Hong Kong Film Intelligence King

Chapter 70: Coincidences are inevitable; Huang Zhicheng is highly sought after, causing unease among the Hung Hing bosses (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month)
Li Jie immediately contacted Long Wei's father, Mr. Long, and upon hearing news of a doctor, he was truly restless.

If someone else had told Li Jie that they could help him get revenge within a month, he might not have believed it.

Unfortunately, this person is the king.

The other party has a Li Fu by his side who is comparable to him, and perhaps even slightly better. Li Fu himself is also a grandmaster-level figure.

One punch from him could break a tree.

Otherwise, Li Jie would never believe it; he's no fool.

Wang Dao had no idea that his master-level skills had become his weapon for recruiting Li Jie.

Mr. Long was not surprised at all by Li Jie's resignation:
"Ah Jie, thank you for your hard work these past three years."

Li Jie said earnestly:
"The old man saved my life, and no amount of repayment is too much."

"But I have a deep-seated hatred to carry, and I can no longer allow myself to stay in the Lung Clan."

Mr. Long was very pleased to learn that Li Jie had obtained news of his enemy, but he was also very troubled by the thought of his own son.
"Thanks to your help, the Lung family troupe has been able to operate smoothly over the years."

"But that's precisely why that kid is too lazy to do even a slightly complicated move."

"It's all thanks to your help."

"If this continues, this kid will be completely ruined."

Even now, he only retains about 30% of his skills.

Li Jie could only offer words of comfort:
“Longwei still has talent, he will realize it.”

Mr. Long sighed:

"Hopefully, this will teach him a lesson and wake him up; otherwise, when he gets older, it will be impossible for him to pick up his old skills again."

Some skills, once learned, are for a lifetime.

However, even the most familiar skills will be forgotten if you don't practice them.

You think I was talking about kung fu? No, I was talking in gibberish. I've forgotten everything I knew!
Mr. Long asked:
"Are you in a rush? If not, I'll throw you a farewell party."

Li Jie politely declined.

"No, boss has an operation tomorrow."

Mr. Long was taken aback:
"Boss?"

Li Jie did not hide where he was going:
“I joined the Hung Hing branch in Mong Kok, and my boss is the right-hand man of the Mong Kok leader, Brother Kwan.”

Mr. Long frowned slightly:
"The Hung Hing Society?"

“I’ve heard of Leung Kwan. He’s a smooth talker and good at using his connections to intimidate people. Now he’s even managed to take two streets from the Ni family in Yau Tsim Mong.”

"She's at the peak of her career right now."

"The Way of the King... I'm not sure about that."

The film industry and triads were closely connected; basically, all the stars in Hong Kong at that time had an affiliation with a triad.

Some of them were even members of the gang.

The Mak family once invited a real person from the Big Circle Gang to appear on camera.

So here's the question: what gives that member of the Big Circle Gang the right to make a movie?
Would he have gone if it weren't for an invitation from a big shot in the industry?

Definitely not.

Stephen Chow's attempt to immigrate was rejected, and the reason given was straightforward: his involvement in community activities.

To put it simply, in that era, every actor who made a name for themselves had a triad background, whether they were stars from a company or not.

Anyone who travels the world has to pay respects to the local patrons.

If you don't have a proper identity, you'll be bullied.

Let alone movie stars, according to statistics, eight out of ten people in Hong Kong at that time were members of triads, and the remaining two were children!

It's not surprising at all that Grandpa Long knew about Liang Kun's news.

Li Jie understood what Old Master Long meant by those words; he was afraid that Li Jie would suffer a loss.

"Don't worry, sir, I won't suffer any losses."

Old Master Long sighed:
"Bold! I won't see you off. I wish you all your wishes come true."

Li Jie nodded emphatically:

"Most definitely."

Li Jie didn't say goodbye to Long Wei. Actually, there was no need to say goodbye. Long Wei was no match for his father, at least not in terms of character.

He didn't need to pack anything; he simply followed the address Li Fu had left behind and went there.

During that time, he saw a strange guy.

The guy was covered in mud and clutching his stomach, looking like he'd just taken too much poison.

After thinking about it, Li Jie simply called the police and then went to find Li Fu.

Little did he know that police officers would soon arrive following his report.

