Having finally found one, Song Tianyao couldn't possibly let them send him to Sheung Wan Sheung Wan Hong Kong Island again. What if they spent two more days Sheung Wan and still couldn't find him?
He walked over and knocked on the wooden door. "Sister, can you help me out?"
"I told you I'm not doing business with you. Why are you so difficult to deal with? If you don't leave, I'll call the police!" the middle-aged woman replied impatiently from inside the door.
Song Tianyao turned to look at A Wai behind him. "Hey, the lady inside said she needs to call the police."
A Wai threw away his half-smoked cigarette, stepped forward, and pounded on the wooden door. For the past two days, he had followed Song Tianyao around but hadn't had a chance to show off in front of Song Tianyao. His anger was even greater than Song Tianyao's. Now, he shouted forcefully:
"Open the door! The police are here! Don't believe me? Wait till I show you my gun! Hurry up!"
The commotion inside lasted three or four minutes before the middle-aged woman finally opened the door a crack, peeking out with half her face at A Wai and Song Tianyao. A Wai revealed his holster. "It really is the police!"
Seeing the pistol on A Wai's waist, the middle-aged woman's expression relaxed considerably. Without A Wai needing to urge her further, she opened the door herself, muttering to herself:
"So what if you're a cop? Why bring up making wigs? The detective knows this new batch of goods isn't properly Detective Chief Inspector yet, but he's in such a hurry to send you guys to urge them on... Come in!"
A Wai and Song Tianyao exchanged a glance outside the door. New stock?
Chapter 220 The Heavenly Immortal Scheme
"No need to keep such a close eye on them. The master went out for tea with friends and won't be back until evening. The three little girls are in the back room with their backs to the door." The middle-aged woman said somewhat naggingly after the two came in and locked the low wooden door from the inside.
As she spoke, she sat down in the small hallway inside the doorway, picked up a few neatly trimmed strands of hair and began to compare them. Judging from her appearance, she seemed to know how to make wigs, but making wigs was secondary; sitting here seemed more like she was guarding the door for someone else.
"Be careful these next few days. Things weren't going well at the Sai Kung Pier the other day; even the Detective Sergeant were extorted for 300,000. Nothing else, we just happened to be passing by on our way to investigate, and the Detective Chief Inspector asked us to stop by and give him some pointers to make sure nothing goes wrong. Open the door, we're heading back to the station." Song Tianyao, a cigarette dangling from his lips, surveyed the surroundings and spoke calmly.
This low-rise house is divided into front and back rooms. The front rooms are the two rooms on either side of the main hall where the middle-aged woman was guarding. The back rooms are the two rooms behind the main hall. The only exit in the entire courtyard is the one guarded by the woman.
"I know..." The middle-aged woman pretended to sit on a stool and fix her hair, but her eyes were always suspiciously glancing at the two of them. She only breathed a sigh of relief when Song Tianyao did not rush into the room but instead reminded her to be careful and then simply left. In her relaxed state, she accidentally blurted out a Shanghai dialect phrase.
She got up and deftly unlocked the door, seeing Song Tianyao and his companion out. Watching them walk away and another car drive off, she believed they were police officers; ordinary people wouldn't drive to a place like this.
After getting into the car and turning two corners, Song Tianyao parked it along the street and said to A Wai, "It's not good to let Yan Hung steal the limelight again. He's already in the spotlight enough lately. If he sends Headless men, there's definitely something wrong with it."
"Could it just be training prostitutes? Brothels often hire women to train prostitutes for prostitution." A Wai, who had been following Yan Hung around and had seen too much of the gambling, prostitution, and drugs, immediately thought of prostitutes when he heard the middle-aged woman talk about training three virgins, "The Britain won't care about this kind of thing, and most Brothel owners have connections in the underworld and are linked to the Police Force. Even if they find out, it'll just be a matter of holding a farewell party."
The term "chicken girl" refers to attractive underage girls who, through various means, end up in the hands of Brothel owners and are forced to work as prostitutes. Many wealthy men like to hire untouched "chicken girls" for Ho Choi, making it one of the most heinous professions among prostitution, gambling, and drugs.
"This isn't your average brothel girl. A typical Brothel would have many henchmen keeping a close watch on her, afraid she'd escape. But here, there's only one woman guarding the door. While she's alert enough, the implication is clear: the fewer people who know, the better. Besides, she spoke a phrase in Shanghai, which doesn't sound like a local. Actually, nothing else matters. What matters is that she knows how to do hair. Since she's doing bad things, it'll be a good opportunity for her to work as a laborer in my factory. Go, tell Yan Hung to call Lam Kong. That guy loves women. Even without a big case, he'd be willing to play the hero and save the damsel in distress with three brothel girls. Besides, brothel girls are human too; they won't do small things, will they?" Song Tianyao waved to A Wai: "Go ahead, I'll stay here and wait for you to come back."
A Wai got out of the car to find a place to make a phone call. Song Tianyao turned the car around and drove back to the vicinity of that shabby alley. Now, this accidental incident made him less irritable. He sat in the car smoking, his eyes fixed on the two locked wooden doors in the distance. Big cases or small cases didn't matter. At least he wanted to get that middle-aged woman who knew how to comb hair to prepare to work illegally in his wig factory.
Soon, Yan Hung arrived with his men. Lam Kong was still waiting in Wan Chai to cross the harbor. Yan Hung touched the pistol at his waist, told the others to hide on the next street, and got into Song Tianyao's car. "Mr. Song, what's the matter? Headless will have to wait a bit, but it won't be long. He's impatient and paid to take a boat from the Marine Police to get here."
"It's nothing. You've been making headlines enough lately. Let him have it easy this way; he'll owe you a favor," Song Tianyao said to Yan Hung.
Yan Hung chuckled, "I know, Headless is good. Besides liking women, he's loyal and a member of our Chiu Chow family."
While the two were talking in the car, an elderly man, who looked to be about sixty years old, wearing a long robe and with a thin face, walked to the door, said something, and the middle-aged woman opened the door from the inside and let the old man in. This old man should be the master that the middle-aged woman was talking about.
But less than a minute after the old man went inside, he turned around and came out again. He watched calmly as the middle-aged woman locked the door again from the inside, and then walked out onto the street with slightly hurried steps.
"Go get out of the car and subdue that old guy. The Headless get here in time; he's just unlucky. That old guy is obviously trying to escape," Song Tianyao said to Yan Hung.