Hong Kong film: Nephew Director Wong, what the hell is your dragon head?

Chapter 19 Protecting the Homeland, Defending the King, and Building an Army

"Boss!" Xiao Fu strode over, accompanied by two gunmen.

"All done?" Wei Chen asked.

"Everything's done, completely clean."

"Then proceed according to plan."

"No problem." Xiao Fu chuckled, then took out a pile of white paper and copper-plated silver from his pocket.

Golden Rat wants to exchange fake money for real gold, while Da Dong wants to exchange fake gold for real money.

Everyone wants to steal from each other, and in the end, both sides are completely wiped out. Isn't that reasonable?

Wei Chen thought it made perfect sense.

"All done." Xiao Fu changed the scene before excitedly speaking.

"Take the gold and cash back. I, Chen Haonan, will reward you later for your contributions," Wei Chen said calmly.

He didn't know if there were any survivors nearby.

If it really is true... what did Chan Ho-nam do? What does it have to do with my Lam Sum?

He likes to do things that harm others but benefit himself.

Once in the car, Wei Chen picked up the phone and dialed: "Officer Huang, it's all taken care of."

"Finished what?" Huang Bingyao was completely confused.

"Those big gangs, they were all killed in a fight at the Kowloon City pier tonight..." Wei Chen briefly explained the small problem he had noticed.

"Really?" Huang Bingyao's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected Wei Chen to act so quickly.

It hasn't even been a week, has it? Wei Chen has already taken care of everything. This kid is born to be an undercover agent in the underworld!

"Wait, I'll be right there." Huang Bingyao beamed with a bright smile, his mood instantly improving.

Less than half an hour later, a pink old man's car wobbled over.

Then it stopped, and Huang Bingyao landed.

"Damn, a superintendent from the Major Crimes Unit driving a car like this?" Wei Chen was somewhat surprised.

"I was in a hurry on the way here, so I drove my daughter's car. Don't worry about such a small thing," Huang Bingyao said, waving his hand.

"You have a daughter?" Wei Chen's mind raced; he wondered what Inspector Huang's daughter looked like.

If his wife is beautiful, his daughter must be beautiful too.

"Holy crap!" When Huang Bingyao arrived at the crime scene, he was shocked to see the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground.

He quickly took a few steps back, looking surprised.

"You...you made all of this?"

"What do you mean I did it? They committed suicide!" Wei Chen pointed to the one in front of him, who had been shot six times in the back. It was obvious that he had committed suicide.

Huang Bingyao was stunned.

You call this suicide?

"Kid, you're a sharpshooter! How did you manage to take down so many big circles all by yourself?" Huang Bingyao's gaze towards Wei Chen changed.

"Luckily you're an undercover agent, otherwise, with such ruthlessness, you'd be a menace in society."

"I didn't lay a hand on them. It was clearly their own infighting. It was like this when I arrived..." Wei Chen blurted out without even blinking.

Huang Bingyao was speechless.

Do I look like an idiot to you?

"All that stolen money and cash is fake?" Huang Bingyao searched through the items, his expression filled with suspicion. "You didn't switch them out, did you?"

"What nonsense! What kind of talk is this? I, Liang Chen, have always been an upright and kind person who hates evil. I'm the kind of person who wouldn't even glance at an old woman taking a bath. Would I do such a thing?" Wei Chen retorted.

Huang Bingyao felt he looked even more like him.

"Besides, there's only a little over three million in credit here; you can tell just by looking at the wallet. Da Dong robbed thirty million. If I were really up to something, there would be far more than three million here!"

"That's true." Huang Bingyao said thoughtfully.

He didn't care about any of that; all he wanted was the person, that was the most important thing.

Da Dong, the number one wanted criminal, is so bad that even the Flying Tigers can't handle him. He keeps committing crimes, which gives the higher-ups a headache, and he's dragged into press conferences every day.

Now that I've managed to handle it myself, that's a great achievement, and I can get promoted again.

