Chapter 50 Clan Reunion
Chapter 50 Clan Reunion
190 Argyle Street, Ho Man Tin, Kowloon City.
Kowloon West Police District Headquarters.
The British royal emblem is hung high in front of the gate of a six-story white building, and the British Hong Kong flag and the police flag are flying next to the satellite dish cover on the rooftop.
The areas surrounding the building and adjacent to the streets are surrounded by iron sheets. Except for the main entrance which is open to citizens, the other entrances are manned by armed sentries.
This is the police force's headquarters in West Kowloon, which has police stations in Yau Ma Tei, Mong Kok, Tsim Sha Tsui East, Sham Shui Po, Kowloon City, Cheung Sha Wan, as well as the Administrative Department, Operations Department, Traffic Team, Emergency Unit and Mobile Unit.
It has the largest number of police officers, the highest police ranks, and the largest detention rooms in Kowloon.
Yin Zhaotang, wearing a silver bracelet, sat in a police car and passed the checkpoint to the internal parking lot.
There was a chaotic noise in the building, it was very noisy, the bad guys were talking at the same time while taking statements.
A younger brother was peeking out the window, and when he saw him get off the car, he immediately stood up and shouted, "It's Brother Tang, Brother Tang is here!"
"Brother Tang!"
"Brother Tang."
The police officer was taking notes when he noticed that the order in the office area had become even more chaotic. He picked up the document and slapped it on the younger brother's head, cursing impatiently, "What are you shouting for? If you like shouting, go to the reformatory and shout slowly!"
"What an idiot. He's going to jail soon, but he's still smiling and calling me boss."
Yin Zhaotang raised his hand wearing the bracelet and greeted the brothers in the window. The brothers immediately cheered, their morale greatly boosted, and they shouted his name and watched him being pushed into another building by the police.
Although many of the brothers were injured, as more and more brothers came in, the news of the defeat of Dong'an Society spread quickly.
Many people even knew that Sang Kun was killed by Jiang Hao and that the Dong'an Society had collapsed.
Although Yin Zhaotang looked bad when he was being pushed away by the police wearing a silver bracelet, anyone with a normal mind would curse him. But the bad guys were not normal in their minds, and they all thought that Brother Tang was very powerful today and wanted to replace him.
Being taken to the detention room by a special car is a great treatment. Even the police think that Brother Tang is going to be promoted!
After Yin Zhaotang was taken to the detention area, he met Lao Mo, Kouchou Qiang, Jie Shi Yong, Xiao Sao, Fei Shi, Pa Che Wei, Guang Zai and others along the way. Each person had a private room, 80 feet, with an iron bed and a fixed flush toilet, which was considered excellent.
The police officer opened a cell door for him and sent him in. He locked the door and said with a smile, "This is a new cell that was just renovated three years ago. You really got a bargain."
"Are you envious? Let's switch, you come in." Yin Zhaotang sat on the bed and looked around. The new cell was actually quite depressing.
The officer waited until the door was locked before throwing the handcuff key in and said with a smile, "Take off the bracelet and give it to me along with the key."
"Got it." Yin Zhaotang undid the handcuffs, moved his joints, and handed over the bracelet and key.
The police officer took the handcuffs and smiled, "All the big and small cats are here, oh, and the old cat too. You guys chat first, Mr. Yu will come to entertain everyone after the meeting."
Poof.
The prison gate was closed.
Yin Zhaotang came to the iron gate and said, "Grandpa, we have finished the first drink."
"Did you enjoy it?"
The fat cat supported himself with the dragon head stick and walked towards the iron gate with heavy steps. A round face full of fat and looking old-fashioned slowly emerged from behind the iron bars.
Sunlight shines through the skylight.
In the evening, the sun sets.
On both sides of the quiet and cold corridor, behind the iron doors, one face after another of the underworld appeared.
There are Zhuang Xiong, Jiao An, Liu Chuanzong and other younger generations who respect loyalty and righteousness.
They are energetic, high-spirited, and uninhibited. There are uncles like Gao Laosen, Da Zi, and Shou Gui.
They all had different demeanors and looked relaxed.
There are also retired seniors such as Uncle Gensheng, Yuanbao, Jinyaxiong, and Tiantang.
Some of them were cursing and talking nonsense, some were smiling and saying nothing, with a look of satisfaction on their faces, and some were already lying on the bed with their legs crossed, sleeping, looking like it was none of their business.
The resident chicken of Dong'an Society, the red stick dwarf porridge of Kwun Tong Hall, and the red stick liu bing jie of Tsim Sha Tsui Hall
They were also in the detention room, some with heavy faces, some with angry faces, and some with gloomy eyes.
Yin Zhaotang felt many eyes converge on him, and smiled lightly: "It's so addictive, I want to drink more."
"Hahaha."
Gao Laosen grabbed the iron rod with both hands and laughed loudly: "Atang, drink a glass of wine and take a red stick as a snack. I'll give you a whole Dong'an to drink a few glasses with you. Just taste it lightly, be careful not to get drunk."
This half-admonition, half-sarcasm remark earned him a greeting from Red Stick Diao Pi Su of Dong'an Society: "Fuck your mother, Gao Laosen, if you have the guts, go out and fight me one-on-one."
"Dry!"
"Are you embarrassing me, Dongan?"
Liu Bingjie, Dazui Chang and others joined the battle.
Gao Laosen put his left hand on his waist, pointed with his right hand, spitting everywhere, and dominated the crowd: "You want to pick a fight, Doupi Su, I'm in my fifties and I want to challenge you in a one-on-one fight? Be careful or I'll write a letter to the Respect for the Elderly Society and arrest you first!"
"Liu Bingjie, you are so embarrassing. When I was the head of the hall, you were squatting in front of the private cinema selling condoms, right?"
"Calling me Brother Sen is rude!"
Lao Zhong's followers had no intention of joining the verbal fight, because Gao Lao Sen alone was enough to deal with them.
More than half an hour later.
A middle-aged police officer with gray hair and wearing a navy blue uniform and a police hat came to the detention room.
He looked to be in his early forties, at the prime of life, but his skin was in poor condition, his forehead was covered with horizontal wrinkles, and his beard was already gray.
"Yu Sir."
"Yu Sir!"
Two uniformed policemen on duty with guns immediately stood up, stamped their feet vigorously, and raised their arms to salute.
"Fat Cat, Little Chicken, I'm very pressed for time. I have two conditions. First, hand over the person who caused the trouble. Second, shake hands and make peace."
"If you nod now, you can go home and sleep at night. What do you think, uncles?"
After Yu Shaoze finished speaking, he crossed his arms across his chest, glanced at the diamond-encrusted Jaeger-LeCoultre watch on his wrist, counted down silently, and waited for the two chairmen to answer.
Xiaoji couldn't hold his temper any longer and was the first to speak: "How do you talk about peace?"
Yu Shaoze tapped the shoulder armband with his finger, raised his eyelids, and looked sharp: "Of course, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The loser pulls up the flag and withdraws from Mong Kok, and the winner takes over the street business? Isn't this the survival rule that you gangsters like!"
"You're not convinced! Still want another fight? Let me kindly remind you that the combined bail of all the hooligans in the office building tonight is over $200,000. Are you planning to come to the West Kowloon headquarters every day and night to rent it out? No problem, just pay more!"
Yaoji knew that the flag of the Mong Kok branch had been pulled down, and he could only nod helplessly: "Okay, give Yu Sir a favor."
Yu Shaoze sneered, turned around and pointed at Uncle Cat, and said without question: "Fat Cat, I want the man named Jiang Hao!"
(End of this chapter)