The Chief Detective Inspector is dead. I'm now the top police officer in Hong Kong!

Chapter 15 Reunion

Evening, Wan Chai, Yung Kee Restaurant.

"Hey, Zhihui is here!" Boss Yong, wrapped in a chef's skirt, scooped up the fried pork chop, skillfully chopped it into pieces, and made a crispy crackling sound with each swift stroke.

Deng Gengyun, carrying his helmet, entered the restaurant. When he saw that the owner recognized Zhihui, he looked surprised and asked, "Brother Tanhua, you come here often?"

Chung Chi-hui found a table in the bustling restaurant and sat down, saying with a smile, "77 years later, I'm the only one left working in Central. Sometimes when I don't know what to eat, I just choose the old place."

Deng Gengyun nodded: "Yes, I was transferred to Tsuen Wan, which is across the sea. I can't even eat here if I want to. Why would the boss remember me?"

At this moment, Yongge carried a tray and put down two large bowls: "Gengzai, you've gotten a lot tanned. How have you been lately?"

“Okay, Brother Yong.” Deng Gengyun flashed a row of teeth, his smile pure and genuine.

Seeing this, Zhong Zhihui took out his chopsticks, handed them to his brother, and said with a smile, "How could I forget the road we came from and the days we spent together?"

"The madman contacted me."

Deng Gengyun took the chopsticks, took a bite of the crispy and juicy pork chop, and said, "You want me to help Brother Sheng?"

"Without eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring, what would we call the Five Poisons Detective?" Zhong Zhihui took a sip of iced lemon tea and got straight to the point: "Let's all go back and help Brother Sheng!"

Deng Gengyun's expression shifted, and he asked incredulously, "Brother Tanhua, you're a senior inspector, how could you be involved with us?"

"So what if I'm a senior inspector? In this world, power matters. If I don't find a stronghold, I'll be an inspector my whole life. Brother Sheng is just a police sergeant. If he comes back to the scene, he'll be better than me in no time."

“Regardless of whether they’re in the underworld or the legitimate world, all the uncles and elders who used to follow Brother Le will support Brother Sheng first.” Zhong Zhihui saw things very clearly.

Brother Lok is still alive. One phone call back to Hong Kong Island will surely earn him some respect. If Brother Sheng doesn't step forward to rally support, the remnants of the faction will naturally disintegrate. But Brother Sheng dares to go against the tide, so those who want to make a comeback can only gather around him.

Everyone's speculating about what cards Sheng Ge has up his sleeve, what Lu Ge and Han Sen's group left behind, and for example, why did Uncle Deng repeatedly try to persuade Sheng Ge to come out of retirement—all for that one "thing"?

Although Brother Le has never publicly acknowledged it, he has subtly mentioned in several phone calls from overseas that he has designated Lin Tiansheng as his successor.

It's because the most important thing is with Brother Sheng!

Many nights, Zhihui pondered whether he should get too involved with the remnants of the party. In the end, he concluded that the elites would not accept him, and his old comrades would certainly not let him go.

Instead of wavering, it's better to take a gamble.

"Don't forget, A-Yun, without Brother Sheng, we are nothing."

Deng Gengyun nodded slowly, accepting Zhihui's suggestion once again: "Let's call Anquan and go find Brother Sheng together, no matter what department or position the brothers are in."

"The way it was before is the way it is now."

Zhong Zhihui laughed and said, "Ayun, I envy your sillyness. Actually, before I came, I called Anquan, but he ignored me."

"Three years have passed, and everyone's positions and identities are different now. To be like before, it's not enough to just talk."

"Why didn't Brother Sheng come looking for us? It's because he's afraid we'll change our minds and want to go back to Brother Sheng's side. We have to prove our feelings first."

Deng Gengyun's pupils dilated slightly: "How do you prove it?"

Zhong Zhihui said, "Before, I was subordinate to Brother Sheng in terms of position. Now that we are no longer in the same department, we have to change the way we do it. Burn yellow paper, cut off a chicken's head, and swear an oath of blood, understand?"

