Chapter 39: Lure the Tiger Away from the Mountain

In Huang Zhicheng's view, Wang Bao must have been attacked by a group of armed thugs during a transaction with drug dealers; the thugs had simply stolen the money but left the laundry powder behind.

This move was quite intriguing.

One must know that such a large batch of goods was worth at least 100 million in market value on Hong Kong Island!

Therefore, it was basically not done by any Hong Kong triad society.

Excluding Hong Kong societies, who else on Hong Kong Island had the strength to finish off Wang Bao in such a short time?

It was very likely the Daquan Gang!

It was just that his speculation had been wrong from the start, so it was destined to be in vain.

……

Hennessy Road.

Lao E returned to the turf with his brothers, and he showed a respectful smile to Dumu: "Master, it's done!"

Dumu was expressionless; he only did things to earn Universe Coin:

"Prepare to act!"

"Move out!"

In an instant, the entire Wanchai and Causeway Bay were filled with tension and alarm.

Yudan Qiang, who had been planted by Wang Bao near Hennessy Road to keep watch, immediately called a small leader under Wang Bao: "Brother Heiniu! Liangzai Jun's subordinates Dumu and Lao E have gathered their men; they are going to cross the line tonight!"

"A bunch of bastards, they really dare to come and seek death!" Heiniu showed a ferocious expression, immediately hung up the phone, and called Wang Bao. It took a long while before it connected: "Bao Ye! I am Heiniu, have you returned yet!"

"I am Huang Zhicheng of the West Kowloon Anti-Triad Unit; Wang Bao is already dead," Huang Zhicheng said as he picked up the phone.

"Who are you? What kind of joke is this?" Heiniu's tone trembled.

"Not joking. Are you Heiniu? Beep beep beep..."

Heiniu hung up the phone and dialed another number, which was also answered quickly: "Hello, A Ji! What is your situation?!"

"I am Huang Zhicheng. Not joking; Wang Bao and his men all died at Chaguoling," Huang Zhicheng said in an unhurried tone.

"Beep beep beep~~~"

Hanging up the phone again, endless fear surged into Heiniu's heart. Just then, there was a loud clattering sound downstairs.

"Hung Hing Dumu is here to work! All bystanders, get the hell out of my way!"

Heiniu immediately opened the window and saw that the street below was already packed; one by one, fierce-looking, sturdy, and muscular men were swarming toward this place!

Dumu had gathered two hundred men and had already slaughtered his way over!

With a scene like this, what the hell was he staying for? Waiting to mourn for Wang Bao?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly opened the drawer, put several stacks of Hong Kong banknotes into his pocket, and then grabbed a Machete and rushed downstairs: "Hung Hing's people have slaughtered their way over, notify the brothers to fight!"

Several subordinates received the order and immediately ran downstairs.

He took advantage of this time to run as far as he could.

At this time, Chen Guozhong, who was at Chaguoling, received the news and wanted to return to Wanchai, but it was beyond his reach.

Looking at Wang Bao's corpse, Chen Guozhong laughed out loud and even clapped on the spot.

Two years ago, he was diagnosed with brain cancer, his future was bleak, and the Undercover he had planted beside Wang Bao were killed one by one, while his own methods of operation began to become increasingly intense.

Unexpectedly, Wang Bao was lying on the ground at this moment, completely devoid of life. Ironically, there were several crates of harmful laundry powder beside him.

……

Looking down from above, the entire Wanchai was in chaos at this moment.

Two hundred demon-spawn slaves fighting four or five hundred of Wang Bao's underlings did not fall behind in the slightest.

No, not just not falling behind; it should be called a crushing victory.

A demon-spawn slave, let alone one against ten, when it truly erupted, as long as the opponent had no firearms, it could kill as many as it wanted—a pure killing machine!

Because he couldn't use guns, Dumu felt unsatisfied swinging one punch at a time, so he directly grabbed a street lamp with both hands and performed a "Lu Zhishen uproots the weeping willow," actually pulling the street lamp up by force to use as a weapon!

