Chapter 457

The police force's movements were clearly aimed at him.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu: "Are you sure it's the Operations Department?"

Gao Gang: "Yes."

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu thought for a moment and said to Gao Gang: "Send someone to notify Thirteen Sister, tell her what's going on... Oh, and remember to notify Han Bin."

As for what Thirteen Sister and Han Bin would choose to do, Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu wouldn't interfere.

After thinking it over, Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu felt that wasn't enough: "Go and notify Jiang Sheng, Brother B, and the others, one by one..."

Gao Gang: "Yes, Brother Zu."

……

Portland Street.

Wild Rose Nightclub.

A private room.

Thirteen Sister, with her short, sharp hair and wearing a suit, had her arm around a woman, leisurely sipping her drink.

Just then, a Hong Xing lackey found her and delivered Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's message.

"What?"

The hand Thirteen Sister had draped over the woman's shoulder stiffened instantly, the leisure in her eyes replaced by vigilance.

She sat up straight, shoved the woman aside, and slammed her glass onto the table with a sharp 'bang'.

"Everyone, get out!"

Soon,

the room was cleared.

"Fatty Hui!"

"Boss, what are your orders?" Fatty Hui walked in.

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Thirteen Sister's eyes: "The police are targeting Portland Street. I suspect there's a mole inside. Go and investigate which of our underlings has been acting too eager lately, and keep an eye on the new recruits—especially the ones who are trying too hard to stand out."

Fatty Hui's expression turned serious: "Understood, Thirteen Sister. I'll get right on it."

With that, he turned and hurried out of the room.

At this moment, the lackey Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu had sent stepped forward: "Thirteen Sister, Brother Zu said this is a conflict between him and the Governor, so you should try to stay out of Hong Kong for a while. If it's convenient, going to San Francisco for a vacation would be for the best."

Thirteen Sister thought for a moment and nodded: "Alright!"

She understood in her heart that Brother Zu was looking out for her.

Since she enjoyed the benefits Brother Zu brought, she had to bear the enemies he attracted.

This was choosing a side; it was unavoidable.

She said to the lackey, "Go back and tell Brother Zu that I thank him for his kindness."

After the lackey left, Thirteen Sister took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She knew very well that with Governor Chris Patten holding supreme power, she wasn't even an ant in his eyes.

After weighing her options, she decided to avoid the brunt of the storm.

She quickly drove to find her boyfriend, Han Bin.

Before long, she met Han Bin.

Han Bin: "Brother Zu notified me too. The police want to mess with us; what do you plan to do?"

"I'm going out to hide for a while and avoid the wind," Thirteen Sister said.

"I'm going to hide too." There wouldn't be any turmoil in the Hong Kong underworld now, and with him gone, no one would dare touch his territory.

As for the smuggling business, he had already thought about scaling it back, so it wouldn't affect the big picture.

"Then let's go together."

"Alright!"

In less than two hours, Thirteen Sister and Han Bin took a boat out of Hong Kong to Macau, then caught a flight to the United States.

……

On the other side,

Jiang Sheng, Brother B, Chan Ho Nam, and the others also received Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's message, but since they had all turned to legitimate businesses, they were relatively calm.

Still, they instructed their underlings to be vigilant against being framed.

Especially against someone planting drugs on them; if the police came to search, they would be as wronged as Dou E.

……

In the afternoon,

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu arrived in North Point to inspect Fatty Li's printing factory.

The roar of the machines in the factory was incessant, and the scent of paper and ink filled the air.

They were currently printing "If National Treasures Could Talk"!

The printing presses were running so hard they were practically throwing sparks.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu then spoke to Fatty Li about the Governor and reminded him to be careful.

When he left North Point, the sunset had already dyed the sky a deep orange-red.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu sat in the back seat with Fang Ting. His gaze passed through the window, watching the bustling crowd on the street, his mind still pondering Chris Patten's retaliation.

He knew the Governor would retaliate, but targeting Hong Xing now gave him a headache.

It felt like: "If you can't beat the adult, you go and bully the children."

The car drove steadily toward Causeway Bay.

Suddenly,

*Screech—*

The car lurched forward, then quickly stabilized.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu instinctively reached out his arm, pulling Fang Ting tightly into his embrace to protect her from being thrown by the inertia.

"Xi Gui, what's going on?"

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's voice was filled with vigilance as he quickly turned his gaze from Fang Ting to the driver's seat.

