Chapter 304: 305. Chapter 305: The Crossroads (Part II)

305. Chapter 305: The Crossroads (Part II)

"Boss, that financial manager of Rao Tiansong's was taken out by someone last night while being escorted back by the Commercial Crime Bureau." Early in the morning, Ya Qi brought the news to Chen Jiajun's office.

"Taken out?" Chen Jiajun immediately revealed a strange smile: "How was he taken out?"

"It must have been a hired assassin; a long-distance shot hit his heart, and there was no saving him at all." Ya Qi said with a smile: "This assassin's skill is quite good. To be able to kill someone inside a vehicle on a high-speed highway, he must be a top-tier expert. It seems Rao Tiansong must have spent a large sum of money."

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said: "It really was a blunder. He thought that by taking out the star witness he could safely get through this, completely unaware that he was trampling the faces of the Commercial Crime Bureau police into the ground. Just watch. For the next period of time, these Commercial Crime Bureau police will definitely chase him and bite him like a Mad Dog."

Ya Qi said somewhat strangely: "This is almost an unsolvable situation, right?"

"Who says?" Chen Jiajun curled his lips in disdain and said: "A truly smart person wouldn't go after this star witness, but would instead start with the people around this guy. If done well, making this star witness recant in court wouldn't be a problem at all; why would there be any need for such a grand, public display?"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's method, Ya Qi scratched his head a bit.

After all, such a complex method was not something he could understand in a short while.

Chen Jiajun also saw Ya Qi's confusion, waved his hand, and said: "Let's not talk about this. Do those people behind Rao Tiansong have any movements?"

Ya Qi shook his head and said: "There don't seem to be any movements for the moment, but I discovered that some strange guys have appeared around Rao Tiansong's son recently; perhaps they were sent by the people behind Rao Tiansong to tail him."

"Oh? Not bad." Chen Jiajun sneered and said: "If Rao Tiansong can't come up with the money when the time comes, this kid is going to be in trouble. But that's not something we need to worry about. Find some government people to pressure the Department of Justice to keep Rao Tiansong's money frozen for a bit longer; then I'll see if he can drain the money from Lu Guo Group."

"Understood, Boss." Ya Qi nodded and went to handle the matter.

Meanwhile, Chen Jiajun also looked over some development plans faxed over from Huo Yingnan.

Although this move was completely unnecessary. After all, when it comes to real estate, they are the professionals; sending it to Chen Jiajun was merely out of respect for this business partner.

Now it is not just Rao Tiansong who has a headache; the police side has the same headache.

The news that the star witness was shot to death while being escorted leaked out immediately.

Now many Hong Kong citizens are questioning the capabilities of the police.

This caused the Commercial Crime Bureau to lose face in a big way.

Now it's great; not only is the case impossible to investigate, but they also have to face the cold stares of their colleagues when they return to the Police Station.

Under pressure from public opinion, the police had no choice but to hold a press conference.

And sitting in the center seat was the head of the Commercial Crime Bureau.

With a serious face, he read from the script: "At 3:20 this morning, a suspect named Hong Zhiwen, suspected of money laundering, was shot and killed while being extradited from Singapore back to Hong Kong."

After explaining the situation, a Reporter in the audience asked impatiently: "May I ask why the killer was able to predict which flight the police were using to escort the prisoner back?"

"Yes. Please explain." Someone started asking, and the Reporters in the audience followed one by one.

"Regarding this question, the police are currently investigating; as soon as there is news, we will notify all our media friends." Regarding this point, the police internally all had their suspicions.

Whether it was someone among them who sold this information out.

However, in front of the media, they still used the official script to brush it off.

After the press conference dispersed, the head of the Commercial Crime Bureau asked his subordinate: "Where is Sun Zhaoren?"

"He is currently undergoing an investigation by the Internal Affairs Division." The subordinate shook his head and said: "Boss, Old Sun was the face of our Police Station before; he definitely wouldn't do such a thing. He himself was almost taken out by the assassin, too. Investigating Old Sun now makes no sense."

"The face?" The head sneered in disdain: "That's how many years ago? Look at him now; where does he look like a policeman? He is completely a paranoid."

After speaking, the head of the Commercial Crime Bureau stood up directly and left in a foul mood.

Because Sun Zhaoren failed to protect the witness, the entire department had to take the blame.

Moreover, this case has now been taken over by colleagues from the Serious Crimes Unit, which is nothing more than the higher-ups not being optimistic about their ability to solve the case.

This bitter pill can only be swallowed whole.

It would be strange if the head of the Commercial Crime Bureau had a pleasant look on his face.

And the protagonist of this incident, Sergeant Sun Zhaoren, was also undergoing an investigation by the Internal Affairs Division.

Those questions being asked over and over again had long since made this guy extremely impatient.

After arguing for a few sentences, he used a bathroom break to leave the Interrogation Room and then found a familiar colleague to help him continue the investigation.

After all, the person died in his hands, and he was also very unwilling to let it go.

