang Wenyao's assistance, the mastermind behind the scenes might have already left Hong Kong.

As for the robbery and bombing case in Central, due to the details of Zhang Wenyao's collusion, it was always classified as highly confidential by the police and never made public.

As for the Seven Sons of Tianyang, they were completely cleared of all charges.

……

Four o'clock in the morning.

Inside the Jinbi Huihuang Bathhouse in Wanchai.

Chen Jiajun, Jing Kun, Han Bin, Si Yanlong, Futou Jun, Dumu, Ya Qi, and Lao Yu were soaking in the bathhouse, the scene very harmonious.

Behind Chen Jiajun, two young girls were scrubbing his back.

Si Yanlong, Xu Huayan, had a Cigar in his mouth and was lying on the edge of the bath, holding a mobile phone in his hand: "Damn it, I really couldn't tell that Apiao was the type of person to do something like this."

Chen Jiajun took a sip of whiskey and sighed: "It's a good thing I wasn't there, otherwise I would have been framed to death by Apiao."

"Not only that, he made an appointment to meet me tonight just to take me out. Luckily I discovered it in advance, otherwise I would already be down there selling salted duck eggs."

"After tonight, your name will ring out across the world; no one will dare look down on you. What are your thoughts on Ah Hing's matter?" Si Yanlong put on his glasses and took a sip of wine.

Futou Jun spoke up: "Brother Jun, today only the boss and I came over, and we came with sincerity."

Chen Jiajun took a puff of his Cigar and quickly made a decision: "Brother Long, Futou Jun, since you came here in person, I will certainly give you face, but the territory definitely cannot be returned."

"There is no logic in returning territory that has been conquered."

"How about this: Sun Yee On gives us a sum of medical expenses as a gesture, so I can give my brothers an explanation."

Xu Huayan reached out his hand toward Chen Jiajun: "Since you've put it that way, what else can I say? I'll give you ten million for the medical expenses."

Sun Yee On, having safely navigated through the era of money, was not at all short of this ten million.

"Brother Long, I like straightforward people like you." Chen Jiajun also shook his hand.

"Dumu, take Futou Jun to go collect the people."

"Alright, I'm heading back to sleep." Xu Huayan said, yawning as he stood up: "A Jun, when you go to Fanling Sansheng Palace for your promotion ceremony, call me!"

"It's already four o'clock, stay for some morning tea?"

"You said it yourself, it's already four o'clock. If I don't sleep now, I won't be able to get up tomorrow. I'm old now, not like when I was young."

Xu Huayan waved his hand.

After seeing the Sun Yee On group off, Chen Jiajun finally had a moment to catch his breath: "Damn it, it's four-thirty!"

"It's hard being a Dragon Head!"

(End of this chapter)