69novels Chapter 17 I said, I want a reduced sentence.
Chapter 17 I said, I want a reduced sentence.
After tonight's battle, Yi Zai's respect for Gao Qiang reached its peak.
Prince Hongtai was beaten beyond recognition for calling him a "little scoundrel".
He was even a little scared now, thinking that Gao Qiang had discovered his little scheme and was deliberately trying to warn him, so he quickly apologized:
"Brother Qiang, I was wrong."
Gao Qiang patted Yi Zai on the shoulder, "You admit your mistakes and correct them. You're still a good brother."
After saying that, he looked around at the group and added:
"I've said it before, as long as you put your heart into your work, I will definitely give you a chance to stand out. I'm a man of my word."
"But I will never show mercy to those who have disloyal intentions."
Gao Qiang first gave him a big stick.
Yi-zai and Cao Da-hua dared not meet his gaze upon hearing this.
Ah Ji, on the other hand, had a blank look in his eyes, reflecting on why he had lost.
Seeing that the two looked dejected, Gao Qiang knew it was time to give them a treat.
He looked at Yizi and gave the order:
"Yi-zai, take some men and clean up Hong Tai's place, load the stuff onto the truck and transport it back to Wu Song Street."
I don't want to see anything of value left to Hongtai!
"Yes, Brother Qiang." Yizi nodded and led his men to do their work.
Gao Qiang continued to muster his men, "Ada, arrange for someone to take the injured brothers to the gang hospital."
Also, leave some people to watch the venue and park the cars.
"Yes, Brother Qiang."
This time, Cao Dahua wasn't joking. He nodded in agreement, returned the phone to Gao Qiang, and left with his men.
Gao Qiang took the phone and called Tie Bi, "Tie Bi, you did a great job."
You can come back now; I need trustworthy people to do things for me.
"I'll pay the taxi bill when we get back!"
Iron Arm, who was on the other end of the phone, was initially annoyed, but he was deeply moved to hear how much Gao Qiang trusted him.
Most importantly, they actually paid for his taxi ride back.
Taxi drivers on Hong Kong Island are legally not allowed to give change. It's not like if you give twenty dollars for a ten-dollar fare, they won't give you ten dollars back.
Instead, if you give him two hundred, five hundred, or a thousand, he can keep the change without paying a single penny, and that's legal!
Iron Arm grunted in agreement.
Gao Qiang didn't realize that he was becoming more and more like Ah Le.
"Brother Qiang, is there anything I can do for you?"
Just as Gao Qiang hung up the phone, a man with long hair, who had his hair tied up with a headband, asked a question.
This is Ah Li, Jimmy's right-hand man from the Yau Ma Tei branch of the Long Gen Church.
Jimmy didn't come tonight. It was Ali's first time leading the team, and his performance was not satisfactory. They only managed to occupy two quiet bars at the north end of Shanghai Street.
Faced with the fierce contrast, he felt somewhat ashamed.
Gao Qiang reached out and said, "Brother Li, thank you for bringing people from your Yau Ma Tei branch to help us."
"Thanks to you guys drawing Hong Tai's firepower, we were able to take it down so quickly."
Ali was stunned for a moment; it was the first time he had ever seen a gangster take the initiative to shake hands.
But he could tell that Gao Qiang was giving him a way out, so he shook hands with him in a friendly manner.
"Brother Qiang, you're too kind. Just call me Ali from now on. If you need anything, just let me know."
Ali reciprocated.
Gao Qiang picked up the conversation, pointing to the bloodstains on the road, the scattered garbage, and the wailing of Hong Tai's henchmen:
"Brother Li, arrange for some people to move Hongtai, who is still able to move, to the side of the road, and then call an ambulance."
"Also, arrange for the brothers to clean up the streets, put away the knives, and clean up the bloodstains and trash."
Thank you.
Ali was stunned for a moment. What was Gao Qiang up to? Did he want to be a peace ambassador or an environmental ambassador?
"Are you sure?" Ali asked tentatively.
Gao Qiang nodded. "You heard me right. We're new here, so we still need to handle some things. Otherwise, why would those big water pipe companies hire us?"
When he said that, Ali understood, and it came within his comprehension.
"Understood." After saying that, Ali led his men off to do their work.
Gao Qiang glanced at his watch; it read 2:40.
It's time to report to Ah Le.
He made a phone call:
"Brother Le, it's all done."
……
Yau Ma Tei Police Station.
The meeting room is outdoors.
