"Superintendent Wen, it's a pleasure to meet you."

At the port city pier, there were two groups of people: one group consisted of Ministry of Foreign Affairs staff sent by the mainland to coordinate and communicate with relevant local departments in the port city, and the other group consisted of local police officers.

Leading the group was Wen Mo, the Chief Superintendent of Police of Hong Kong, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

Wen Mo extended his hand and shook hands with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs staff. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've reserved a private room at the Peninsula Hotel restaurant. I hope you'll join me."

The people from the mainland waved their hands hastily, saying, "We have duties to perform, so we can skip the meal. Thank you for your kind hospitality, Superintendent Wen."

The Peninsula Hotel, a representative of luxury hotels in the port city, is renowned for its elegant environment, high-quality service, and unique historical and cultural heritage.

The Peninsula Hotel's restaurants are notoriously expensive.

It is said that a standard banquet can cost four figures.

It's no wonder they're so ignorant; they simply can't imagine who would spend four figures on a single meal.

It's important to understand that in mainland China, given the current economic development, some people may never earn four figures in their entire lives.

They wouldn't dare accept such a high-profile dinner invitation.

If someone with ulterior motives uses this as a pretext to write a report to the tail-cutting association, then it would truly be a case of losing the big picture for a small gain, and it would be too late to regret it.

Wen Mo didn't think much of the polite refusal, only saying it was a bit of a pity.

"Chief Superintendent, the police force has been deployed and is awaiting your next instructions." A young man in police uniform walked up to Wen Mo and saluted.

Wen Mo returned the greeting, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

The port city is a natural large harbor, with ships coming and going and pedestrians hurrying by.

On the surface, everyone seemed to be busy, and nothing seemed amiss.

But Wen Mo remained vigilant and told the young officers, "We must maintain good security at the port and not make any mistakes. Send a team to patrol the area and arrest any suspicious persons you find."

Wen Mo's voice was calm and steady, and he didn't interrupt, which actually made others more convinced.

The young police officer looked up at Wen Mo with admiration, only to meet his gaze. He hurriedly looked away and said, "Okay, I'll give the order right away."

China and Hong Kong have reached a cooperation and consensus that from the moment Leung Kwai-hang sets foot on Hong Kong soil, the police superintendent will protect his safety and provide him with accommodation.

We must prevent certain forces from taking advantage of the geopolitical environment of the port city to attack, kidnap, or otherwise harm the Liang Jihang family.

This is why Wen Mo came in person.

As mentioned above, no matter what, we must ensure that people are safe in the port city.

Ignore the rest.

"Is this all the people you brought?" Wen Mo glanced at the dozen or so people standing behind the diplomatic staff.

A dozen or so people isn't a lot, but it's definitely not a small number either.

It's enough for the mainland, but not quite enough for Hong Kong.

Nowadays, organized crime is rampant in Hong Kong, with gangs of all sizes and their own protectors. Ordinary families without any background would have been robbed or killed long ago.

It wasn't that Wen Mo looked down on them, but rather that the security personnel standing behind diplomatic officials generally looked rather ordinary.

That's why he kindly mentioned it.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs staff waved their hand dismissively, saying, "That's enough."

The security personnel were arranged by higher authorities, and there were also people secretly observing the surrounding situation at all times, so the Ministry of Foreign Affairs staff were not worried.

Hearing him say that, Wen Mo stopped asking.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed them out to the others, took one out and put it in his mouth. The police officer standing next to him, knowing what was going on, took out a matchbox and lit it for him.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Wen Mo's face became blurred.

The diplomatic staff glanced at it, slightly surprised.

He thought to himself that apart from his face, Chief Superintendent Wen was perfect in every other way. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and, despite being middle-aged, he had not gained weight. In fact, he was even stronger than some young people.

Just by looking at his strong, muscular forearms revealed when he rolled up his sleeves, you could tell he was a trained fighter.

Their skills are definitely not bad.

No wonder he was able to climb to the position of Chief Superintendent of Police in Hong Kong.

The diplomatic staff member was secretly amazed, but did not show it on his face.

far away--

"Brother, there are so many police officers patrolling and standing guard here. Should we still make a move?" A man who looked cunning just by looking at him stood next to a man with a scar on his face.

Her eyes kept glancing at Wen Mo.

They thought to themselves that this person was an old partner they had been dealing with for a long time.

The scarred man, addressed as "Big Brother," carried a machete and glared fiercely. "Fight, why wouldn't we fight?"

Such high rewards and commissions are irresistible to anyone.

Scarface knew that there were other gangs hiding at the docks besides theirs, including members of other large gangs. He wasn't afraid of anyone else, so why should he be?

I have no idea which idiot posted this task.

Millions were spent to kill one woman.

That's enough already.

Scarface grumbled inwardly, but aloud he was telling his underlings about the arrangements for later.

"Just scatter those police officers, and don't let the civilians go either. Once it's all mixed up, we can leave quickly after we complete the mission."

By using ordinary people to trip up the police, they gain room to maneuver.

"Make sure you all memorize the target's appearance clearly. He's about 163 cm tall..."

There's so much to remember, the younger brother complained, "Big brother, isn't there even a single photo?"

Having photos is so convenient; you can recognize people instantly.

The scarred man slapped his underling on the head and yelled, "Are you an idiot? If I had a photo, would I be wasting my breath arguing with you here?"

The younger brother became dejected and dared not speak.

The scarred man glared at him with a look of disappointment and frustration.

How could he have such stupid subordinates? It's a disgrace to him.

They don't even bother to think before they speak.

It's like taking a dump; if you don't pay attention, it often ends up sloppy.

The same scenario unfolded in every corner of the port, with almost the same formula.

Little did they know that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; the real big boss was still waiting to fish in troubled waters. A smart person would not choose to be the first to charge into battle.

Those who rushed in first were almost always cannon fodder.

The unpredictable undercurrents lurking in the harbor were unknown to the people on the cruise ship, and they didn't think much about it for the time being.

Lin Xiaoxiao was somewhat surprised as the cruise ship was about to enter the port.

She thought that a thrilling assassination game would unfold just before they entered the waters off the port city.

They were almost at their destination, but hadn't even started.

It's important to understand that once they disembark and meet with their rendezvous, the mission launched by the M side will almost certainly fail.

His sudden unusually honest behavior makes me feel like he's plotting something big.

Lin Xiaoxiao barged into Zhu Yuqi's room, pulled her up, and discussed the matter. In the end, they couldn't come up with anything and could only conclude that they should just deal with it as it comes.

never mind.

When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it.