Chapter 113: Gun Permits Are Hard to Get

Ah Mo, do you need me to get you out this time? Huang Bingyao came in and immediately fawned over him.

No need, I'm just here to cooperate with the investigation. Once my lawyer arrives I can leave. If you have something to say, just say it straight.

Offering favors for no reason means either treachery or theft.

Chen Mo saw Huang Bingyao's look and knew he had no good intentions, so he completely refused to engage.

Huh? The Liu Yaozu matter couldn't possibly not be you, right? Huang Bingyao wore an expression of "you can't hide it from me."

Damn, what do you mean? Chen Mo glared at Huang Bingyao hard, his attitude firm: "The Liu Yaozu matter definitely wasn't me; you don't need to try to get information out of me here."

Although anyone with common sense could guess Chen Mo killed Liu Yaozo, in fact it really was Chen Mo who killed him.

But Chen Mo wouldn't take advantage of a situation, and the police also have no evidence.

Chen Mo isn't worried about Huang Bingyao arresting him; he's simply annoyed by Huang Bingyao's nagging.

Of course, Huang Bingyao didn't believe Chen Mo's excuses at all: 'Tch, who'd believe you saying it wasn't you? He's just a businessman; besides you messing with his girlfriend, he has no enemies—who else would cause him trouble?'

Chen Mo gave Huang Bingyao a look as if he were an idiot.

Do you really not know, or are you just messing with me here? Liu Yaozu runs a gambling house—how could he have no enemies? Maybe someone lost big at his casino, got ruthless, and took him out!

Huh? A gambling house? Huang Bingyao was somewhat surprised hearing Chen Mo's words, then eagerly pressed: "Is he really running a gambling house? Where is it?"

Of course it's at his club in Mong Kok—you wouldn't really not know, would you? Haven't you police found anything about it?

Chen Mo truly hadn't expected Huang Bingyao to react like this—could Liu Yaozo's casino secrecy be that good?

Ah Mo, you truly are my dearest younger brother—you've done me a huge favor this time.

No, explain the situation clearly to me! Huang Bingyao's words left Chen Mo completely bewildered.

I just got transferred here, after all—I originally wanted to get some info from you and crack a case. Now it's fine; in a moment I'll directly take down Liu Yaozo's gambling house, which can at least count as some merit.

Let's see who still dares say I got this position by luck—I'm purely relying on ability!

Huang Bingyao's speech unknowingly became much tougher.

Chen Mo silently scorned from the side: 'You damn well are relying on me!'

Suddenly Chen Mo felt a shift, leaned in, and said: 'Inspector Huang, help me out—how about I get you another big merit?'

How big a merit?

Upon hearing there was merit, Huang Bingyao perked up like a cat smelling fish and immediately leaned in.

Help you take down the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui—how about that?

Chen Mo directly threw out a bombshell.

What?!

Huang Bingyao nearly jumped up.

Keep it down! Chen Mo quickly grabbed Huang Bingyao, "We haven't even gotten started—why are you so excited?"

You can really take down the Ni family? Huang Bingyao's face full of disbelief.

The Ni family is deeply entrenched in Tsim Sha Tsui; after the Dong Xing gang was suppressed a few years ago, they became the largest drug trafficking operation on Gangdao.

The Mong Kok police station has been watching the Ni family for years, wanting to take them down, but has made no progress.

Now Chen Mo says he wants to take down the Ni family; Huang Bingyao thinks no matter how he looks at it, Chen Mo is just messing with him.

Chen Mo gave a hehe laugh: 'Whether it can be done depends on your sincerity.'

What do you want me to help you with?

If Chen Mo could really help him take down the Ni family, he'd agree to any favor Chen Mo asked.

Chen Mo lowered his head, leaned to Huang Bingyao's ear, and whispered: 'I want to open a security company; help me get a batch of gun permits.'

Damn! You're dreaming! Huang Bingyao snapped after hearing it: 'You don't know how hard gun permits are to get? And a batch? I can at most help you get one.'

Chen Mo shook his head: 'One isn't enough; I'm opening a security company, not for personal use—I need at least three hundred.'

Chen Mo knew gun permits were hard to get, so he opened with a lion's mouth, waiting for Huang Bingyao to haggle and counter.

Unexpectedly, Huang Bingyao had no intention to haggle and simply refused: 'Impossible, I don't have that kind of ability.'

Across Gangdao, the total number of security companies eligible to apply for gun permits is just a handful, all backed by foreigners behind the scenes.

If you don't have a foreigner's background, even if you open a security company it's useless—you can't get a single permit.

Chen Mo furrowed his brows; it seemed he had underestimated the matter.

Is there any other way?

No anyway, at most I'll swallow my pride and, under the guise of an undercover, help you apply for one—take it or leave it.

As for the rest, unless you can settle those high-ups at the Police Headquarters.

Fine, then I'll consider it unsaid.

Chen Mo's gun has always been kept in his space; whether he has a gun permit makes no difference to him.

He wanted to apply for a gun permit for his subordinate veterans, so they could work more conveniently.

But if obtaining gun permits requires first settling the high-ups of the Gangdao Police Headquarters, then the cost would be considerable.

The Police Headquarters high-ups aren't like the inspectors and superintendents at the lower stations; they're not so easy to bribe.

Seeing Chen Mo no longer mention gun permits, Huang Bingyao got a bit anxious: 'Then what about the Ni family matter?'

It depends on my mood; we'll talk when there's news!

Since Huang Bingyao can't secure gun permits, Chen Mo also couldn't be bothered to keep joking with him.

As for the Ni family side, it's still primarily about his own interests.

If convenient, we could drag Huang Bingyao in; who knows, we might even get him appointed to a senior commission level.

We're half‑brothers, after all—don't lie to me!

Don't worry, hurry up and go—I'm still waiting for my lawyer!

After Huang Bingyao left, Chen Mo began to ponder the gun permit matter.

If the proper channels won't work, I'll have to resort to underhanded methods, do something a bit crooked.

Fortunately, this matter isn't urgent, so we can think of a solution slowly.

Not long after, Liang Xiaorou came in with a stern face to pass on the message: "Mr. Chen, your lawyer has arrived; you may leave."

Chen Mo glanced at his watch; he had been at the police station for over an hour.

Chen Mo stood up and walked out, still mocking: "Madam Liang, as a probationary inspector you should study well and strive to become full‑fledged. The Royal Police Force isn't supposed to be done this way."

You've wasted over an hour of my time today, causing me to lose a lot of money.

But I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you—just be careful, or I'll file a complaint against you next time.

Although Chen Mo quite likes the capable, sharp, and spirited Liang Xiaorou from the story, the one before him now has only looks, no brains.

Chen Mo currently feels no interest in her at all, unless she takes the initiative.

As soon as he entered the police station lobby, Chen Mo saw Sandy with a cold face.

When she got Ruby's call, she still thought Chen Mo had really been arrested, and she came over quite anxiously.

She didn't expect that upon arriving at the police station she'd find it wasn't like that, and now she's angry.

"Sandy, long time no see."

"Mr. Chen, I'm a senior lawyer; from now on please don't waste my time. If this happens again, I'll have someone else from the firm handle it."

"Who made you unwilling to see me? I can only resort to this method."

Liang Xiaorou beside them said: "Can you two wait until I leave before flirting and arguing?"