Chapter 58: Police Station - 1 vs 3

Three police cars pulled up by the roadside, and Lei Zhun aggressively led his men out of the vehicles.

Nobody knew where he had gotten the tip about Wo Sheng Yi and the Tung Luen Shing holding negotiations here.

Swarming forward, the lackeys of Wo Sheng Yi and Tung Luen Shing immediately blocked the entrance of the restaurant upon seeing the police approach. Xing Hong, Ah Jie, Ah Ji, and the others stepped out at once.

"Move aside!"

"What are you doing? Is it a crime to stand here!" Big Mouth Fai said with a sideways, cocky tilt of his head.

"I said get lost!"

"What if I don't move? Go ahead and arrest me!"

"If you don't step aside, I'll arrest you for obstructing official business!"

"Let him arrest you!" Ah Jie shouted loudly, "Nobody move, line up and let this distinguished-looking officer arrest us."

"Pfft..."

"Hahahahaha..."

A burst of loud laughter erupted at the scene. Lei Zhun's face turned ashen, and the glare he fixed on Ah Jie looked as though it could spit fire.

"Silver Horn King, are there dozens of people here—is that enough for you to arrest? Not enough? I can call a few more for you. Is five hundred enough?" The crowd parted to clear a path, and Ah Jie sauntered out boldly.

"Fuck your old mother." Lei Zhun was shaking with rage, if only there weren't so many people around.

"Alright then, you said it. I'll give you the address; if you don't show up, you're a bastard!" Ah Jie sneered.

Another wave of jeering laughter erupted around them. Lei Zhun's temper finally blew past its limit, and he abruptly unholstered his gun.

"Boss!"

"Don't!"

Two police officers rushed over to grab Lei Zhun. This was no laughing matter—any discharge of a firearm by the Royal Hong Kong Police was subject to rigorous investigation. Once a violation was found, the light punishment was a reprimand, and the heavy punishment meant dismissal!

Even just drawing a gun on the street like this meant writing a report upon return, and a reprimand was a certainty.

"Oho, the Black Horn King is angry and drew his gun!" Ah Jie looked around, palms up in a gesture of utter disdain. Suddenly, he took a fierce step forward, pressing his forehead directly against the muzzle of the gun. "Go on, shoot!"

"Blow my brains out!"

"If you don't kill me, you're my grandson!"

"What's wrong? Too chicken?"

"Stinking scum, why'd you draw your gun if you don't have the guts!"

Lei Zhun's eyes were bloodshot with fury. A bunch of gutter trash dared to insult him like this!

Yet he truly didn't dare to shoot. Leaving aside killing someone, even wounding someone would strip him of his uniform and send him to serve hard time in Stanley Prison.

"Ah Jie, get back here." Wang Yaotang's voice sounded from behind. "Be polite to the Royal Hong Kong Police. What if he actually shoots? His life isn't worth much, but neither is yours. Fine china shouldn't collide with cracked earthenware."

With no benefit to be gained and mortal danger involved, there was completely no need to deliberately provoke the other side.

"Lei Sir, what brings you here? Are you looking to collect medical fees from me?"

Ah Jie chuckled, letting out a sharp "pfft." *You told me to be polite, but isn't your mouth even more poisonous?*

Lei Zhun gritted his teeth, glaring at Bone-Carving Tung and Wang Yaotang. "I now suspect you both of involvement in a case of intentional homicide. Come back with us to assist with the investigation!"

The two men exchanged glances. *Here it comes.*

Uncle Si slowly hunched his shoulders to make himself less conspicuous and quietly retreated.

Old Tung's mouth twitched into a wide grin. He had also heard about Wo Sheng Yi enforcing its internal clan discipline. To take a man's life right inside a police station—what style and prestige!

One Double-Flower Red Pole, plus a murder inside a police station, instantly restored Wo Sheng Yi's former glory and prestige!

When tomorrow's front-page headlines came out, they would thoroughly awaken the underworld's memories of this century-old triad society.

However... it had nothing to do with him. *That'll teach you to argue with me, dragging an old man like you into the station every single day!*

"Cuff them!" Lei Zhun gave a cold snort. "Our illustrious God of Wealth Yao is famous, so he won't need a hood."

"Naturally. Only those with things to hide wear hats, right, Black Horn King?" Wang Yaotang sneered.

Lei Zhun harbored vicious thoughts inwardly: *Very well, very well. I hope you're still this arrogant in a moment!*

Once inside the police car, Wang Yaotang suddenly chuckled. "Getting taken to the police station twice a week—I might as well start working here."

"A piece of trash like you is unworthy!" two O,B (Organized Crime and Triad Bureau) officers sneered.

"I'm worth millions, I ride in a Lincoln, and I pay homage to Lord Guan." Wang Yaotang turned his head to look at them with a smile. "Who do you kowtow to? The Queen? Selling your lives to the British for a few thousand dollars a month, is forgetting your ancestors something to be proud of?"

"I'll punch your lungs out!" The two O.B. officers instantly lost their composure.

They stepped out of the vehicle, were shoved and pushed into the police station, completed the detention procedures, and surrendered all personal valuables and metal items.

"Take the old man to the holding cell, and bring him to the interrogation room. I'm going to personally entertain him!" Lei Zhun's face was plastered with a malicious smile.

Inside the interrogation room, Wang Yaotang was still wearing handcuffs. Lei Zhun looked at him with a ferocious expression. "God of Wealth Yao, I bet you didn't think you'd be dragged back in by me so soon. You..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was stung by Wang Yaotang's contemptuous gaze, which reminded him of the mockery he had endured over the past two days. Fire surged in his chest, and dispensing with further words, he threw a punch.

