Chapter 201: Undercurrents Surging

Chen Jiajun would not use the same trick four or five times.

Having old prisoners carry out assassination missions seemed safe and secure, but if done too often, both the Serious Crimes Unit and the Anti-Triad Unit would become alert.

Therefore, last year, Chen Jiajun quietly arranged for many young demon slaves to enter various industries in Hong Kong.

These young demon slaves had no connection whatsoever with Hung Hing, and their identities were as clean as could be.

Chen Jiajun never imagined that the first life lost in 1981 would not be Lei Juekun, nor Zou Wenhuai, nor any triad Dragon Head or Zha FIT Ren, but the New Territories King Zhang Renlong, a true high-level figure in Chinese politics.

This guy Zhang Renlong was also on the books over at the British Hong Kong side, considered one of the top-ranked lackeys, and on top of that, he was the backer for Sun Yee On and was just blind as a bat.

A dragon has a reverse scale; touch it and you must die.

Not only did he want to kill Zhang Renlong, but he also wanted to seize Shatin.

When the Police Constables from the traffic unit arrived at the Lion Rock Tunnel, Zhang Renlong, Chen Guoshan, and the driver had long since lost their breath; what surprised the officers was not the tragic nature of the car accident, nor the identities of Zhang Renlong, Chen Guoshan, and the others.

It was that, judging from the positions of Zhang Renlong and Chen Guoshan, the two were clearly engaged in illicit acts when the accident occurred.

One was a 60-year-old New Territories King, the other a former popular TVB star... their publicly stated relationship was that of goddaughter and Godfather.

The big boss really knows how to play.

"You were the one driving this dump truck?" A traffic unit Police Constable took out handcuffs.

"Officer, sorry about that, it's a rainy day, I just couldn't brake." The burly man consciously stretched out both hands, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"You'd better smoke a few more while you can; do you know who you just hit and killed?"

"I don't know, Officer, how much do I have to pay? I have insurance, I'm supplying sand and soil to the Hong Kong Chinese University."

"Did you see the little golden figure on the hood? That's a Rolls-Royce; you killed a big shot."

"Officer, don't scare me..."

Just as the traffic unit officers arrived, many Reporters caught the scent of blood and rushed over, taking photos of the scene one after another; the traffic unit immediately put up isolation tape.

The news of the deaths of Zhang Renlong and Chen Guoshan was reported level by level: Serious Crimes Unit, Anti-Triad Unit, Political Department, Deputy Commissioner of Police.

When Commissioner of Police Han Yili learned of this, he was already about to fall asleep.

"Sir, the New Territories King Zhang Renlong and the famous retired actress Chen Guoshan are dead; they died in a car accident."

Hearing the news on the phone, Han Yili snapped to attention and quickly regained his senses: "Come pick me up."

Zhang Renlong was a high-level figure in Chinese politics; he had to step forward to comfort the family of the deceased.

After getting into the car fifteen minutes later, Han Yili quickly looked at his assistant: "Have the family been notified yet?"

"The family has already been notified," the assistant replied.

"What is the perpetrator's status?"

"The perpetrator is a dump truck driver registered under a construction company, supplying sand and soil to the Hong Kong Chinese University. It rained tonight, the road was slippery, the dump truck didn't brake in time, and by the time people arrived, Sir Zhang Renlong and Ms. Chen Guoshan had already passed away."

Funeral parlor.

Anti-Triad Unit Chief Superintendent Hu Zhuoren frowned as he got out of the car; before him were the wailing Zhang family members. Zhang Renlong had three wives and a total of fifteen children. That was not the point; the point was that Hu Zhuoren knew he would be busy from here on out.

Hu Zhuoren was aware of the relationship between Zhang Renlong and Sun Yee On.

Now that Zhang Renlong was dead, Sun Yee On was effectively without a backer in Shatin.

From here on, Shatin would surely be filled with suspicion and panic.

Moreover, it was a coincidence that Hung Hing had recently planted their flag in Shatin.

At the thought of Hung Hing, Hu Zhuoren frowned even more.

Was there any connection in all of this?

The next day, the car accident at the Shatin Lion Rock Tunnel made the headlines.

In less than a day, the identities of the deceased and the perpetrator had been stripped bare.

