Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 92 A chivalrous gangster?

Are gangsters in the capital really this brazen these days?

The atmosphere was quiet for a while. The burly man with the buzz cut, not getting a response, frowned and said.

"Officer, are you saying you won't accept cases from the capital?"

The officer on duty then seemed to wake from a dream, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and stammered.

"Accepted!"

"Everyone...come over here and line up!"

"One at a time! Don't push!"

With a dark expression, Stephen Chow slowly made his way down the stairs.

He felt that his dream of making a name for himself was like a punctured balloon, deflated before it could even take flight.

He was looked at with pleading eyes by the officer on duty, and had no choice but to sit down in the interrogation seat.

The burly man with a buzz cut sat down opposite him with an air of authority, behind him a long line of other gangsters waiting to be "interrogated".

Stephen Chow took a deep breath, took out his notebook, and spoke in a dry voice.

"Name."

"Short-haired Nan!"

The burly man answered loudly.

"Name!"

Stephen Chow emphasized his words and tapped the table with his pen.

"Real name!"

"It's not a nickname or pet name!"

After the routine questions were completed, Stephen Chow got down to business.

"What crime did you commit? Was it kidnapping or extortion?"

He stared intently at the other person.

Upon hearing this, Cun Tou Nan frowned and looked at Zhou Xingxing, as if the other party had asked a very strange question.

"No, none of them."

He denied it loudly, then puffed out his chest, his voice becoming even louder, carrying a strange sense of justice.

"I hailed a taxi!"

"...Why did you hit him?"

"Because of that scoundrel who's trying to pick a fight!"

Cun Tou Nan got agitated and spat on Zhou Xingxing's face.

"Officer, you have no idea!"

He suddenly stood up and began to describe the scene.

"That damn taxi driver made a bunch of passengers waiting for a ride stand in a row!"

"Then, like an emperor choosing a concubine, he pointed and said, 'Whoever has the shortest journey and pays the most, I'll give them a ride!'"

As the crew-cut Nan got angrier, he pointed his finger forcefully in the air.

"What do taxi drivers do? They pick up and drop off passengers!"

"What are they without us passengers?"

"They can't even get a hot bowl of shit!"

"He actually dared to insult me!"

In his concluding remarks, he appeared as if he had suffered a tremendous injustice.

"In a fit of anger, I beat him up. This kind of troublemaker needs to be disciplined!"

Stephen Chow silently wiped the drool from his face, speechless.

What's this called?

A chivalrous gangster who picks on passengers and gets beaten up?

For a moment, Stephen Chow felt that the taxi driver was not wronged in being beaten.

He waved his hand weakly, gesturing for the burly man who called himself "Crunch-Headed Nan" to sit on a chair and wait.

Watching the other person stride triumphantly to the wall and even high-five their companion, Stephen Chow's temples throbbed.

"Next."

A skinny gangster quickly sat down opposite him.

After another routine inquiry.

"What did you do wrong?"

"I hailed a taxi!"

Stephen Chow: "..."

Why do you all speak with such boundless pride and arrogance when you say these things?!

He suppressed his urge to complain and asked.

Why did you hit him?

"Because of that rip-off who overcharged customers!"

The skinny gangster immediately perked up, his expression filled with righteous indignation.

"The old lady wanted to cross the sea and asked him if he charged a crossing fee."

"That bastard said he wouldn't accept it."

"And the result?"

"Once we arrived in Causeway Bay, the moment the car stopped, that bastard immediately turned hostile, stretched out his hand, and said: 'Grandma, here's a discount of 150, covering the tunnel toll and return trip!'"

"The old lady was terrified, trembling as she said she only had eighty dollars on her..."

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, slamming his fist on the table.

"That heartless bastard actually tried to snatch the old lady's grocery shopping wallet!"

"How can I tolerate this?!"

The skinny gangster suddenly raised his thumb, poked his chest hard, and said with his head held high.

"My motto in life, Skinny Monkey Qiang, is to respect the elderly and care for the young!"

"This kind of scum who even steals an old lady's savings for her funeral, how can we not beat him up?!"

He gestured with his hands, making a boxing motion.

"I immediately rushed forward and unleashed a series of fluid, unrestrained punches!"

"They beat that bastard so badly he ran away with his head in his hands, crying for his parents!"

"Before leaving, I was still furious, so I picked up a brick from the roadside and smashed all the windows of his beat-up car! To teach him a lesson!"

Stephen Chow: "..."

"Next!"