Xi Gui still had his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.

"Brother Zu, ahead..."

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a woman standing quietly in the middle of the road.

She was slight, wearing a loose maternity dress, her belly heavily distended, clearly far along in her pregnancy.

Her head was bowed, staring blankly at her protruding belly.

Blood was slowly seeping from her belly, staining the clothes around it—a shocking sight.

(Officer Wen Fang's pregnant wife from "Fire of Conscience")

(I wanted to include a photo, but the screenshot was too terrifying, so I didn't dare.)

……

Two minutes ago.

On a crowded bus.

Wen Fang's wife stood cautiously in a corner of the carriage, her hand gently shielding her heavily distended belly, her face filled with the gentle anticipation of a mother-to-be.

She and Wen Fang were very much in love, but fate was unpredictable; she had miscarried her first pregnancy, and now that she was finally pregnant again, the doctor had suggested terminating it due to uterine fibroids.

But after asking the doctor, she learned that if she miscarried this one, it would be nearly impossible for her to conceive again.

So she insisted on giving birth.

Wen Fang had naturally tried to persuade her otherwise, but she wanted them to have a child.

Besides, her mother-in-law had been looking forward to a grandson, hoarding ginger and eggs every day to make "pig trotter ginger vinegar."

This was a classic southern confinement tonic (I'm not sure if they have it in the north).

At this moment...

The bus swayed as it drove, and every jolt made her instinctively grip the handrail tighter.

Soon,

she reached her stop.

Suddenly,

she caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure out of the corner of her eye.

A scrawny man was reaching into a passenger's bag, trying to steal their wallet.

Wen Fang's wife was startled, her kindness and sense of justice leaving her no time to think: "Watch out, there's a pickpocket!"

Her voice sounded exceptionally abrupt in the noisy carriage.

The bald thief wearing a wig froze, turned his head, and glared at her, embarrassed and angry.

He ducked into the crowd, trying to hide.

But Wen Fang's wife was too kind: "Catch him, he's a thief!"

She chased after him and grabbed his hair, but ended up pulling off his wig.

The thief revealed his bald head.

He glared at her and pulled out a sharp knife.

*Whoosh—*

The carriage cleared out in all directions.

Wen Fang's wife felt a bit of fear now.

Just then, the bus arrived at the stop.

She got off quickly.

The bus doors closed and it drove on, but the thief, furious, threatened the driver with the knife to open the doors. The driver complied, and the thief got off.

Just as she reached the middle of the road, the thief suddenly rushed up and stabbed her in the belly with the dagger without hesitation.

Wen Fang's wife's eyes widened, her face filled with shock and disbelief. She looked down at her belly, her hands instinctively covering the wound, trying to stop the blood from gushing out.

After succeeding, the thief turned and vanished into the crowd.

Wen Fang's wife stood alone and helpless in the middle of the road.

Dazed, she watched the blood seep through her fingers, quickly staining her loose maternity dress.

Then came the panic; tears streamed down her face, and her body swayed as if she were about to collapse.

The surrounding citizens screamed in terror.

"Call for help!"

Some citizens rushed over to save her.

But Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu was the fastest. Just as she was about to fall, he caught her.

He held her.

Then he threw a "Life Maintenance Card" onto her.

At this moment, Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu didn't care if the card was precious; saving a life was the priority.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu carried the pregnant woman and ran toward the black Chevrolet at top speed.

"Xi Gui, hurry!"

"Go to Queen Mary Hospital!"

It was the closest hospital, and Queen Mary Hospital had a "medical halo"—perhaps she could be saved.

Xi Gui slammed the clutch and throttle... the car sped away.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu: "Ah Ting, call Queen Mary Hospital immediately. Tell them the situation, have the best doctors and the operating room ready. Three minutes—they must be ready!"

Fang Ting: "Yes!"

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu quickly took off his jacket and pressed it firmly against the pregnant woman's bleeding belly. At this moment, whether it was the "Life Maintenance Card" or not, the bleeding stopped.

The pregnant woman's breathing remained steady, one hand gripping Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's, still murmuring:

"Save my child..."

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's eyes were slightly red as he gripped her hand tightly, encouraging her:

"You and the child will both be fine, trust me!"

"You must hold on!"

At this moment,

Xi Gui, a master of the underground racing scene, unleashed 120% of his ability, weaving through the congested streets with precision and daring.