If Wang Dao were here, he would recognize this person at a glance—that's right, it's Chen Guozhong!
Chen Guozhong is currently keeping an eye on the Mingxin Hospital case.

Just then, the police reported the appearance of poisonous insects, and Chen Guozhong, without thinking twice, went straight to the scene.

To his surprise, the poisoner who reported the incident was an acquaintance.

"Inspector Wong, what's wrong with you?"

That's right, the poisonous insect that Li Jie saw was Huang Zhicheng.

Chen Yongren beat Huang Zhicheng really hard; he used all his strength, perhaps mistaking Huang Zhicheng for Ni Kun.

Huang Zhicheng lay in bed for most of the day before he could get up and staggered toward the nearest hospital.

What a coincidence, this hospital is Mingxin Hospital.

Then he met Li Jie, who initially thought it was a drug addict, but due to his previous professional instincts, he still called the police station.

And so, Chen Guozhong arrived.

Huang Zhicheng thought to himself that he was really unlucky.

He was being careful enough; he just didn't want to run into his colleagues.

I never expected to run into them again.

What the hell.

He didn't know that if he hadn't been walking so suspiciously, Li Jie wouldn't have chosen to call the police because of him.

Huang Zhicheng smiled wryly:

"I was just trying to catch a petty thief from a gang, but who would have thought he'd outsmart me? It was truly a miserable experience."

Chen Guozhong quickly helped him up:
"Which gang's petty thief is he? Tell me, and I'll take care of him."

"This is outrageous! They dare to hit even our police officers?"

Chen Guozhong appeared very angry.

Huang Zhicheng quickly declined the other party's offer:

"No need, I'll find him slowly when I get back."

Chen Guozhong disagreed:

“Inspector Wong, you’re not right to say that.”

"We are police officers, and the dignity of police officers cannot be challenged!"

Huang Zhicheng smiled wryly:

"It's not that serious, is it?"

Chen Guozhong said coldly:

"We are the ones who always use the stick to discipline members of the gang; there is absolutely no reason for it to be the other way around."

"This precedent must not be set!"

Huang Zhicheng wanted to slap himself.

Why choose this kind of excuse of all?

But then again, if he didn't come up with such a reason, no one would believe him.

There are only a few types of people who would dare to physically assault a police officer.

Seeing that Chen Guozhong was really serious, Huang Zhicheng had no choice but to say:
"Inspector Chen, thank you for your kindness, but only I can handle this matter."

"That was one of my informants..."

Chen Guozhong immediately fell silent.

Police informants are mostly on a single line, with at most one additional partner knowing something.

No one else knew this, not even his superiors.

After all, the environment in police stations is quite complex, and who can guarantee that someone is an unlicensed officer?

This is also an unwritten rule of the police station.

People will always form fixed impressions because of certain things, which are called stereotypes.

People will always have a professional filter.

For example, doctors, who are dedicated to saving lives, are often perceived as having a benevolent heart.

For example, police officers, who are responsible for fighting criminals, might assume that the other party is acting with justice.

This kind of prejudice is unacceptable.

Lei Luo is a corrupt official, and he's the Chief Inspector of the Chinese Police Force. Not only is he a major embezzler, but he also protects drug traffickers. He's a complete beast.

Nowadays, not long after the era of Lei Luo, the way the police officers in the police station act is quite different from that of Lei Luo's time, but that doesn't mean the police station is clean.

No one can guarantee that there are still unlicensed police officers at police stations.

Therefore, all informants could only contact one person at a time, for fear that there might be shady dealings within the police station.

This is an open rule that police stations cannot question.

Huang Zhicheng's statement perfectly deflected Chen Guozhong's questioning. Even if the latter wanted to get to the bottom of things, he couldn't continue when faced with such a sensitive issue.

Chen Guozhong thought for a moment and then said:

“Inspector Wong, an informant is a double-edged sword. If you can’t control him, it’s best not to let him continue as your informant, or there will be big problems.”

Chen Guozhong wouldn't care about Huang Gou, but given the current situation, if he didn't say something after encountering him, Huang Zhicheng would become suspicious.

Huang Zhicheng smiled wryly:

"Inspector Chen, I've already learned my lesson."

Chen Guozhong then took Huang Zhicheng to see a doctor, and before leaving, he said to him:
"You know the rules of the police station. Someone will take your statement after you recover."

Huang Zhicheng nodded repeatedly:
"I understand the rules."