He swung it fiercely!

Wang Bao's gang members flew away like wheat stalks. Dumu stood tall with his weapon and roared: "Bastards! Pay up!"

It was unclear whether this shout was directed at these underlings of Wang Bao or at Chen Jiajun.

At first, Wang Bao's underlings could still block a bit, but after fighting for a while, they realized something was wrong; these people were human tanks that simply couldn't be moved!

Moreover, they were bloody and cruel, practically like demons, and they couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

The entire situation was completely one-sided!

Taking advantage of the chaotic situation, many people couldn't take it anymore and snuck away. Seeing this, Wang Bao's leaderless underlings collapsed like a mountain and fled wildly in all directions.

Dumu did not pursue them deep, called a halt to the demon-spawn slaves who were blinded by bloodlust, and began to clean up the scene.

As of 3:30 AM, the demon-spawn slaves had already controlled all of Wang Bao's territory and cleaned up the aftermath.

……

"Brilliant!"

"This 'lure the tiger away from the mountain' strategy of yours has really opened my eyes."

At the Wanchai Police Station, Chen Guozhong walked into the Interrogation Room while clapping.

And Chen Jiajun, inside the Interrogation Room, was holding a newspaper, having sat there from morning until 4:00 AM, as steady as Mount Tai.

Hearing Chen Guozhong's voice, Chen Jiajun raised his head calmly without speaking.

"Still playing dumb in front of me?" Chen Guozhong leaned his hands on the interrogation table and leaned down to look at Chen Jiajun: "You must be very proud right now; your people finished off Wang Bao and even took over all of Wang Bao's territory."

"Once the sun rises, you will be famous throughout Hong Kong and Kowloon! Jiang Tiansheng will have no reason to block your rise."

"Your scheme is truly excellent. You finished off all of Wang Bao's elites in one go, stole the money, but left only that batch of laundry powder, making our police force mistakenly believe it was the Daquan Gang, causing us to mobilize everyone to the New Territories only to return empty-handed."

"Then, you took the opportunity to arrange for Dumu to take over Wang Bao's territory."

"And as the mastermind, you are here at the Police Station, with us police providing you with an alibi—tsk tsk!"

Chen Jiajun chuckled softly: "Inspector Chen, did you become a Senior Inspector by relying on guessing to solve cases? I have to say, your imagination is truly impressive; the story is quite brilliant."

Chen Guozhong stared into his eyes:

"Heh."

"Although you are acting very smug!"

"You did a very good job; thank you for ridding all of Hong Kong of a scourge."

Chen Jiajun shook his head and gave a bitter smile: "It really has nothing to do with me. I spent the whole day eating boxed lunches at the Police Station; you mustn't frame me."

"That's enough. Since Wang Bao is already dead, you can go. There's no need to have your men bring a Lawyer over." Chen Guozhong propped himself up, not caring that Chen Jiajun continued to play dumb; after all, he didn't have many days left to live, and his only wish had been to eliminate Wang Bao.

Now that the wish was fulfilled, his entire being felt completely relaxed.

"I won't treat you to morning tea. Let's go, I'll drive you a part of the way." Chen Guozhong took out his car keys.

In the car.

Chen Guozhong handed Chen Jiajun a cigarette, lit one for himself, and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke: "A Jun, your men have already taken over Wang Bao's territory."

Chen Jiajun smoked in silence, saying nothing.

Having undergone Undercover training, he was highly vigilant. Although he could have easily admitted to it—since there was no evidence anyway—he feared the trouble.

"A Jun, I am an Inspector about to retire. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for ridding Hong Kong of a scourge."

"But you must never get cocky, and you must never follow in Wang Bao's footsteps."

"You must remember, whether it's me or my team of brothers, we will always be watching you!"

Chen Jiajun laughed: "Are your eyes dry?"

Chen Guozhong gripped the steering wheel with both hands, shook his head, and a faint, imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

(End of chapter)