"You did a good job on this." Huang Bingyao lit a cigarette, thought for a moment, and then said, "I will remember your contribution and will not treat you unfairly in the future."

"Whatever," Wei Chen said dismissively, as he wasn't planning on returning to the police station.

"You're young and promising. When I was your age, you were only a fraction of my talent. You're not quite as good as me, but you're still pretty good." Huang Bingyao casually took out his wooden gun and scratched his back.

"Iron doesn't work, so now they're using wood?" Wei Chen glanced at him sideways.

"Don't even mention it. A while ago, a group of students came to visit our group, and my gun went missing. I don't know who took it," Huang Bingyao said irritably.

"I'm still worried about this. If I actually fire the gun and it goes off accidentally, injuring ordinary people, that would be a terrible thing."

"So you deliberately used a wooden gun to scratch your itch, just so I would see it 'accidentally' and ask for my help 'accidentally' without having to repay the favor, right?" Wei Chen teased.

Am I that kind of person?

Huang Bingyao's face darkened.

In reality, he really is that kind of person, and that's what he thinks too.

But to his surprise, Wei Chen saw right through him, and Huang Bingyao was truly impressed.

"If you have time, please lend a hand. Those Edinburgh students are really difficult to deal with. I don't know who they are. If I want to find the gun myself, I'll have to send in an undercover agent." Huang Bingyao's tone softened a bit. "As for the favor, I'll definitely repay you."

"We'll see," Wei Chen said casually, then closed the car door and drove off.

He had done everything he was supposed to do; the rest was up to Huang Bingyao to clean up.

Otherwise, what use is he?

Back at the bar, Wei Chen saw Xiao Fu and two gunmen sitting in the office smoking.

"Boss!" Xiao Fu stood up to greet him, and the two of them stood up as well.

"Have a seat." Wei Chen waved his hand and snapped his fingers. Xiao Fu immediately put the gold and cash on the table. There was a total of three million worth of gold and nine hundred thousand in cash.

"You did a good job on this." Wei Chen tossed over 300,000 yuan.

"Here, 100,000 each."

"Thank you, boss!" Xiao Fu said happily.

"We didn't do much in this, so 100,000 is enough for us," the two gunmen said.

Wei Chen turned his head, and Xiao Fu slapped his forehead: "Brother Chen, I forgot to mention, these two are the helpers I called over."

"Didn't you say you were short-staffed? Now these two are the ones."

"One is named Wang Jianjun, and the other is named Wang Jianguo; they are brothers."

Wang Jianjun was wearing a black trench coat, his face was cold and stern, and he was surrounded by a menacing aura. He was expressionless and did not look particularly fierce, but he gave people the feeling that he was ruthless.

Wang Jianguo, on the other hand, is more outgoing, with a square face, and is a few years younger than Wang Jianjun.

Wei Chen watched the two of them with great interest.

He had already recognized who the other party was: Chang Wei, the most powerful villain in Zhongnanhai's bodyguards.

"But you seem to be a soldier from the Golden Triangle, right? Is he one too?" Wei Chen pointed at Wang Jianjun: "He has a three-edged bayonet at his feet, so he's obviously from the north."

"To protect the homeland, defend the king, and build an army—this is indeed a good name."

"Although we weren't on the same side, we met in Southeast Asia before. After they retired, they worked as mercenaries there for a while," Xiao Fu explained.

Wei Chen nodded, "That's right."

"Two hundred thousand is for you. If you think it's too much, consider the rest as a transfer fee. From now on, you'll be working for me." Wei Chen's expression was arrogant and slightly domineering.

"After all, everyone in this business is in it for the money. The fact that you can say that proves you have professional ethics. Regardless of your abilities, I like people like you."

"Okay." A slight smile appeared on Wang Jianjun's indifferent face.

They originally came to Hong Kong to make money.

The idea was simple, just like those guys from Da Dong: robbery, kidnapping, whatever was simpler.

But after witnessing Wei Chen's methods tonight, Wang Jianjun changed his mind.