Chapter 119: Running Away and Letting Go

Chapter 119: Running Away and Letting Go

Chapter 119: Running Away and Making a Statement

"You're the one who picked it. All the grudges in the underworld are personal. Don't try to fool me with excuses, you treacherous bastard. How could Fat Cat have evidence of a spy in my gang?"

"If he is so capable, then he must be deliberately trying to harm me!" Prince Rong shouted loudly, his tone indignant, but his face was solemn.

He may be arrogant, but he is not easy to fool. After losing two batches of goods in a row, I guessed that there was a traitor around him.

However, those who can participate in the white powder transaction are all backbones left by the former boss "Uncle Ju".

It's really hard to adopt the approach of "rather kill the wrong person than let him go".

Although Uncle Ju has retired, he still relies on the support of the old guard of the previous dynasty to make decisions. His methods are too ruthless and his position may be unstable. The title of the crown prince sounds good, but his team is not strong enough and he is controlled by others.

We can only investigate slowly, try to find evidence, and then clean up the traitor.

The purpose of putting the blame on Lao Zhong is to get some money back. But if Lao Zhong knew who the traitor was, things would become terrible.

Could it be that Fat Cat was conspiring with the traitor just to take over his one-eared territory?
impossible!
There are many strong, ruthless and smart people in the world, but few are smart, capable of making plans and dare to dance on the edge of a knife.

If he really had such ability, why would he stay in a sunset club all the time?

Not to mention the high position and power, there should be no problem in being a big plumber!

The dwarf moved his chopsticks and put peanuts into his mouth, saying jokingly, "Brother Prince, consider me doing you a favor. The evidence of the traitor is real."

"It's obviously an internal police recording. Fat Cat has made connections and there are police officers helping him."

Prince Rong didn't believe it: "Bullshit!"

"Fat Cat has someone protecting him, so he can stay in Qingfeng Street for more than ten years?"

The dwarf took a sip of sweet rice wine and said with a sigh: "Chao Ajiu, an old man who has retired, may not be able to call a few younger brothers, but he can call a bunch of big guys."

"With him as the middleman, Fat Cat is afraid that he can't rely on a big tree? Otherwise, why do your goods always have problems, while other people's goods are safe and sound? As soon as they are handed over to you, something goes wrong. You are possessed by the god of misfortune!"

"Lao Zhong has long since left Qingfeng Street. He will beat you to death if he steps on your single-eared character!"

The leaders of the Big Four received the news earlier and have already seen the situation clearly.

Prince Rong swallowed his saliva, his tone was faintly fearful, and his momentum weakened. He muttered, "If someone has the ability to get the tape, he must be at least a chief superintendent. If he really is a chief superintendent, would he need to resort to such despicable tricks?"

"You can make money by doing any business, and if you ask someone to spread the word, who wouldn't give you face?"

The dwarf laughed and said, "It doesn't have to be a chief superintendent, a superintendent will do. The tapes can be stolen."

"Who is the traitor in my society?" This question becomes secondary, because the traitor is just a chess piece and the overall outcome of the game has already been decided.

The dwarf said sincerely, "I don't know, Prince."

"He's an undercover contact, there's no need to call the police!"

Prince Rong said in a deep voice: "Shorty brother, please help me. I will ask a few brothers to come in and have a chat. I will find out who it is and say hello."

The dwarf smiled and said, "No problem, we are all one family. If you recognize someone, remember to run away as soon as possible. The police may arrest you at any time, so just hope for the best."

"Thank you, shorty brother." Prince Rong called out to his brother in front of him and suddenly became very polite.

Although the police force has not come to arrest anyone, who knows how much information the insider has. Before the situation becomes clear, leaving Hong Kong Island to avoid the limelight is the right choice.

However, the reputation of Lian Gongle would definitely plummet after his departure, and it was hard to say how many of his subordinates would still obey his orders after his return. But compared with the risk of being arrested by the police, all these were minor problems.

Once the leader of a gang is arrested, even the largest gang will be in internal strife.

Many societies have split up because of this, which has led to the Hong Kong police being keen on keeping an eye on the leaders. Every time they arrest someone, they have to open a bottle of champagne.