After finishing with the investigation, Sun Zhaoren found what he wanted.

He drove directly to Rao Tiansong's company, waiting for this guy to come downstairs.

Once the person arrived, he rushed over directly.

"What are you doing? Stop."

Rao Tiansong was followed by several bodyguards; seeing Sun Zhaoren walking over aggressively, they immediately moved to block him.

But Sun Zhaoren, who had already lost his cool, ignored them and started fighting with these bodyguards.

It must be said that as a Police Constable, Sun Zhaoren's skills were still quite good; dealing with two or three bodyguards was no problem.

Unfortunately, there were as many as six bodyguards around Rao Tiansong, and there was also a Lawyer nearby who had taken out a DV to record the scene.

Seeing the DV, Sun Zhaoren sobered up a bit and spread his hands, looking at Rao Tiansong.

Rao Tiansong said with an unchanging expression: "This Police Constable, do you have a warrant? If not, then please excuse me."

After speaking, Rao Tiansong ignored this guy and got directly into his luxury car.

After Rao Tiansong left, the Lawyer on the side, Du Housheng, said faintly: "You are a policeman; you should know the rules."

"Who are you?" Sun Zhaoren said coldly.

"I am Mr. Rao's Lawyer, Du Housheng." Du Housheng smiled and said to Sun Zhaoren: "Before doing anything, it's better to think clearly."

In Rao Tiansong's car, he had already guessed why this policeman had come to find him in such a rage.

However, Rao Tiansong didn't care; he was just a small Police Constable, a minor character in his eyes.

Just on his own, he couldn't threaten him.

And he only needed to file a complaint with the Police Station to make the other party lose his job.

Just as Rao Tiansong was pondering, the Satellite Phone suddenly rang.

The bodyguard on the side handed the phone to him and said: "Mr. Zhan wants to speak with you."

"Hello, what good news do you have?" Zhan Baida asked directly as soon as he picked up the phone.

Rao Tiansong said helplessly, "It's almost there, give me a few more days."

"A few days?" Zhan Baida said suspiciously, "How many days?"

"Rest assured. The matter hasn't been resolved yet, I'm more nervous than you are," Rao Tiansong said very seriously.

He knew what kind of people were behind this, true desperadoes; if this matter really couldn't be settled, his trouble would be huge.

So when he said he was nervous, it wasn't just empty talk.

Unfortunately, Zhan Baida didn't believe it at all, laughing as he said, "You're nervous? I don't think so. I saw the entertainment headlines yesterday, and I saw you on camera too, grinning from ear to ear while holding your son."

Hearing Zhan Baida mention his son, Rao Tiansong immediately became nervous.

However, it wasn't time to burn bridges yet, so he forced a smile and said, "No need to look at the entertainment section tomorrow, look at the Hong Kong news. You'll be a bit happier."

"How can I not look? I'm a fan of your son. I've even been tailing him; I know exactly where he plays every day and what drugs he's taken. I'm better than the paparazzi." Zhan Baida's threat was very clear.

At this, the smile on Rao Tiansong's face vanished, and he said with a gloomy expression, "My son's music isn't for you, and I can get done what I promised you. But there's a traffic jam on the road, and I don't want that either."

"What traffic jam? If there's a jam, just turn around," Zhan Baida said irritably and hung up the phone directly.

Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Rao Tiansong's expression became even gloomier.

On Sunday, Chen Jiajun took Lu Yongyu back home for a visit.

After all, he had promised Lu Hantao he would come back to see him, so he planned to rest in the New Territories for the day.

It happened to be the day the village was celebrating the Mazu festival, so the scene was extremely lively.

As the village elder, Lu Hantao had even specially prepared a Poon Choi Feast to host his friends and family.

Of course, Chen Jiajun's arrival was an unexpected delight, and it could be said that it gave Lu Hantao a massive boost in face.

Even the gentry of the New Territories came over one by one to toast Lu Hantao, a level of courtesy Lu Hantao had never enjoyed before.

Chen Jiajun sat helplessly by his side to accompany him; after all, he was the son-in-law Lu Hantao had acknowledged.

Just as the lively celebration was underway, Bai Lu walked over and whispered to Chen Jiajun, "Boss, Mo Yilie of the Yee Fung has already returned to Hong Kong."

Chen Jiajun was stunned for a moment: "When did this happen?"

"It seems it was yesterday. This guy came back secretly and was very low-key. Aside from the police in the Information Division, I reckon not many people know," Bai Lu said calmly.

Chen Jiajun sneered: "I didn't expect the police to know this news too. It seems there's an undercover agent around this guy Mo Yilie."

"I suspect so too," Bai Lu nodded and said, "But there are rumors he went to Thailand to negotiate a big deal, yet I haven't seen this guy transport any goods back."

"Kunsha himself has been driven out of Thailand; the person Mo Yilie is dealing with is definitely not Kunsha," Chen Jiajun shook his head and said: "Notify Lao E's side to keep an eye on what this guy wants to do. Report to me at any time."

