Hong Kong variety show: This gangster is so wicked he's practically wicked.

Chapter 21: On the Silver List, On the Black Weekly

Seven days later.

West Kowloon Police Station.

Anti-gang office.

Liao Zhizhong slammed the scathing weekly magazine he was holding onto Fei Sha's table, somewhat displeased.

"Fei Sha, what kind of work are you doing? Ah Le has taken in such a capable godson, why didn't you report it?"

Fatty glanced at the cover of the scathing weekly: "Uh..."

He was speechless for a moment, unable to utter a single word.

He originally wanted to explain that he not only had to keep an eye on Chang Le She Yan Chan Le He and Lian Sheng Sang Kun all day, but also on Bald Head and Big Eyes, so he didn't have that much time.

But Jordan was under his jurisdiction, so there wasn't much to explain; he could only hurry up and organize the high-level information.

"Get his information organized as soon as possible."

Liao Zhizhong didn't say much. After giving his instructions, he turned around and walked to the gold and silver list.

The list reads "Ten Outstanding Individuals of West Kowloon".

Many big names posted photos above: Uncle Deng, Long Gen, Jiang Tiansheng, Ni Kun, Ah Le, Lian Haolong, Liang Kun, Hung Hing Prince, Tung Sing Crow, and Pi Yan Mei.

The above are all leaders of major triads, regional leaders, and drug traffickers in the West Kowloon area, and are the focus of the anti-triad unit's attention.

Making it onto this list means that your power and danger have been recognized by the police.

In the underworld, this is called "passing the imperial examination with flying colors".

The list reads "Ten Outstanding Young Persons of West Kowloon".

The cast includes Jimmy, Chan Ho-nam, Lin Ho-lung, Hung Tai-tai, Ting Hau-hai, and the three Vietnamese brothers...

Tear off the photos of Chen Mei and the Crown Prince, fold them, tear them into pieces, and throw them into the trash can.

The photo of Lian Haolong was moved to the position of his buttocks and eyebrows.

Piyanmei became a witness for prosecution at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, and it seemed he could bring down Lin Haolong.

Unexpectedly, an accident occurred during the transfer to the West Kowloon Police Station, and he was shot and killed on the way.

The police station believed that he was loyal, trustworthy, and righteous, but there was no evidence.

Then.

Liao Zhizhong posted a new photo on the silver list.

It was the picture in the black weekly magazine where Gao Qiang was stepping on the prince.

"Inspector Liao, he's just a lowly 49th grader, is he qualified to be on the silver list?"

Lei Meizhen, who was sitting to the side, asked.

"What do you think, Fatty Sha?"

Liao Zhizhong did not answer directly, but instead asked Fei Sha a question in return.

It was originally his responsibility, but he had too many cases on his hands, so according to usual practice, it would be assigned to other colleagues.

Lei Meizhen is currently free; she used to work with Prince Hongtai and Lian Haolong.

"Absolutely qualified!"

"Gao Qiang is Ah Le's godson and the most capable fighter under Ah Le's command. Moreover, I suspect he has schizophrenia and extreme violent tendencies..."

As he spoke, he handed the information he had compiled about Gao Qiang to Liao Zhizhong.

Liao Zhizhong glanced through it casually and handed it to Lei Meizhen.

"You come and do it."

"Keep a close eye on them. If things don't look right, bring them back for questioning immediately!"

The anti-gang task force has a clear stance on those on the silver list: to restrict and control them, and not to allow them to cause trouble or escalate their activities.

Nip the crisis in the bud.

"receive."

Lei Meizhen accepted it somewhat reluctantly.

However, with Piyanmei dead, the debts were wiped clean, and she no longer had to pay her gambling debts, so she wasn't as upset.

To save herself trouble, she planned to give Gao Qiang a hard time first.

The Ice Chamber in the Cave Heaven.

A job fair for gangsters in the Yau Tsim Mong district.

After the sun sets, the blue lanterns all come out looking for work.

"300 yuan a day for sunbathing horses, no killing people, but you have to have a powerful voice and imposing manner."

A senior member of the Hung Hing triad was recruiting people. He stood on a chair and looked around at everyone in the ice room.

"I...I...I..."

The gangsters dressed in strange clothes in the ice room, upon hearing about this good news, quickly got up and surrounded them.

The price far exceeds the market price of 200 per day for sun-dried horses, and since it's for a large triad like Hung Hing, it's naturally very sought after.

The old man pointed at one of them and said, "Try saying something tough."

"Eat shit!" The actor Aki, who was pointed at, possessed the spirit of the character.

The old man, who was suddenly scolded, froze with a smile.

He then pointed to someone next to Ah Fei, "You come here."

"Go ahead and hit me!" Ah Fei blurted out.

Old Fourth Nine was provoked again, his lips twitched slightly, and he continued to select performers.

This process is similar to casting extras for a movie.

He tried them all one by one, and finally chose the big guy.

Just when everyone thought he was going to continue the selection process, Lao Sijiu said that he had finished recruiting.

"cut……"

The gangsters booed and prepared to return to their seats.

Old Fourth Nine spoke up again: "The 'Show Horse' is gone. Stanley is offering three years of advanced training for 50,000 dollars. Only one person is needed. First come, first served."