"Join a club?"

Deng Gengyun frowned slightly, not exactly disgusted, but just a little surprised.

"No." "It's about following ancient methods and traditions. Only by forming a sworn brotherhood can we build mutual trust. But to form a sworn brotherhood, we first need a pledge of allegiance," Zhong Zhihui said.

"How do you write a pledge of allegiance?" Deng Gengyun asked, looking puzzled.

Zhong Zhihui lowered his head, leaned closer, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Write it with people's lives!"

“That bitch Lily ran off with Rong Ge’s fortune and slept with Bearded Yong. She deserves to die. I’m in the Criminal Intelligence Division, so I can easily keep track of her movements.”

"Take her to see Brother Sheng and Brother Rong. It'll be like we brothers are reunited."

Deng Gengyun licked his lips, suddenly finding the pork chop rice particularly delicious, and whispered, "Should we include safety in the price?"

“Brothers aren’t something you can beg for. Since he ignored us, the two of us went it alone,” Zhong Zhihui replied.

Deng Gengyun shook his head and quickly explained, "I was wrong. I wanted to kidnap Chen Anquan, that traitor, and take him to see Brother Sheng, so that Brother Sheng would know that none of the four sergeants would be missing."

"There are only the dead, no one escapes!"

Zhong Zhihui felt a chill run down her spine and a cold feeling welled up in her heart. She stared at Deng Gengyun and said, "Enforcing family rules is the boss's job. Those of you who are junior should know your limits."

"One should not overstep one's bounds."

Deng Gengyun nodded slowly: "That makes sense, Brother Zhihui, you're really smart."

"Get ready tonight, I'll call you. Your pager number hasn't changed, has it?"

"No." After finishing his business, Deng Gengyun lowered his head and ate his meal attentively. He not only finished the entire bowl of pork chop rice, but also picked up a scallion from the spoon and fed it to his mouth after putting down his chopsticks.

Deng Gengyun, who loves good food, is not greedy, but always makes sure to finish every last bite.

Late at night, at 11 p.m., Chung Chi-wai, who was standing guard at the foot of a tenement building in Happy Valley, took out his mobile phone from his car and called the paging service: "Call 50031, Happy Valley, 18 King Kwong Street, bring your tools and come do the work."

"Sir, please wait a moment."

Deng Gengyun, who was lying on the sofa in his rented room reading a comic book, heard his pager ring. He immediately got up, grabbed the landline to call back, checked the address, dragged out a backpack from under the sofa, and hurried out to hail a taxi.

After he got off the car on Jingguang Street, he had only taken a few steps when Zhong Zhihui suddenly appeared from the corner and called out to him: "Yunzai."

“Brother Zhihui, where’s that bitch?” Deng Gengyun asked. Zhong Zhihui, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, pulled out a red ghost face mask: “She’s in the tenement building. There are four thugs from the Number Gang inside and outside. Put on the mask first.”

Deng Gengyun put on his mask, hid in the alley, and said in a deep voice, "Are the people from the Number Gang carrying short dogs?"

"I don't know, just sneak in first, try not to fire a shot. It's just a lover, the chances of her having a weapon are slim." Zhong Zhihui also put on a blue mask, took out a folding knife from the bag Deng Gengyun brought and hung it on his waist, then handed a Black Star pistol to Deng Gengyun and said, "But it's better to be prepared. If you encounter a gunman, shoot him in the heart!"

Deng Gengyun's eyes were filled with excitement, and his tone was cruel: "Damn it, he dared to steal money from our brothers. We've wanted to kill him for a long time. Over the years, everyone who has offended us deserves to die."

"go!"

Chung Chi-hui changed into a white tracksuit and walked along the street towards the tenement building. She and Yun-zai climbed over the wall and in a few minutes they were inside the courtyard.

Then, from inside the still-lit three-story tenement building, shouts immediately came: "Take it, we're from the Yi group of the department."

"Who are you?"

"Fuck your mother, it's your father here."

(End of this chapter)