"Boss, after asking for half an hour, Chen Mei still hasn't revealed her supplier."
Should we give the staff below a heads-up?
A man in a white shirt is reporting the interrogation results to Huang Bingyao and hinting at using some special methods.
Although the evidence was seized and the perpetrator was caught red-handed, which was enough to convict Chen Mei.
But it wasn't safe or secure enough, and the merits they made weren't enough to promote Huang Bingyao and the others involved.
If they could uncover the person behind him and dismantle the entire laundry detergent network, they would definitely be able to move up a level.
Huang Bingyao shook his head and refused.
He is not such a person without principles, nor does he want to give others something to talk about.
Huang Bingyao looked at Chen Mei through the surveillance window and saw his calm demeanor, but he was somewhat worried.
He pulled out his gun, the Gun of Kindness, from its holster and scratched his itchy head.
At this moment, another person in a white shirt walked towards him and reported to the leader:
"Boss, I just heard the news."
"Wo Luen Shing Ah Lok's men just robbed Hung Tai's place on Shanghai Street. Chen Mei's son was seriously injured, which will affect his fertility."
This is good news; we can use it to break down Chen Mei's psychological defenses and induce him to cooperate.
But why didn't Cao Dahua report Ah Le's troublemaking?
Huang Bingyao nodded. "We'll put on a play later and let him know the news."
After saying that, the man in the white shirt nodded and let the two officers behind him go in to continue the interrogation.
The meeting room.
But Chen Mei remained unmoved, rambling on and on, saying that she had just gone for a walk but had gotten lost.
If asked about any details, they say they can't remember, that old people have bad memories.
Suddenly, the intercom they had placed on the table started working:
"No need for further investigation. A large-scale brawl has broken out on Shanghai Street. The heir of the Hung Tai gang is being treated. You two go and ask Lin Huai Le what he's up to."
After replying, the constable who played the stern-faced man glared at Chen Mei, then turned and left.
This news made Chen Mei's heart tighten. Somewhat flustered, she grabbed the young constable who was playing the good cop and said urgently:
"Officer, could you please ask how my son's injuries are?"
"Uncle Mei, you're putting me in a difficult position..." The policeman, playing the good cop, pretended to be in a difficult position.
"I'm willing to cooperate." Chen Mei was worried and confused; the Crown Prince was their family's only son.
At this moment, the police officer, playing the good cop, opened the door halfway and urged, "Let's go, don't be late for getting off work."
"I said, I can tell you where the goods came from!" Chen Mei blurted out without thinking.
"Okay, I'll ask around for you." To everyone's surprise, the police officer playing the bad cop agreed so quickly.
He turned on the walkie-talkie and asked about the prince's condition. The reply came through the walkie-talkie: "His testicles were crushed by a hard object, which may make it difficult for him to conceive."
The man in the white shirt deliberately omitted mentioning that Hong Tai had been swept away by Ah Le at the Tuodi store on Shanghai Street.
Hearing this, Chen Mei felt a chill run down her spine.
The police officer playing the good cop picked up his pen to take notes, "Uncle Mei, where did the goods come from?"
Chen Mei, now back to normal, playfully said, "We produced all the discs ourselves, and every single one was taxed. You can check that."
"you…"
The young policeman, feeling he had been tricked, was somewhat angry.
Just then, the door creaked open, and the young constable who had been playing the stern-faced role came back in, holding a document in his hand.
This was the trump card Huang Bingyao had given him.
"See? I told you to leave, but you insisted on wasting your time here."
People like them, who live on the edge, never tell the truth.
Just look at the evidence.
After the police officer, who was playing the stern-faced role, finished reprimanding him, he placed several documents in front of Chen Mei.
"If you confess now, the police will consider a reduced sentence for you in court; otherwise, you can expect to spend the rest of your life in jail."
The policeman playing the stern-faced role spoke with a hint of sarcasm.
Chen Mei innocently spread her hands, her eyes filled with disdain, and glanced at the documents on the table. As she looked at them, a chill ran down her spine.
The document above contains the registration information for a counterfeit factory, and the names of the "directors" are surprisingly listed as the "crown prince" and himself...
"You little bastard, I'll fuck your mother's ass!"
Unable to contain her anger, Chen Mei cursed the Crown Prince.
The two constables shook their heads and walked out side by side.
Chen Mei quickly stood up. "I said, I want a reduced sentence..."
Huang Bingyao, standing outside the door, smiled slightly and gently blew on the Gun of Kindness.
Get it!