boyutpedia Chapter 9 What? You want me to betray my brothers?
Chapter 9 What? You want me to betray my brothers?
the next day.
Chen Fan opened his eyes and saw a pretty face that looked delicate but a little tired.
Looking at the sleeping Ao Ming, Chen Fan was incredibly excited. It was worth the nearly one year of effort; he had finally won over this thorny rose.
"Didn't you get enough of staring at me for so long last night?" Ao Ming, unable to bear Chen Fan's gaze any longer, kicked him off the bed. "You jerk, don't disturb my rest!"
"Alright, then you get some rest, we'll continue tonight."
"roll!"
Ao Ming gave a coquettish laugh, pulled the blanket over her head, and chose to mute herself.
She was almost exhausted last night, and she won't bother with Chen Fan for the next four or five days without getting some rest.
Chen Fan wasn't annoyed by this; it's normal for this to happen the first time, and he'll naturally relax after a while.
Recalling the ecstasy of the previous night, he also remembered that the tiger penis he had drawn last night hadn't been soaked in wine yet.
Two rounds of ten-pulls have gathered all the raw materials. All that's needed is simple cleaning, cutting, jarring, and pouring in high-proof liquor. Then, just let time do its work.
The remaining ten Rehmannia pills and aphrodisiac herbs were also drunk in one gulp.
The so-called aphrodisiac herb is actually just chives, but the one produced by the system is a bit too big. If it weren't for its resemblance to chives, Chen Fan would have thought the damn system had given him a bunch of green onions.
Preserving the original flavor of the ingredients and putting them in your mouth is the best way to repay nature. Chen Fan sat in the living room eating like an ox, munching on the aphrodisiac herb one after another.
It tastes a little spicy, but the effect is quite powerful; you can clearly feel the heat flowing down.
"Wow, eating this stuff can actually improve your physique?"
After finishing the last piece, Chen Fan was overjoyed to see that his physique had increased to 11 points on the system panel.
Is this what cheating is all about? I love it!
drop by drop...
At this moment, the pager that Chen Fan had placed on the table started ringing and vibrating.
The screen displayed only a few words and a string of numbers: Chicken and Turtle Bone Soup.
Seeing these words gave Chen Fan a headache. He had come at a really bad time. He hoped it wouldn't be anything too troublesome.
He picked up the landline and dialed the number displayed on the pager.
The other side answered almost instantly.
"Moses, Moses..."
"What are you doing, acting like a brat? Why don't you just give up being a proper Chinese person and start behaving like a spoiled brat?"
Huang Bingyao's cursing came from the other end of the phone.
Even though Chen Fan had anticipated this and moved the receiver away, he was still startled.
Chen Fan casually made up a story: "Boss, you can learn from Ga Zai to let the other party speak first so I can judge whether I know them, whether they are friend or foe. This is a survival philosophy accumulated by underground workers."
"Damn it, you idiot! Did you miss something in the information you gave me the other day? Why did those bastards only steal two bags of fake jewelry?"
"I swear on the Governor's life that I have not missed any important information. The combination of six items and four cannons is the best I have carefully calculated. If I have missed any information, the Governor will have a car accident when he goes out, eat bird droppings when he gets out of the car, and step in dog poop while walking..."
"Stop it! You're really spouting nonsense."
This was the first time Wong Bing-yiu had ever met someone with a thicker skin than himself. He swore he wouldn't dare joke about the Governor of Hong Kong, but Chen Fan made up a story without hesitation.
"Then let me ask you why the jewelry they stole was fake? I turned the whole building upside down, but I still couldn't find the five million worth of jewelry that was stolen from the jewelry company."
"What the fuck? Five million?"
Chen Fan was utterly speechless.
Damn it, goods worth less than two million are reported as missing for five million?
Even the black tent that Sun Wukong carried when he wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace wasn't this tall!
"Have you remembered some crucial clue?"
Huang Bingyao's voice came again.
"Boss, is it possible that those six items were hired by the jewelry company as a front for something else?"
"The Great Sage Who Flattens the Tent?"