A rainy night, a dump truck, and a timing that had absolutely nothing to do with Hung Hing—even if the most elite officers came, they wouldn't be able to find any connection to Hung Hing.

When Hu Zhuoren took the report handed over by the officer, he spoke up: "Are there any anomalies in the recent movements of Hung Hing and Sun Yee On?"

"None, Hu SIR."

"The Sunshine Bus Company always contacts the Police Station before every construction project to ensure the bus stop construction proceeds smoothly."

"Additionally, Sun Yee On has been busy preparing for Sir Zhang Renlong's funeral these past few days, and the Sunshine Bus operations in Shatin have not been obstructed by Sun Yee On."

Liao Zhizong stood before Hu Zhuoren and replied in a deep voice: "Also, we and members of the Serious Crimes Unit have interrogated the prisoner and conducted extensive investigations. This was an accidental event and has no connection to any triad in the underworld."

"It's too clean." Hu Zhuoren frowned.

"Too clean?" Liao Zhizong asked in surprise.

"Yes, the perpetrator is too clean."

Hu Zhuoren put down the report, opened his cigarette case, and gestured to Liao Zhizong; the latter took one out and pulled out a lighter to light his superior's cigarette.

The two puffed away, and Hu Zhuoren said: "We received intelligence that during the Hungry Ghost Festival Assembly in Shatin, Zhang Renlong tried to extort twenty percent of the Sunshine Bus shares from Dalao Jun. Dalao Jun did not agree, the two parted ways politely, and that very night, the incident happened."

"Hu SIR, but we have investigated for so long, and there really is no information showing that the perpetrator has any connection to Hung Hing."

Liao Zhizong took a deep drag of his cigarette and replied.

"I understand. Furthermore, regarding Hung Hing, remember not to let your guard down. Although Hung Hing has been walking the straight and narrow lately, don't forget what kind of triad Hung Hing is."

Hu Zhuoren said.

"I know." Liao Zhizong's brows were locked in a frown.

After finishing his cigarette in a few puffs, Hu Zhuoren picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and said: "Next, you and the brothers from the West Kowloon Anti-Triad Unit must keep a close eye on the Shatin territory. After Zhang Renlong's death, triads like Wo Shing Wo, 14K, Hung Hing, and Tung Sing will surely be impatient to plant their flags in Shatin. Do you have the confidence to handle it?"

"Reporting to the officer, I have confidence."

Liao Zhizong threw the cigarette into the ashtray, took a deep breath, and snapped to attention with a salute.

"Good."

Hu Zhuoren looked at Liao Zhizong with appreciation and said: "Good. If they want to show off their strength and fight, let them fight to the end. We will send enough men to clean up the mess."

After a pause, Hu Zhuoren said to Liao Zhizong again: "Handle this matter well."

"I will let you add a pip to your shoulder."

Liao Zhizong's eyes lit up; he straightened his back and roared with full breath, "YES, SIR."

"Slap."

Liao Zhizong lowered his arm, turned, and left.

West Kowloon Police Station, Interrogation Room.

After Bai Shibin of the Political Department entered with two plainclothes officers, he locked the door and pulled down the blinds. Bai Shibin picked up a folder and said:

"Zhang Dahu (Young Demon Slave), obtained a heavy truck license at National Military Driving School in July 1980, joined Damao Construction Company in August. Colleagues during his time at the construction company said he had no bad habits and no traffic accident record. Tell me, who made you do this car accident? Was it the Guojun Chairman Chen Jiajun?"

The entire interrogation room had nothing but a desk and a few chairs. Zhang Dahu sat before the desk, looking at the three Political Department detectives with a face full of smiles:

"Sir, I already told you, the speed was too fast, I couldn't control the speed."

A plainclothes officer stood at the door with his hands on his hips. Bai Shibin gave a wink to his other companion. That plainclothes officer walked up to Zhang Dahu, picked up an ashtray, and smashed it against Zhang Dahu's forehead.

With a "Bang," the force was so great that the heavy ashtray shattered into pieces.

Several gashes immediately opened on Zhang Dahu's forehead, blood streaming down. Zhang Dahu gritted his teeth and stared at the plainclothes officer.

"Speak, who made you do it?" The plainclothes officer reached out and slapped Zhang Dahu's face: "We are from the Political Department; we can beat you to death. Are you an idiot for acting as a scapegoat for someone else?"

