radicalducati Chapter 18: Don't you want revenge?
Chapter 18: Don't you want revenge?
"Welcome Guests" Mahjong Parlor.
"Hahaha, a double win and a triple crown! Pay up, pay up!"
In the past few days, my fingers have started to change. Thin, invisible hairs have grown on the surface of my skin, like cockroach antennae, giving them extraordinary sensory abilities.
You can shuffle it into whatever hand you want.
Song Zhaowen extended his hand.
Ah Hua, Fei Ji, and Ah Xiao pulled out their banknotes with unsatisfied expressions.
"Damn, boss, you're a card god, aren't you? You win every hand by yourself, it's either a big three dragons or a big four winds. If you keep playing like this, I'll pawn my underwear and won't even have money to pay back the winnings."
"Yeah, Brother Wen, you're such a good card player, why don't you participate in the God of Gamblers competition? I think Ko Chun is nothing special."
"Enough nonsense. There are no fathers or sons at the gambling table. Ah-Xiao, even if you want to curry favor with me, you still have to pay up!"
"It's so lively, is it a gambling den?"
The roller shutter door was suddenly pulled up, and several people rushed in.
"Hey, who are you people? Get out!" The hot-tempered man stood up and even grabbed a weapon.
Who knew that the next second, a .38 pistol would be pressed against the airplane's forehead.
The middle-aged, silver-haired man leading the group smiled and pulled a police badge from his jacket pocket: "Trying to assault a police officer? Let's see if you're faster or my bullets are faster."
"Damn, so what if you're a cop? Trespassing is illegal, or I'll file a complaint against you." The plane had a stubborn temper.
"Sit down on the plane, don't argue with the police."
Song Zhaowen leaned back in his recliner, looking completely indifferent.
The silver-haired man, as if they were old friends, pulled over a plastic stool and sat down opposite Song Zhaowen.
"Shall we talk privately?"
Song Zhaowen gestured for Ah Xiao and the others to leave.
Of course, the silver-haired man also signaled to his plainclothes subordinates to follow him out.
Ah-Xiao and the others turned back every three steps, their eyes conveying a strong warning.
"If Brother Wen needs anything, just call us. We'll be right outside."
When only two people remained in the mahjong parlor.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Wong Chi-shing, you can call me Inspector Wong. I am the head of the Triad Investigation Division of Tsz Wan Shan Police Station."
Song Zhaowen glanced at the business card the other party had handed him.
"Inspector Huang, what brings you here?"
"Don't be nervous, we just want to get to know each other a little."
"Oh, Inspector Huang, have you misunderstood something? I haven't done anything wrong. I'm a law-abiding citizen. Why would I be nervous?"
Seeing that Song Zhaowen seemed uninterested in talking, Huang Zhicheng continued speaking to himself:
"Ha, that's for the best."
"Song Zhaowen, I've seen your file. You're different from other gangsters. You grew up in an orphanage and studied under Master Chen at the Bajiquan school. You have a clean background and no connections."
"I hope you can maintain this level of performance for the next three years; it'll be a win-win situation for everyone!"
Three years was the length of Huang Zhicheng's tenure in the Tsz Wan Shan Triad Investigation Department.
"Inspector Huang, the way you're talking makes it sound like I'm going to do something bad in the future." Song Zhaowen chuckled, took out a cigarette from his pack, and lit it. "I'm just a mahjong parlor owner, running a small business and supporting a few brothers. As long as no one comes to harass my place, I'll naturally keep to myself."
Huang Zhicheng also smiled, a meaningful smile: "It's good that you behave yourself. I like dealing with law-abiding citizens."
He stood up and dusted off non-existent dust from his pants: "I'm just here to get acquainted with you today. If you need anything in Tsz Wan Shan in the future, you can contact me directly. My office number is on my business card."
"Then thank you very much, Inspector Huang." Song Zhaowen also stood up, but made no move to see the guest out.
Huang Zhicheng walked to the door, placed his hand on the roller shutter, and suddenly turned back: "Oh right, there's something I forgot to mention. Last week, three charred bodies were found in Chi Ma Wan, Saigon. DNA testing confirmed they were three Vietnamese fugitives. I'm in charge of the case now. Although they were just scum of society, it's still human life, and there has to be some accountability."
He paused, then looked at Song Zhaowen: "Mr. Song, if you hear any rumors or know anything, please let me know. Assisting the police in solving cases is the duty of a good citizen."
Song Zhaowen nodded: "Definitely."
Huang Zhicheng then opened the door and went out. The plainclothes officers waiting outside immediately followed, their footsteps quickly fading into the distance.
The roller shutter door was pulled down again. Xiao Zhuoxiao and the others immediately surrounded them.
"Ah Wen, what did that cop say?" Xiao Zhuoxiao asked. "I think he's a sly one, not a good guy."
The plane chimed in, "Brother Wen, should I take a few of my buddies and keep an eye on him for a few days?"
Song Zhaowen waved his hand: "No need. He's from the Triad Investigation Department, specializing in monitoring triads. He's just here to let me know he's here and to warn me to be careful in the future."
"Then he mentioned the Vietnamese guy..." Xiao Zhuoxiao lowered his voice.
"It was just a test," Song Zhaowen said. "He has no evidence. If he had evidence, it wouldn't have been a chat just now; he would have asked me to go back and assist with an investigation."
Almost all possible traces at the scene had been wiped clean, leaving Huang Zhicheng with no clue even after a hundred years of investigation.
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A few days later, one afternoon.
The rooftop of a public housing estate in Mong Kok.
The rooftop has clothes racks and a forest of utility poles, with skyscrapers stretching into the distance.
Near the edge of the rooftop, there were more than twenty cigarette butts on the ground.
But Wei Jixiang continued to smoke cigarettes one after another.
He's been having a lot of troubles lately!
First, Robbie, her female confidante, was gang-raped by Prince Tai and his men, causing her to bleed profusely before they stopped. She was rushed to the hospital, where doctors informed her that her uterus was severely damaged and required a hysterectomy, otherwise her life would be in danger. This meant that even if Robbie recovered, she would lose her fertility, which was incredibly cruel for a woman.
The man he had attacked more than a decade ago, Sangbo, is about to be released from prison.
Sangbo has already declared that he will definitely make him pay.
He sought help from the club, hoping they could help him resolve the issue.
Who knew that people in the club were cold-hearted, and no one was willing to stand up for him.
That's not all. Recently, he heard rumors that there might be something fishy going on at the VCD factory he was working with, and he wondered what they were up to behind the scenes.
Having spent over a decade in the underworld, Wai Cheung-cheung had a premonition that he could no longer stay in Hong Kong.
We have to run away!
He ran away with Robbie and his son.
However, his reckless investments over the past few years have left him with almost no money.
Fortunately, he knew a friend who was generous and valued loyalty.
He is Xiao Zhuoxiao from Zhengxing, and Robbie helped his sister a week ago. With this relationship, lending him some money shouldn't be a problem.
A few minutes later, the rooftop door was opened.
Xiao Zhuoxiao and Song Zhaowen arrived together.
"Ah-Xiao, I'm here!"
Wei Jixiang first shook hands with Xiao Zhuoxiao, then looked at Song Zhaowen: "I recognize you, the tough guy who made a fool of Prince Tai."
Then she complained to Xiao Zhuoxiao, "Why did you bring him along? I only called you."
Xiao Zhuoxiao patted Wei Jixiang on the shoulder: "Axiang, don't be nervous. Brother Wen is here to help you."