Chen Jiajun rubbed his brow with some fatigue; this dual-track operation really wasn't that easy to play.

The bigger the plate, the more things there naturally were to worry about.

For example, Kunsha, who had always been at odds with him; Chen Jiajun clearly wouldn't let him off so easily.

A person like him was just like a disgusting poisonous snake.

You never know where he's hiding, waiting to jump out and bite you.

So Chen Jiajun had been looking for an opportunity to kill him.

However, that bastard Kunsha was a drug lord to begin with, and there were no shortage of people in the world who wanted his life.

So he stayed with his troops almost all day long, never giving Chen Jiajun a chance to strike.

Helpless, Chen Jiajun could only constantly attack his business, provoking the bastard to see if he would reveal a flaw.

Bai Lu nodded and turned to call Lao E.

Now, all of Chen Jiajun's subordinates had their own affairs to handle.

Ya Qi was in charge of the Information Department under Chen Jiajun.

Lao E was mainly responsible for the Hung Hing and the Security Company, while also serving as Chen Jiajun's hitman.

Dumu, Lao E, and Ao En managed affairs in Brunei, while Bai Lu followed him as a bodyguard.

In this way, the manpower in Chen Jiajun's hands was clearly insufficient, and there weren't enough people who could handle things on their own.

Just as Chen Jiajun was thinking, Lu Yongyu walked over, sat in Chen Jiajun's lap looking unhappy, and complained: "Are you here to accompany me to have fun or to work? You've been absent-minded all day."

Chen Jiajun pinched Lu Yongyu's nose and said: "No choice, things have been too busy lately, and I have to solve your father's problem, otherwise your Lu family is going to be in trouble."

"Is it very troublesome?" Lu Yongyu said softly: "Dad told me about this, it looks like you're quite angry."

"I'm not angry at the old man, it's just that the person your father found has a very troublesome background," Chen Jiajun said quite helplessly: "These people are mostly arms dealers and drug traffickers from all over Asia, and the money in their hands is illicit, so they set up this investment company to launder money."

"If something really happens and the police investigate it, do you think the Lu Guo Group can get away?"

Lu Yongyu hadn't expected the matter to be so serious, and said indignantly: "Dad is really something, cooperating with just anyone."

"He's an old man, it's hard to avoid meeting the wrong people sometimes. Go help me explain it to your dad; he's thin-skinned," Chen Jiajun patted Lu Yongyu's head and said.

While Chen Jiajun was handling matters in the New Territories, a situation arose on Rao Tiansong's side.

Early in the morning, Rao Tiansong took his Lawyer, Du Housheng, to the Police Station to file a report.

Because the night before last, his son Rao Xia had been partying on a yacht with friends and had gone missing for no reason.

"When was the last time you saw your son?"

An inspector from the Serious Crimes Unit at the Police Station received Rao Tiansong and the others. After both sides explained the situation, the inspector from the Serious Crimes Unit began to ask questions.

"Friday, he was coming home for dinner." Rao Tiansong wasn't himself right now; his mind kept replaying the threat from Zhan Baida that day.

If his son was missing, it was highly likely that the other party had done it.

After all, as mentioned before, the people behind them were all desperadoes.

"Don't you live together?" the inspector asked again.

"He's been staying overnight on the yacht recently." Rao Tiansong lit a cigarette irritably.

"Is there anyone who wants to harm you?"

The inspector asked several more questions in a row, finally annoying Rao Tiansong.

Rao Tiansong said coldly, "Commercial Crime Bureau."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat tense.

Everyone knew that the matter of the star witness being killed was in all likelihood done by people Rao Tiansong had hired.

Recently, the Commercial Crime Bureau had been biting at his heels and refusing to let go.

However, while this kind of thing was a fact, it could not be brought out into the open to be discussed.

Du Housheng came out at this moment to smooth things over, saying, "Xia Xiansheng has been missing for over forty-eight hours; as a father, his mood must certainly not be very good, and I hope everyone can be understanding."

With Du Housheng smoothing things over, or rather, providing a way to step down, the Inspector from the Serious Crimes Unit also softened his expression: "Mr. Rao, these are all routine questions. The more information you provide us, the faster we can help you find your son. If you agree, I will arrange for colleagues to monitor all the phones in your home, because the chance of a kidnapping is quite high."

Rao Tiansong was now as troubled as a tangled mess of hemp, and having no other choice, he could only nod in agreement.

After returning home, Rao Tiansong still complained to Du Housheng, "Monitoring, monitoring—the police have long since been monitoring the phones in my house. Is there any news? When can my money be unfrozen?"

"Rest assured. In another eight or ten days, they won't have any excuse to drag it out any longer," Du Housheng said with a smile.

"Eight or ten days?" Rao Tiansong said quite agitatedly, "How am I supposed to get through these eight or ten days? My son..."

Speaking up to this point, Rao Tiansong seemed to realize something and immediately shut his mouth. (End of chapter)