"Yes, the real boss of that jewelry company is a foreigner, and the legal representative on the surface is just a front man. Boss, why don't you check the company's insurance records?"
"You deadbeat! You didn't tell me about something so important that involves foreigners, and now you're bragging about not missing anything? You're such a loser!"
If Huang Bingyao had known earlier that those people were robbing the foreigners' assets, he wouldn't have bothered leading the police to intercept the ruthless bandits.
Ever since news broke in September 82 that the British negotiations had failed, the foreigners who were leeching off Hong Kong Island have resorted to any means necessary.
They play whatever makes money quickly. The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) is a sharp weapon used by foreigners to exploit Chinese people. They only treat Chinese people with a one-size-fits-all approach, while other foreigners are treated leniently. The talk of sending them back to their ancestral home for trial is nonsense. They just send them back and then release them.
Large-scale robberies have become a common tactic for foreigners to swindle insurance payouts. For them, the best outcome is that the stolen goods cannot be recovered, because this allows them to recklessly quote prices and extract money from insurance companies.
This money is as legal as it gets!
"By the way, did you take some people to Mong Kok for some business last night, you loser?" Wong Bing-yiu asked again.
"Last night, those bastards from Hongtai beat up one of my brothers for no reason. People in the underworld have to save face. If they bully me, I have to get back at them. So I just randomly picked fifty people to smash up that nightclub."
"Disrupting the event? Then why did I hear someone was hacked to death?"
"That's none of my business."
"Your presence here is none of your business? Are you trying to fool us?"
"What a load of rubbish! What idiot would be stupid enough to slash and finish off someone on a busy street? If you think Stanley isn't popular enough, you don't have to cut in line like that." Chen Fan added, "Besides, I know the law. Murder is punishable by at least ten or eight years in prison."
"You little brat, are you trying to get your hands on a firecracker?" Wong Bing-yiu slammed his fist on the table. "Talking to the police like that, do you believe I'll lock you up and give you a 48-hour package to enjoy?"
"Hey boss, sorry, it was a bit windy just now and I spoke a little louder."
Chen Fan immediately backed down.
He would take other cops' words as a joke at most, but this shameless fatso was definitely serious.
"You should know who committed the crime last night, right? Point them out to me..."
"Wow, you're asking me to betray my brothers? Do you think I'm too old to live? Even if you risked your life, I wouldn't make it to court." Chen Fan curled his lip.
Damn, being an undercover agent is no human being.
Even if Wong Bing-yiu offered him a deal to be transferred back to the police force after the deal was done, he wouldn't do something that would dig his own grave.
Given his qualifications, it's hard to say whether he could become a police sergeant if he returned to the police force. An undercover agent returning to the police force without a rank of chief inspector or higher would definitely not last long.
The triad will retaliate, and other police officers will ostracize and monitor the officer. In a lose-lose situation, the triad only needs a few hundred thousand dollars plus a cheap second-hand car to take a life.
"Why are you taking this joke so seriously? You have absolutely no sense of humor, how are you going to pick up girls?"
"Sorry, I just got to base last night."
"Ha, you bastard, you really need to be taught a lesson. Next time we meet, I'll see if I use my scissor kick to crush your head."
"Hey boss, is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up. Phone calls are ridiculously expensive!"
"I almost forgot the important thing, kid. Help me find out about a guy named Viper Bing. That bastard..."
Before Huang Bingyao could finish speaking, Chen Fan frowned and said, "Checking for fans? That's a bit difficult."
Huang Bingyao was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "You have something to report?"
"Everyone in the underworld knows this bastard hangs out with Luo Maosen."
"I know enough, do you have any information about them?"
"Trading information across industries is difficult and risky..."
Wong Bing-yiu's veins bulged as he listened, and he laughed and cursed, "You brat, if you want something in return, just say so! If you beat around the bush, you'll end up with a bent bottom that can't stand up straight!"
"I'm going to plant a flag in Mong Kok in a couple of days."
"Hey Diunaxing, didn't you just do a 49-point betting strategy? Are you so eager to do a big betting strategy now?"