Yang Chen thinks that he can't reach the profound Taoism of Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms, but his brain is so good that after so many years of training, he must have scheming, and he is much deeper than his peers.

Song Zihao stared at Yang Chen.

This desperate San Lang of the Kowloon Police District finally realized that the young man in front of him was really as described by those terrified thugs, unfathomable.

"Didn't you say that you asked me to go back and make a record, why are you stunned?" Yang Chenbei'er seriously looked around at more than a dozen detectives of the serious crime team.

"Hmph" Li Wenfang glanced at Yang Chen fiercely, preconceived notions, coupled with the suspicion of being a policeman, this girl decided that Yang Chen was a bad person, and a treacherous bad person.

Yang Chen chuckled, disapproving.

Later, Yang Chen was taken back to the Kowloon Police Station by Song Zihao's group to make a record, and after making the record, he was invited into a private office.

The Chief Superintendent of Kowloon District had been waiting for a long time, and the two had been talking for more than 10 minutes.

Yang Chen walked out of the office, and it happened that Song Zihao came over, and they met on a narrow road, Song Zihao said coldly: "I hope you will keep to yourself in Hong Kong and don't make trouble, otherwise you don't want to escape the punishment of the law." ”

"Thank you Sir Song for reminding me." Yang Chen smiled sincerely, and passed by Song Zihao, free and uninhibited.

Song Zihao was helpless, and Sensei was depressed, so he broke into the chief superintendent's office without knocking on the door, and asked: "Sir Zhou, what's going on?" ”

"When I came to Hong Kong to visit my elders and met a wanted bandit, is there a problem with saving my life and defending myself?" The chief superintendent surnamed Zhou behind the desk asked Song Zihao rhetorically.

"My intuition tells me that this Yang Chen is by no means a good person, his killing methods are so sophisticated, comparable to top gunmen, his two horses and boys put down sixteen people from the two SDU action teams in minutes, how can ordinary people do it, this group of people is too dangerous, and they must be controlled immediately." Song Zihao argued with reason.

"Our Hong Kong police are talking about evidence, and it is not a big mess in the world to handle the case intuitively, his identity is special, and it is indeed a legitimate defense, we have no right to arrest people, revoke the wanted warrant, it is the decision of the police department, if you have any objections, you can go to the commissioner of police, it is useless to argue with me."

Song Zihao listened to the words of his boss, was speechless, and left in a huff.

Yang Chen took a taxi back to the Peninsula Hotel, and Uncle Cao was the only one left in his room, so he couldn't help frowning and asked Long Wu, "Uncle Cao, where did they go?" ”

"Boss, someone called the landline in the room to find Mr. Cao, after Mr. Cao answered the phone, he said that he was going to see his old friend, but he couldn't persuade him, so Long Jiu Zhouding had to accompany him." Long Wu said truthfully.

"Seeing old friends" Yang Chen squinted and murmured, people are divided into groups, things are gathered by like, Uncle Cao is a gangster, and most of the so-called old friends are people in the Hong Kong underworld.

The call came to the room.

How did the other party know that Uncle Cao came to Hong Kong, and how did he know that Uncle Cao was staying at the Peninsula Hotel.

Yang Chen secretly screamed badly, and immediately called Long Jiu, who said that the three of them had gone to a teahouse on Temple Street in Mong Kok, and were drinking tea and waiting for Cao Zhenhua's old friend.

"Stay safe, I'll be there soon." After Yang Chen finished telling Long Jiu, he called the front desk with a landline and ordered to arrange a car immediately.

The Peninsula is very close to Temple Street, less than two kilometres down Milton Road, and it takes up to 20 minutes to find the teahouse, including the time it takes to find the tea house at the red light.

But Yang Chen knew that sometimes a delay of one or two seconds was the difference between life and death, and on the road, he urged the driver to drive faster.

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Temple Street, the teahouse named Haitian, the antique decoration of the façade, the terrace on the second floor, the Pu'er tea ordered by Cao Zhenhua, Long Jiu, and Zhou Ding has been refilled once, and the people who are waiting have not yet come.

"Mr. Cao, will the people you are waiting for not come?" Long Jiu couldn't help but ask Cao Zhenhua.

Cao Zhenhua shook his head stubbornly and said: "He won't not come, we have been friends for decades, and with his help, I was successfully smuggled to Hong Kong and had the opportunity to go to Canada." ”

Long Jiu nodded thoughtfully.

The bewitching Zhou Ding was always silent, looking at the prosperity of Temple Street, which is one of the most densely populated areas in the world, with 130,000 people per square kilometer, crowded with people, he looked at it, felt dizzy, subconsciously kneaded his temples, dizzy even more, and his eyes were a little blurry.

Bang!

Cao Zhenhua threw himself headlong onto the table and lost consciousness.

The dizzy Zhou Ding knew that he had been tricked, and hurriedly got up, but he staggered, and Long Jiu, like him, barely stood firm with his hands on the table.

More than a dozen people walked out of the private room inside, close to the terrace, Long Jiu gritted his teeth and scolded despicable, wanting to give it a go, but the medicine was too strong and he was paralyzed on the ground.

"Take it away."

The man who took the lead smiled and waved his hand, and the little brother around him rushed up, set up the unconscious three people with seven hands and eight feet, and quickly went downstairs, and the others in the teahouse turned a blind eye, and Shenghe's people did things, who dared to care, not to mention that this teahouse was originally set up by Heshenghe in the temple street.

There were two more vans at the entrance of the teahouse, and several fierce men got out of the car, looked around, vigilant around, and saw that their companions had put the three people out, and quickly pulled the car door.

At the same time, Yang Chenlongwu entered Temple Street, looked for it along the road, saw the abnormal situation in front of Haitian Teahouse from a distance, and rushed over.

It was Long Jiu Yang Chen who looked clearly at the last person who was carried into the van, and his expression was suddenly solemn, Long Jiu had an accident, and Uncle Cao was more than lucky!

The men at the door of the teahouse also found Yang Chenlongwu, and more than a dozen people greeted the two with hideous faces.

Several famous streets in Mong Kok, including Temple Street, often appear in movies, the old boys are rampant, very chaotic and scary, in fact, in Mong Kok, where the gang halls are lined up, there are few large-scale fights, and the law and order are acceptable, at least much better than the train stations in mainland cities.

So when Yang Chen kicked a strong man who rushed over, the people around him were at a loss and completely stunned, as if watching an extremely shocking kung fu blockbuster, and were stunned to see Yang Chen's dragon five destroy more than a dozen strong men with the fastest speed and most powerful moves.

At this time, the two vans started in a hurry.

Yang Chen ran a few steps to catch up with the one behind, smashed the driver's window glass with his fist, and dragged the driver out of the window, the van lost control, half of the body crashed into the teahouse, and many people were scared and screamed, and several people jumped out of the car, and pounced on Yang Chen with their teeth and claws.

There were gradually more people in the crowd who did not look good, dressed differently, there were seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys, and there were thirty or forty-year-old men, all staring coldly at Yang Chen, who was fighting.

Long Wu took the opportunity to come to the door of the car, and saw that Long Jiu Zhouding, who seemed to be unconscious, was lying in the car, no Cao Zhenhua, secretly screamed badly, turned around and wanted to chase the van in front of him, and found that the black pressed crowd around, and the momentum was violent.

Most of Mong Kok is the territory of Wo Shing He.

At the height of Heshenghe's prosperity, there were more than 100,000 gang members, including small traders, hawkers, students, brothers, and workers in teahouses and restaurants, and all kinds of people joined them.

This is the terrible thing about the big gangs in Hong Kong.