The gangsters inside the ice room looked at each other in bewilderment.

Only those who are desperate would take on such a scapegoat job.

Hung Hing frequently offered these kinds of jobs where people took the blame.

"The latest issue of the 'Black Weekly' has some explosive news!"

A newspaper vendor with an afro pushed open the door and entered, waving a magazine in his hand.

The crowd wasn't too excited; he always said the same thing.

Black Weekly is the most influential magazine in the Hong Kong Island triad industry. It regularly publishes gossip about triads and is one of the few channels for gangsters to obtain industry information.

If a gangster can be featured in this magazine, it's like an ordinary person being featured in Time magazine.

The price of Black Weekly was the same as other magazines, ten Hong Kong dollars a copy.

The newspaper vendor added:

"This issue's cover features Wo Shing Wo Ah Lok's godson."

Because Prince Hongtai loved to swear and was unhygienic, Ah Le's godson led a group to sweep Shanghai Street, and the prince wiped out the entire house. Hongtai was gone...

"What?"

"So explosive, so powerful?"

Upon hearing these strange yet popular items, the people in the ice cream parlor went wild and rushed to buy them.

In no time, the magazines he brought were sold out.

Afei and Aji bought a book and are flipping through it.

On the cover.

A tall and imposing man stood with Hong Tai, the prince, under his feet, his eyes glaring fiercely ahead.

The visual impact is off the charts.

The two quickly flipped through the pages.

The magazine wrote about how Gao Qiang clashed with Hong Tai's son, and how he ultimately destroyed Hong Tai.

The results were similar, but the journeys were worlds apart.

It's obviously fabricated based on multiple people's different perspectives, plus the editor's own understanding.

For example, during negotiations.

Gao Qiang told Hong Tai to wipe out the whole house. Before the battle, Gao Qiang was unhappy that the prince had used foul language. After the battle, he ordered people to clean up the streets of Shanghai.

The final version is as follows:

"Ko Keung, the godson of Wo Luen Shing Lok, went to Shanghai Street to have fun seven days ago. He found the area outside to be in poor condition and asked his son to have it cleaned. His son refused and even swore."

"Gao Qiang had no choice but to lead his men to sweep up Hong Tai's territory in Shanghai Street overnight. After occupying it, he personally led his men to clean it up, but they still couldn't get it clean after half a day of cleaning."

"In a fit of rage, he bribed the bandits in the walled city to kill Hung Tai and his son, who had been taken to the police station for hygiene issues."

After reading it, Fei and Ji exchanged a glance and smiled.

"Damn, these scoundrels are all talk and no action. Anyone who believes them is a fool!"

Aki rolled up the magazine, tucked it under his arm, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'm going out for some fresh air." Ah Fei also got up.

The two walked in different directions.

Ah-ki walked to the restroom and, seeing that Ah-fei wasn't following, turned and headed towards the office of the ice cream parlor owner next door.

After knocking and entering.

Aki took out several gold rings from his pocket and placed them on Uncle Bo's table:

"Uncle Bo, I want to be with Ah Le's godson, can you help me?"

These were all taken from the big boss they had just killed.

"It's fake, it's only worth thirty Hong Kong dollars."

Uncle Bo picked up a gold ring, weighed it in his hand, and knew the weight was wrong. He pursed his lips.

"Impossible, I just smuggled it from my boss last night."

As he spoke, Aki picked up a piece, took a bite, and bit it off in half...

Uncle Bo's forced smile:

"They were all pawned by your deadbeat boss's wife last night. All the stuff you have is fake from Temple Street."

Aki looked at the gold ring in his hand with a puzzled expression. "My sister-in-law doesn't seem like that kind of person."

dong dong dong-

There was another knock on the door.

With a creak, Ah Fei pushed the door open and entered, peering around furtively.

Until he saw Aki looking right at him, he gave an awkward smile:

"Aki, are you taking a dump in Brother Bo's office?"

"What a coincidence, didn't you go out for some fresh air?" Aki asked back.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Without saying much, Afei took out a gold Rolex and placed it on Uncle Bo's desk:

"Uncle Bo, we want to be with Ah Le's godson."

After saying that, he pointed to the magazine in Aki's hand:

"this."

Uncle Bo took the watch, listened to it for a moment, and handed it over. "It's fake. It's fifty-one in Temple Street."

"What?" Ah Fei reverted to his arrogant demeanor.

Aki's lips twitched slightly as he took out all the money he had from his pocket.

He then glanced at Afei and made him hand over all his money. Afei, dissatisfied, reached for the sole of his shoe.

The two of them pooled together 580 yuan and handed it to Uncle Bo.

Uncle Bo glanced at the wrinkled, smelly Hong Kong man, his face full of disgust:

"It's difficult for me to help you with such a small amount of money."

The two were about to put the money back in their pockets in disappointment when Uncle Bo stopped them with a slap.

Uncle Bo added, "From now on, neither of you should come here looking for work. You can eat, though."

He already has two major clients who have been killed by these two ruthless individuals.

The two exchanged a glance, and in order to stand out, they had no choice but to agree.

Uncle Bo picked up the landline phone next to him.

"Hey, Chui-tada, it's me, Apo..."