Everyone outside calls Lei Luo the "Five Hundred Million Detective," but those foreigners probably take far more than five hundred million.
Dilu shook his head and said, "We gangsters aren't qualified to show our faces. No matter how arrogant Limpy Ho is, he can only stay underground."
Lei Luo is the Chief Inspector of the Chinese Detective Agency. If he wants to take action against any gang, he can just find a pretext.
Unless Crippled Ho flees to the Golden Triangle, in Hong Kong, Detective Lei is still the one who calls the shots.
Yang Sheng smiled and didn't continue the topic. Instead, he invited everyone to finish the dog meat hotpot and then left.
After leaving Kowloon Walled City, Yang Sheng took a taxi back to his small attic in Kwun Tong.
Hong Kong in the 1970s was a magical place.
The bright lights of Yau Tsim Mong, the impoverished residents of Kwun Tong, and the lawlessness of Kowloon Walled City all converge on this small island.
The rising Four Asian Tigers seem like a three-dimensional space.
Hell and heaven are both on earth.
For example, in a dark alley just ten steps away from Yang Sheng's attic, several gangsters were pulling and tugging at a girl who looked to be under eighteen years old, making lewd jokes.
Yang Sheng leaned against the wall and said lazily, "Hey, if you want to vent your anger, go to Malan. Don't disturb people's sleep here so late at night."
The leader of the gang pulled out a dagger and walked towards Yang Sheng while cursing.
"Which star are you trying to meddle with?!"
Bang!
With a loud bang, the gangster was kicked more than ten steps away by Yang Sheng, his body pressed against the wall of the alley, like a scroll slowly sliding down.
The other gangsters immediately stopped in their tracks, stammering, "We're with Brother Rongrong from Anton Straw Sandals, who's involved in money laundering! If you mess with Brother Rong, he won't let you get away with it!"
"Anton? Never heard of him."
Yang Sheng grinned at the gangsters: "My name is Yang Sheng, Yang Sheng of Hung Sing Lian. In terms of status, I seem to be a bit higher than your Brother Rong in straw sandals."
The gangsters shuddered.
Yang Sheng, the Fierce Dragon!
Yang Sheng, the fierce dragon who killed Nguyen Phong, the Vietnamese tiger; Yao Hui, the Nam Son tiger; and Feng Le, the mad dog!
For these low-level gangsters, Yang Sheng was truly infamous.
"Brother Sheng, we really know we were wrong! We didn't know you lived here!"
The gangsters turned pale with fright and began to tremble.
Yang Sheng glanced at the guy on the ground and spat out a single word: "Get lost!"
The gangsters, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, hurriedly dragged the guy off the ground and left in a sorry state.
Yang Sheng glanced at the pale-faced girl, her face still streaked with tears, and gently shook his head, saying, "Didn't your parents tell you not to wander around at night?"
The little girl sobbed as she looked with heartache at the fish eggs scattered all over the basket at her feet.
"My mother's business is very good today, and she doesn't have enough fish balls. I'm going home to get some more."
Yang Sheng sighed, took out a Hong Kong dollar bill and stuffed it into the little girl's hand, then turned and left amidst the girl's bewildered gaze.
However, as soon as he left the alley, Yang Sheng saw the gangsters from before being handcuffed and pinned down next to a police car.
Chen Wenyao looked at Yang Sheng with a half-smile and said, "Even gang leaders pretend to be chivalrous heroes and save damsels in distress? Judging by actions, not intentions, I won't sue you for intentional assault this time."
Turning to Le Zai beside him, Chen Wenyao said, "Take them back to the police station and interrogate them on charges of indecent assault, robbery, and assault with a weapon."
Yang Sheng sighed.
Without these hooligans bothering him, he wouldn't be able to get a peaceful night's sleep today.
"First of all, I wasn't pretending to be a knight-errant; I was just annoyed that these guys were disturbing my sleep."
Secondly, I didn't play the hero and save the damsel in distress. This girl had no breasts or butt, and wasn't my type.
Third, it's no use suing me for intentional assault. Even if I beat them to death, their big boss, Qian Rong, will say they fell to their deaths on their own. Do you believe me?
"Officer Chen, you seem to have a lot of free time. Does a senior inspector need to lead patrols?"
Chen Wenyao shook his head and said, "Patrolling the streets? I'm off duty!"
If it weren't for these guys causing trouble, I would have already started eating midnight snacks.
We've run into each other, shall we go eat claypot rice together?
Hong Shenglian's newest double-flower red stick, the fierce dragon Yang Sheng!
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