Chen Guozhong then left.

Huang Zhicheng was filled with gloom; if possible, he really didn't want to alarm the police.

It's shameful and dangerous.

What if someone suspects that their injury wasn't caused by a so-called informant?
Do not!
Perhaps Chen Guozhong was already suspicious. After all, he was an inspector in the Major Crimes Unit. Would it be so difficult for him to recruit an informant?
If that's the case, wouldn't that imply that your work ability is insufficient?

In any case, this is not a good thing.

Huang Zhicheng had absolutely no way to explain it; not only could he not explain it, but he also had to keep quiet about it.

Falling into the self-justification trap means that the more you talk, the more mistakes you make.

Huang Zhicheng knows this kind of thing best.

Recalling his own suffering, Huang Zhicheng almost went insane.

Who would have thought that the guy I thought I could control for a lifetime would break free from my control?

That guy was ruthless; he almost beat himself to death!

He was an inspector in the Tsim Sha Tsui Major Crime Unit, and even the Ni family in Yau Tsim Mong, even Ni Kun, the father of Chan Wing-yan, couldn't do anything to him.

As a result, he was almost beaten to death by Chen Yongren!
It really pissed him off!

Huang Zhicheng secretly vowed:
"Chen Yongren, Liang Kun, you just wait! Once I kill Ni Kun, I'll take your lives!"

A flash of venomous glint appeared in his eyes.

Huang Zhicheng thought he was doing a great job, but someone else saw it.

Inside the morgue at Mingxin Hospital, Johnny Wang watched the monitor screen with great interest:

"That guy looks like Huang Zhicheng?"

"The inspector of the Tsim Sha Tsui Major Crimes Unit?"

"Looks like he got beaten up pretty badly?"

His men disagreed:

"This guy has a good reputation in the underworld. Perhaps he got into a conflict with someone who didn't know he was a policeman, so they beat him harder."

This was followed by a rather gloating expression.

"The cops are used to being arrogant; they must have met their match."

Johnny shook his head:

"You say he has a good reputation in the underworld?"

The subordinate nodded.

Johnny chuckled coldly.
“That’s not right. This guy can hide the resentment in his eyes very well, but he can’t hide it from me.”

"His resentment toward someone was almost visible to the naked eye."

His subordinates stared blankly at Huang Zhicheng on the screen.
"Why can't I see it?"

Johnny Wang laughed:
"If you can tell, you're my boss."

“I’m certain this guy is a hypocrite.” “And you’re wrong, the guy who beat him up must know who he is, otherwise he wouldn’t be so resentful.”

"Investigate him."

"I'm starting to get interested in him."

His subordinate was taken aback:
"Investigate Huang Zhicheng?"

Johnny thought for a moment and said:
"No need to investigate. Just send someone to follow him. I want to know what he's been doing these past two days."

"Perhaps he can bring us some good news."

The subordinate said excitedly:
"Boss, are you trying to plant a spy in the police station?"

Johnny Wong shrugged:

"It's just a minor step; who knows if it will be of any use in the future?"

The subordinate nodded repeatedly:

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right now."

Huang Zhicheng, who had just left the hospital, never expected that he would be followed again, but Chen Guozhong did find out.

"Wang Zhicheng was being followed?"

"What the hell is this?"

Chen Guozhong frowned deeply upon hearing the intelligence from his subordinates.

Huang Zhicheng had arranged for people to keep an eye on things early on, but of course, he didn't arrange for anyone to keep watch today—Johnny Wang's matter was the bigger issue.

However, Huang Zhicheng was beaten up, which made Chen Guozhong immediately realize that something was wrong - he did not know that the person who beat up Huang Zhicheng was Chen Yongren, but his policeman instincts told him that something was wrong.

Therefore, it was decided that Huang Zhicheng would continue to keep an eye on things.

Not only do we need to keep an eye on him, we need to keep a close watch on him!
Huang Zhicheng's injuries were indeed too severe, and he was delayed in the hospital for a considerable period of time, which gave Chen Guozhong ample time to mobilize his troops.

I thought there would be no surprises today, but I was surprised to hear my subordinate's report as soon as I got home.

"The person watching him isn't very professional; they're probably not from our police station."

"If Huang Zhicheng weren't in bad shape, it would have been discovered very quickly."