The riots continued on Qingfeng Street. The two social groups had attacked the cordon several times, causing the police to send in additional officers three times and organize a crackdown.

The police force has now increased to 500 people, including two fire trucks and three ambulances. The firefighters connected the water pipes, mounted them on the roofs of the vehicles, adjusted the pressure to the appropriate position, and used them directly as water pumps.

The horse-drying incident is gradually getting out of control and is turning into a riot.

According to police statistics, more than 12,000 triad members are gathering on the streets, with those from Luen Kung Lok mainly concentrated in Central and Wan Chai, while those from Ching Chung Yee were intercepted in the Hung Hom Tunnel and North Point.

Among them, the number of people who supported Lian Gongle was more than 7,000, and the number of people who supported Jing Zhongyi also reached more than 6,000.

For a club with more than 20,000 people, mobilizing 6,000 to 7,000 people to show off their skills is a basic ability. If the number is less than this, it means that the club's mobilization ability is worrying.

But to mobilize more members to go out, preparations must be made at least half a month or even a month in advance. The larger the rally, the more preparations are needed. Otherwise, no matter how many people go out, if they cannot organize effective actions, it cannot be called a rally, but at most a spring outing.

However, Lao Zhong's ability to mobilize more than 6,000 people greatly exceeded the expectations of the police force, the Big Four, and other parties. Because, in the eyes of the underworld, Lao Zhong was at most a small-time figure of one or two thousand people.

Even if most of the 6,000 people tonight are Blue Lanterns, it has already proved Lao Zhong's strength. In the police triad files, Jing Zhongyi's name should be promoted, and the intelligence of the society should also be updated.

At this time, a dark blue Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit drove into King's Road and slowly stopped at the corner of Qingfeng Street. All the checkpoints set up by the traffic police along the way chose to let the Rolls-Royce pass.

Chief Inspector Ho Chin-pang, who was in charge of Tsing Fung Street, was standing outside a shop smoking when he saw a Rolls-Royce stop in front of the cordon with its lights flashing and its horn honking.

He was immediately furious, threw away his cigarette butt, and ran to the front of the car with a few of his men. He knocked on the car window with his hand and shouted to the young man in the car: "Police work, if you don't want to be caught, turn around and go back. I told you to turn around and go back!"

"Sir, I live inside!" Yin Zhaotang, dressed in a suit and tie, sat in the car with his legs crossed.

He Zhanpeng had a gloomy face and said unkindly: "Shenxiantang, stop making trouble."

"Tell your people to get out of the way and let me into Chaoyi Restaurant. Otherwise, my brothers will send me in. You can choose one yourself." Yin Zhaotang was backed by the entire society today, and his tone of voice was very arrogant.

"it is good."

"You are so powerful, but don't fall into my hands in the future." He Zhanpeng received the order to release through the intercom on his shoulder. He was very unhappy and had to say something harsh.

Then the sheriff at the cordon blew a whistle and lowered the line.

The tires of the Rolls-Royce ran over the cordon.

The loyal people on the street shouted, "Brother Tang!"

"Brother Tang!"

"Big guy!"

Fat Cat pushed open a window of the attic. He was wearing a Tang suit, holding a pomelo pot in his left hand, and standing on the restaurant with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He looked like a tyrant.

The throwing of objects by both sides gradually stopped.

"Grandpa."

"Grandpa."

The loyal boys shouted loudly.

On the street, waves of shouting were heard, and the morale of the thugs who respected Zhongyi continued to rise, and their momentum was as high as a rainbow.

The morale of the one-eared men gradually declined.

Yin Zhaotang got out of the car under the gaze of his brothers, and walked into the restaurant calmly and elegantly.

The disciple guarding the door clasped his fists and shouted, "Hongmen, respectfully respectfully greets Gan Lang, a disciple of the loyal and righteous Ge Dun Dao, and greets Brother Tang, the twelfth brother of Shanghai Street!"

Fat Cat said from upstairs: "Call Prince Rong out!"

"You don't dare to come, right? It doesn't matter. I'll be waiting for him here all night."

(End of this chapter)