The third gangster sat down. He was a relatively ordinary-looking young man, even a bit shy.

After the routine inquiry, Stephen Chow clung to the last glimmer of hope.

"And you? Why did you hit someone?"

The young man waved his hands repeatedly.

"Officer, I didn't hit anyone!"

"Um?!"

Stephen Chow got excited.

"Did you kidnap someone?"

"And then they extorted money?"

"What?"

The young man was startled by his agitation and shook his head even more vigorously.

"I smashed his car."

"Because that bastard took the wrong turn!"

He got angry too, and his speech quickened.

"I'm going from Wan Chai to North Point; he could have taken Gloucester Road, which would have only taken ten minutes!"

"He insisted on going around to Causeway Bay and Tin Hau before turning back to North Point!"

"The watch is beating faster than my heart; it's clearly trying to take advantage of me!"

Stephen Chow: (╯°□°）╯︵┻━┻

He suddenly stood up.

"You guys didn't all do 'good deeds,' did you?"

"yes."

"Officer, how did you know?"

Stephen Chow: "..."

Life is so hard, why is it so difficult to solve a major case?

......

The next morning.

As Chen Yuan stepped into the police station lobby, he immediately saw Zhou Xingxing slumped in a chair, with heavy dark circles under his eyes and staring blankly at the ceiling.

Upon hearing footsteps, Zhou Xingxing's eyes turned to Chen Yuan very slowly, his lips moved, and he weakly uttered a sentence.

"Good morning, Officer Chen..."

Chen Yuanming asked the question knowingly.

"Sing-jai, what's wrong?"

Zhou Xingxing struggled to sit up a little straighter and raised his hand to rub his face vigorously.

"Don't even mention it, Inspector Chan. Last night, some gangsters actually turned themselves in, and quite a few of them."

He had a long face.

"You're incredibly insightful."

"So, how is the situation?"

Stephen Chow: ε=(´ο｀*)

"Inspector Chen...you say..."

"What's wrong with this world...?"

"Listening to those gangsters passionately recounting how they beat up taxi drivers and why..."

"I'm actually starting to think... what they did... wasn't entirely wrong?"

Chen Yuan: "..."

He tried to maintain a serious expression and reached out to pat Stephen Chow on the shoulder.

"Sing, you should get some rest."

"No, Officer Chen!"

Stephen Chow suddenly became incredibly energetic, as if he'd been injected with adrenaline.

"I need to hurry and organize all the statements and materials so I can go upstairs and report to Inspector Niu immediately!"

He grabbed the thick stack of notes on the table and stood up unsteadily.

"It's a bit strange, but with so many people turning themselves in, Tung Sing must be involved. They'll definitely be able to open a case!"

As he spoke, he dragged his weary body and slowly made his way towards the stairs.

A few minutes later.

"What?! He dropped the case?!"

A roar filled with shock echoed clearly throughout the police station.

Even the female police officer who was having breakfast in the lobby was so startled that her hand trembled and she almost dropped her pineapple bun.

Chen Yuan: "..."

He sighed helplessly and raised his hand to rub his temples.

This child... is being driven crazy.

......

not long ago.

At Chen Zhida's home.

When Chen Zhida took the step of calling the police, he was initially filled with enthusiasm, but once he stepped out of the police station and felt the cold wind, he calmed down.

Opening a business and going against the gangs is like courting death.

Admittedly, the police could cause trouble for Tung Sing and would most likely be able to arrest them.

What about after that?

Tung Sing doesn't only have territory in Wan Chai!

They're all over Hong Kong Island!

Once Chen Zhida understood this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

I acted impulsively, far too impulsively.

However, he didn't want to drop the case so quickly, so he put the time on this morning.

Chen Zhida called Huang Bingyao directly.

After exchanging pleasantries, he explained his purpose.

Huang Bingyao, on the other end of the phone, expressed shock and anger in a serious tone.

They said that such rampant gang violence would not be tolerated in the Wan Chai district, and that the Tung Sing members must be brought to justice to give Mr. Chan justice.

Chen Zhida quickly said no, no, after all, his driver was indeed at fault. Dongxing's anger reminded him that Zhida Auto Service would definitely prioritize service in the future.

After some communication, Huang Bingyao agreed to help drop the case and called Niu Xiong.

Then, the scene of Stephen Chow going crazy occurred.

......

Chen Zhida hung up the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to get up when the phone rang without warning.

He picked up the receiver and heard someone speaking anxiously on the other end.

"Boss, some people have blocked the door!"

"No one can get out, and no one can get in!"