Chen Guozhong smiled and shook his head:

"That's perfect. With others clearing the way for you, you can better cover yourselves."

"After all, Huang Zhicheng is also a candidate for the head of the Criminal Intelligence Bureau, which many people are optimistic about."

"Be careful not to give yourself away."

The subordinate hung up the phone.

Chen Guozhong crossed his arms and pondered:
"Is Huang Zhicheng being followed?"

“It’s a bit strange. I didn’t feel like I was being followed when I saw him on the street.”

"It's not even in the hospital."

"The question is, who has such great power to know Huang Zhicheng's whereabouts?"

"Could it have been sent by Ado?"

“That shouldn’t be the case. Even if Ah Dao knew Huang Zhicheng was going to the hospital for treatment, he didn’t know which hospital it was…”

Thanks to Hong Kong's system, the medical industry in Hong Kong is very developed, with public hospitals, private hospitals and even community clinics everywhere.

Hospitals are everywhere.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Chen Guozhong's mind:
"Wait...the hospital?"

"Mingxin Hospital's Johnny Wang?!"

In an instant, Chen Guozhong understood the cause and effect.

"Could it be that Johnny Wang has his eye on Huang Zhicheng?"

"It seems I'll have to ask Ado to gather some information on this."

"How's the investigation going?"

As Jiang Tiansheng sipped his coffee, he asked Xi B, who replied reservedly,
"It's strange, there's been no movement from Liang Kun's side."

Jiang Tiansheng frowned slightly:
"Didn't you tell him that Gan Zitai was going to be suppressed by Dongxing?"

Little B felt very wronged:

How can you say that?

“We are all Hung Hing people, no matter what. If we know this news, we will definitely send troops to help.”

"It's not a good idea to tell Liang Kun this news."

Jiang Tiansheng cursed the idiot under his breath, but there was nothing he could do; this was his most loyal dog.

"Has Gan Zitai made any moves? Has he not asked Liang Kun for help?"

Thin B shook his head:
"no!"

Jiang Tiansheng sneered.

Little B touched his bald head and asked:
“Jiang Sheng, Gan Zitai definitely can’t stop Aben.”

"I heard that Aben has gathered several gang leaders from different factions."

"Not to mention his own Cheuk Ke-lok and Leopard, he even called on Fa-fu from Yuen Long and Sze-to Ho-nam from Causeway Bay to help him out."

"This is equivalent to three gangs beating up one Gan Zitai."

"Even if Gan Zitai had planted a flag, let alone not planted one, it would have been pulled down."

"Does this guy really have the confidence to deal with such a formidable lineup?"

Jiang Tiansheng mocked:

"Gan Zitai is just a brute who doesn't use his brain at all; he's planning to act recklessly."

"Be prepared."

Little B nodded repeatedly:

"I will go back and mobilize them to support the Crown Prince."

Jiang Tiansheng was speechless and couldn't help but scold:

"Gan Zitai, despite his reputation as the leader of Tsim Sha Tsui, is nothing more than a fortress."

"If he can successfully plant the flag, he will be the leader of Fit."

"If not, why are you supporting him?"

The smile on B's face froze, and she asked cautiously:
"Mr. Jiang, what should I do?"

Jiang Tiansheng sneered:

"A fortified position must be prepared to fulfill its purpose. Regardless of whether it can successfully plant the flag, it must still play its role."

"Gan Zitai's value lies in giving us an excuse to enter Tsim Sha Tsui."

He asked back,

"Can you stop Aben?"

Little B waved his hand repeatedly:

"We can't stop it, we really can't stop it!"

In terms of combat strength, he couldn't even compare to Liang Kun, let alone the leader of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing and his gang of Five Tigers.

Besides, Tung Sing is a coalition of three gangs of thugs, while Tsz Wan Shan is full of young thugs.

But a teenager is a teenager. Apart from their fearless spirit, how can they compare to an adult in terms of actual combat strength?

Chen Haonan, who was favored by Siu B and considered to be on par with his son, is now no match for Liang Kun in terms of fighting prowess.

Jiang Tiansheng nodded slightly:
"If you can't stop him, Gan Zitai has no chance either."

Tomorrow is the last day of Gan Zitai's seven-day assignment.

"Whether he likes it or not, he's going to plant the flag."

"So……"

"You should mobilize the troops. Once Gan Zitai is defeated, we will take action."