Many drivers wanted to curse, but upon seeing the distinctive black Chevrolet, they changed their tune:

"It's Brother Zu's car."

"He must be in a real hurry..."

"I hope Brother Zu is okay..."

Finally, the hospital building appeared in sight.

*Screech—*

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu opened the door and rushed out with the pregnant woman.

He shouted as he ran:

"Doctor! Nurse! Come save her!"

"She's been stabbed, she's pregnant, it's critical!"

Doctors and nurses, already prepared, rushed over with a stretcher, and Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu placed her on it.

The nurses checked her vitals as they pushed the stretcher toward the operating room, and Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu followed closely behind, his clothes stained with her blood, looking somewhat disheveled.

Wherever they passed, patients, families, and medical staff cast surprised glances.

"It's Brother Zu!"

"It's Mr. Guan!"

People around began to whisper.

"What happened?"

"Who is it?"

But they soon understood: Brother Zu had encountered a pregnant woman stabbed on the road and had rushed her to Queen Mary Hospital.

"As expected of Brother Zu!"

"Brother Zu is a good man!"

The citizens expressed their sincere admiration.

Just as the stretcher was about to enter the operating room, Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu threw another "Life Maintenance Card" onto her.

He couldn't worry about wasting them now.

Fang Ting chased after them in her high heels. Seeing Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu in this state, her eyes were filled with heartache:

"Brother Zu, are you okay?"

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu shook his head, swallowing to moisten his throat: "I hope she'll be safe..."

Once he calmed down,

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's eyes turned cold: "Ah Gang, call the property company. Help me find out who that attacker is. To even attack a pregnant woman—damn it, where's their humanity?"

I want him dumped in the sea!

Gao Gang was also furious: "I'll make the call right away!"

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu said to Fang Ting: "Check the bag she left behind for contact information and call her family..."

Fang Ting nodded: "I've already notified them."

……

At the Kwun Tong Police Station,

the Serious Crimes Unit office was brightly lit.

The husband, Wen Fang, was gloomy, dealing with a tricky drug case.

His subordinate, Xiang An (Liao Qi-zhi), was exhausted and irritable: "Boss, the brothers have been working day and night on this case, and Ah Qiang even got hurt, but the higher-ups only care about whether the drug dealers were caught and don't care about the brothers' injuries at all."

Because of this damn job, his wife had run off with someone else.

Thinking about it, he was full of grievances.

Wen Fang was also extremely annoyed: "The people above are all bastards. They only look at results and don't care if we live or die. This damn job is so frustrating!"

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, slamming the table so hard the files shook.

Just then, Wen Fang's phone rang sharply.

He pulled it out impatiently.

"Hello..."

Soon, the words on the other end turned his face deathly pale, and the hand holding the phone began to tremble.

Before the person on the other end could finish, he rushed toward the door like a madman.

Xiang An was startled by his sudden move and chased after him: "Boss, what's wrong? What happened?"

Wen Fang was frantic, running as he shouted: "Something happened to my wife!"

His voice was filled with fear and despair.

He ran all the way to the station entrance, jumped into his car, and sped toward Queen Mary Hospital.

Along the way, he was frantic, unable to stop his tears.

Arriving at the hospital, he parked quickly and rushed out.

"Hey, sir, you can't park here!"

The valet shouted, but Wen Fang didn't care; his heart was only on his wife's safety.

He ran through the hospital, asking everyone he saw for the operating room, knocking things over along the way without stopping to apologize.

When he finally reached the operating room door, he saw Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu standing there, still stained with blood.

He paused for a second, instinctively calling out: "Brother Zu."

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu saw him and felt he looked familiar: "Are you the husband of that pregnant woman?"

Wen Fang: "Yes, Brother Zu, what's the situation?"

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu patted his shoulder and briefly explained what had happened.

Hearing that his wife had been stabbed in the belly on the street and had lost a lot of blood,

*Thump—*

His legs gave out.

He was filled with terror.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu comforted him: "Don't worry, she didn't lose too much blood when she arrived, and the doctor said the rescue was timely, so she's doing okay."

"Really?"

Wen Fang was overjoyed, kneeling before Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu with tears of gratitude in his eyes:

"Brother Zu, thank you. If it weren't for you, my wife... I... I wouldn't know what to do!"

At this moment, he was crying like a child, filled with gratitude.