Zhang Dahu lowered his head and spat: "It was the Boss of Damao Construction who made me do it..."

"Slap."

The plainclothes officer struck him hard again: "I have no interest in hearing your jokes."

"It was Xu Wenqiang who made me do it. He told me that after I finished, he would let me be a Big Brother on the Shanghai Bund, right?" Zhang Dahu wiped the blood from his forehead with his hand and stared at the plainclothes officer.

"Slap."

"Say it again." The plainclothes officer increased his strength this time.

"I remembered wrong, it wasn't Xu Wenqiang, it was Guo Jing who told me to do it. He said if I took out Zhang Renlong, he would teach me the Xianglong Shiba Zhang." Zhang Dahu reached out to wipe the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained teeth, and said with a smile.

The plainclothes officer was about to hit him again, but Bai Shibin said: "Hey, stop hitting. Slapping won't make him open his mouth. Use Water Torture, pinch the sheep hooves."

Zhang Dahu raised his head, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

"Playing tough, are you? Fine, I'll grant your wish." The plainclothes officer took a handkerchief from his pocket, put it in a basin, soaked it, and covered Zhang Dahu's face with it.

In less than a minute, Zhang Dahu immediately began to tremble all over, yet his limbs were all tied to the chair, and he could not break free.

The plainclothes officer grabbed Zhang Dahu's hand and used both hands to suddenly press down on Zhang Dahu's bent thumb nails.

After pressing, he quickly withdrew his hands. Zhang Dahu struggled violently, threw off the handkerchief on his face, his veins instantly bulging, and he suddenly fell to the ground, rolling.

Bai Shibin took out a pack of cigarettes, placed it on the table, and smoked while quietly enjoying the scene: "Take one yourself."

The two plainclothes officers stood together to light their cigarettes, watching Zhang Dahu rolling on the ground. The one who had just acted said: "Hey, stop playing dead. Such a big case, can you carry it?"

Zhang Dahu rolled for a long time; although his face was covered in sweat from the pain, his expression was a strange smile: "Thank you, Sir."

"Bring out the tiger bench."

There was no expression on Bai Shibin's cold face.

The two plainclothes officers smoked their cigarettes and stepped forward to straighten Zhang Dahu up...

Half an hour later, all methods of torture and forced confession had been exhausted, but Zhang Dahu still hadn't cracked, and his entire body was covered in blood.

The plainclothes officer who had done the hitting said to Bai Shibin: "Bai SIR, if we keep torturing him, he'll die. Could it really be just a car accident?"

"Even if it is real, we must make him testify falsely in court; someone bought his silence." Bai Shibin shook his head and said.

"Look, Zhang Dahu, you have no father, no mother, no wife, and no children. Your life is so miserable, our Sir won't make things difficult for you. As long as you agree to sign and press your fingerprint on this confession in my hand, and agree to say what I taught you when you appear in court, I guarantee you'll be fine, and I'll even hire a Lawyer to help you." Bai Shibin said to Zhang Dahu: "If you don't agree, then we'll play slowly."

"Alright, I like playing games with people the most."

Zhang Dahu spat out a mouthful of blood, revealed his bloody teeth, and grinned.

As a Young Demon Slave, it was absolutely impossible for him to betray his Big Brother's Big Brother.

After another half hour of torture and forced confession, Zhang Dahu passed out.

The plainclothes officer stepped forward, extended two fingers, pressed them against Zhang Dahu's neck to check his pulse, then looked up at Bai Shibin.

"Enough."

"Drag him back, close the case as a traffic accident. Let him recover well, hire a good Lawyer for him, give him a sum of money privately, and then let him go to court."

Bai Shibin shook his head, closed the folder, and stood up.

"Yes, Bai SIR."

The two plainclothes officers stood at attention and saluted.

"After you finish, remember to secretly monitor the Wo Ling Sheng. The Wo Ling Sheng is about to hold an election. It is the Big Sir's order that we must obtain the Dragon Head Staff this time."

After speaking, Bai Shibin left the interrogation room.

The judgment of the Anti-Triad Unit's top man, Hu Zhuoren, was not wrong; although Hong Kong appeared peaceful on the surface at this time, it was actually surging with undercurrents.

(End of this chapter)