Little B nodded repeatedly:

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, I will definitely get you the Tsim Sha Tsui deal."

Jiang Tiansheng curled his lip. "Even Gan Zitai couldn't handle it, so what makes you think you can?"
However, he couldn't say that Little B was always his most loyal dog.

"Go down and get ready."

Little B had no idea that Jiang Tiansheng was secretly plotting against him, and went back excitedly.

Jiang Tiansheng asked Chen Yao, who was standing to the side:

"What do you think?"

Chen Yao frowned and said:
"It's weird."

Jiang Tiansheng snorted coldly:

"There's definitely something fishy going on."

"Gan Zitai is a strong-willed guy, so his response is quite normal."

"He's just a brute after all. Does he really think he can conquer the world with his fists?"

"If you don't use your brain when you're out in the game, you'll be a petty thug your whole life!"

"Handsome Kun...something's not right!"

Chen Yao immediately said:
“I’ve had someone check in Mong Kok.”

"Things are strange."

Jiang Tiansheng leaned forward:
"Why is it weird?"

Chen Yao frowned deeply:
“After planting his flag, Liang Kun’s behavior was very abnormal. He divided two streets in Mong Kok among his two old subordinates, Sha Qiang and Ah Niu, while his top dog, Wang Dao, didn’t get a single hair.”

Jiang Tiansheng stroked his chin, puzzled:

"This is against the rules."

People who live in the world are mostly self-interested and pay special attention to the distinction between close and distant relationships.

In terms of ability, Little B is no match for Handsome Kun and Gan Zitai. However, the latter needs to act as a bulwark and fight for territory with other gangs. But the former can easily rise to the top.

Ultimately, Siu B is Chiang Tin-sang's dog.

Giving him control of Tsz Wan Shan would be in Chiang Tin-sang's best interest.

The leader of the gang is Wang Dao, who is naturally his most trusted confidant. It is simply incomprehensible that he would not give the territory to his own trusted confidants first, but instead strengthen the outsiders.

Something unusual must be going on, and Jiang Tiansheng had a vague feeling that something was wrong. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Sha Qiang and Ah Niu were Liang Kun's old subordinates, and they were willing to follow Liang Kun to Mong Kok to risk their lives. Giving them these two streets doesn't seem wrong. It's a reward for their service, which is normal.

But after careful consideration, Jiang Tiansheng overturned his own idea.

What a normal ghost!
Those are two streets in Mong Kok; the money they make from collecting debts alone amounts to millions of dollars every month.

Leung Kwan is a money lover, how could he possibly let go completely?

has a problem!
There must be a big problem!
"What's even stranger is that after dividing up the territory, apart from setting a rule that no fans could leave, he never went back there again!"

what? !

Jiang Tiansheng looked at Chen Yao in surprise:

"You mean, Lung Kwan hasn't been to those two streets since?"

Chen Yao was utterly puzzled:

"I've already checked through connections..."

“In the beginning, Liang Kun drank with the owners of the two streets, and he never appeared on those two streets again after that.”

Jiang Tiansheng suddenly stood up:
"impossible."

"After we take over the territory, it's for the connections of those bosses."

"Even an idiot like Little B knows to keep in touch with those bosses."

"There's no reason why Liang Kun wouldn't understand."

"So what happened?"

Chen Yao cautiously observed Jiang Tiansheng, who noticed his unusual behavior:
"There are no outsiders here, so just say what you need to say."

Chen Yao gritted his teeth and said,

“It seems that Liang Kun’s focus is not on those two streets. I heard that he seems to be preparing to start his own company.”

Jiang Tiansheng found it quite absurd:
"start a company?"

"He's a tough guy who managed to take over two streets from the Ni family in Yau Tsim Mong, why doesn't he take advantage of his peak popularity to fight hard and instead wants to start a company?"

What was he thinking?

Chen Yao shared his guess:

“Ling Kun is different from others; at least he comes from a business background.”

Jiang Tiansheng mocked:

"What kind of merchant sells fish balls?"

"Has Liang Kun really not contacted Gan Zitai?"

Chen Yao shook his head.

Jiang Tiansheng's brows were so furrowed they could trap a mosquito:
"This handsome Kun, I just can't seem to see through him."

He felt a vague unease in his heart.

(End of this chapter)