Wang Yaotang sidestepped to dodge, bringing both hands tightly clasped together to violently smash down onto Lei Zhun's forearm.

"Ah!" Pain shot through Lei Zhun, and he took two steps back, shaking his arm.

"Boss!" "Boss!"

"Assaulting an officer inside the interrogation room! All of you, pile on and give him a proper taste of hospitality," Lei Zhun ordered, and the three of them rushed forward together.

[You have purchased 'Sandsang / Free-Combat' (LV2), Prestige expended: 500 points]
[Current Prestige: 905/3075 (Underworld Hero)]
[You have purchased 'Tan Tui / Spring Legs' (LV1), Prestige expended: 100 points]
[Current Prestige: 805/3075 (Underworld Hero)]

Skills: Driving (LV1), Free-Combat (LV2), Muay Thai (LV1), Baguazhang (LV1) / Fine Arts (LV1), Photography (LV1), Deportment (MAX), English (LV2), Law (LV1), Spring Legs (LV1)

Wang Yaotang took a forceful stride, charging straight forward toward the groin of one officer with a left Spring Leg strike—

That officer was so frightened he instinctively hunched his waist and curled inward, taking a direct kick to the lower abdomen and wincing in agonizing pain.

[You have inflicted deterrence on the target; the target's prestige is below 500, their stats are reduced by 10%]

Lei Zhun seized the opportunity to rush forward. Wang Yaotang smoothly extended his left leg upward in mid-air, executing a front snap kick—

Lei Zhun blocked with both hands, only to be kicked backward two steps.

The final officer seized the moment to deliver a flying kick. Wang Yaotang retracted his leg just in time to block it with his knee, taking a step back as he mocked, "As expected of the Royal Hong Kong Police, did you learn your kung fu from the Queen? So weak!"

[You have inflicted deterrence on the target; the target's prestige is below 500, their stats are reduced by 10%]

"Fuck your old mother!" Lei Zhun grabbed a nearby chair and swung it fiercely through the air.

Wang Yaotang shifted sideways two steps to dodge. One of the officers lunged forward to grab him in a hold, but Wang Yaotang locked his hands together and drove a vicious cannon punch straight into the man's chest.

He spun around, using his elbow to smash away a punch thrown by another officer.

*Crash!* Lei Zhun swept the chair horizontally. This time Wang Yaotang couldn't dodge completely and had to raise his arms to block, pivoting on his heel to evade slightly, yet his arm still radiated with a dull, throbbing pain from the impact.

Gritting his teeth against the agony, he grabbed the legs of the chair with both hands and gave a violent yank. Lei Zhun stubbornly refused to let go, pulling back with gritted teeth in a tug-of-war.

Unawares, Wang Yaotang suddenly let go. Lei Zhun staggered backward, only for Wang Yaotang to chase after him and kick him directly on the forearm. With a cry of pain, the chair clattered to the floor.

Circling around the chair and ignoring the punch thrown by an officer on his flank, Wang Yaotang balled his hands into fists and rained heavy blows down onto Lei Zhun's head.

Already boasting a prominent and rugged brow bone, Lei Zhun was terrified into protecting his head with both hands while retreating hastily. He never expected this to be a feint; with his central defense wide open, Wang Yaotang executed a rightward spinning back kick—

It struck him squarely in the chest!

*Crack.* His vision went black.

A sharp, agonizing pain flared in his chest, cutting off his breath. His throat tasted entirely of blood, and he had broken at least two ribs.

Wang Yaotang had crippled Lei Zhun with a single kick, but someone grabbed him from behind. "Get the chair!"

*Hah.* Wang Yaotang brought his foot down heavily, stomping straight onto the instep of that person's foot. Amidst a scream of agony, all the strength drained from the man's grip. Wang Yaotang whirled around and drove an elbow into his chest, sending the man's eyes bulging, his face turning purple, and leaving him clutching his chest on the verge of passing out—his ribs clearly fractured as well.

The final officer grasped the chair, his face a mask of terror. He could never have imagined that Wang Yaotang could still fight with such ferocity while handcuffed. Wasn't he nicknamed the Little God of Wealth?

How the hell did this look like anything other than a Tiger Descending the Mountain!

Wang Yaotang stepped forward, and the last officer was so frightened he hurled the chair directly at him.

At that exact moment, a chilling sense of mortal danger washed over Wang Yaotang. He dodged sideways just as Lei Zhun drew his firearm.

His pupils contracting, Wang Yaotang kicked the flying chair away while lunging sideways toward the final officer to use him as a human shield.

The chair slammed into Lei Zhun with a loud *bang*. The immense impact to his chest turned his face pale and nearly caused him to drop the gun.

"Don't move! I'm telling you not to move, dammit!" Lei Zhun roared with bloodshot eyes.

"What's going on here!" The door was shoved open violently, slamming directly into Lei Zhun's back.

Lei Zhun could no longer take the strain; blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his vision went black, and after staggering a couple of steps, he collapsed to his knees, dropping the gun from his hand.

Pushing the door open, Wong Ping-yoo stepped inside just in time to see Wang Yaotang using his handcuffed hands to choke the officer's neck. "Wang Yaotang, have you gone mad? Let go."

Taking a step forward, he planted his foot squarely on Lei Zhun's shin, causing the fallen officer to twist his ankle and cry out in pain.