Yan Hung waved his hand at the other party. "Go make a call and have Detective Chief Inspector Yin from Causeway Bay take that unidentified body from the freezer to a hospital in the Yau Ma Tei area, then arrange for Brother Wing and Brother Shui to go and identify the body."
"I understand." The plainclothes officer turned and went back to the phone booth to make a call.
Yan Hung turned around and gave Lin Xiaohe and the lawyer a forced smile, "Mr. Lin, didn't you want to go to the hospital for a check-up? Come with me to complete the formalities, please follow me."
After saying that, he took the lead and walked ahead, guiding the other person toward the Foreign Devil's office on the third floor.
While Yan Hung was talking to the plainclothes officers, Lawyer Chen took two steps closer to them and vaguely heard words like Causeway Bay, unidentified corpse, and Detective Chief Inspector Yin. He then followed behind Lin Xiaohe and said what he had heard.
When Lin Xiaohe heard the words "Causeway Bay" and "unidentified corpse," he suddenly thought of a dream he had once had.
In his dream, Lin Xiaokang, who had been submerged in the dark, icy sea, opened his eyes.
"Get this sorted out. Yan Hung rose to power so quickly, he must have some rivals. Find his rivals in the Police Force. Besides, there are many unidentified corpses in Hong Kong, so losing one or two doesn't seem unusual. Also, let Uncle Yuen from Ngau Tau Shan send Jingxuan on his way. I trust Jingxuan. He's lying in the hospital now, unable to even find a chance to die. I don't blame him." Lin Xiaohe smiled calmly, patted Lawyer Chen's shoulder, and walked calmly up the stairs.
Even if Lin Xiaokang opens his eyes, he can make his good-for-nothing younger brother close them again.
At the corner of the stairs, Lin Xiaohe and looked towards the tightly closed interrogation room; the door showed no sign of opening.
No wonder you came in to keep me company. Did you get information about Lin Xiaokang from Liao Jingxuan or his men? So you're trying to stall me?
Having received the instructions, Lawyer Chen turned and walked down the stairs. The night seemed to have dragged on for far too long.
Green Tun Villas, Macau.
Pedro Lobo, still in his sleep, stood in front of the French windows of his bedroom, holding a glass of red wine, gazing at the moonlit sky.
The Border Gate incident is no longer his concern; let the Governor of Macau and the Portugal government deal with it and worry about the face of this declining empire. China's attitude is firm: Portugal must admit its mistake, apologize, and pay compensation—all three are indispensable. If they fail to do so, the Border Gate will remain closed.
He dedicated his entire life to the Macau Street. Whether it was He Xian or the Governor of Macau, they would all praise him for his life of ups and downs, yet he remained calm in the face of honor and disgrace. In the eyes of the Governor of Macau, he was Portugal, brave and resourceful, a pillar of strength. In the eyes of He Xian, he was a capable Portugal official with extensive connections and a shrewd mind.
The phrase "great ups and downs" seems to be something that can be engraved on his tombstone after his death.
But this wasn't the word Pedro Lobo wanted. At just over twenty years old, he became the Opium Commissioner of Macau and a confidant of the Governor of Macau wife. After such a meteoric rise, what he wanted more was to soar to new heights, rather than to fall hard and slowly climb out of the abyss.
Over the decades, Pedro Lobo has reconciled with many opponents and forgiven many enemies, but he cannot forgive Lin Xizhen, even though Lin Xizhen has died from being shot.
It was Lin Xizhen's open letter that confined him to the small Macau for the rest of his life; otherwise, he could have returned to Portugal with the Governor of Macau and perhaps become a prominent figure in Portugal.
Whether eliminating the entire Lin Family would resolve his resentment was unclear to Pedro Lobo, but as long as the Lin Family remained, he would definitely feel uncomfortable.
"Ring ring ring." The phone rang in the living room.
Instead of bothering the butler, whose hair had turned as white as his own, Pedro Lobo went to the living room and answered the phone himself, "This is Pedro Lobo."
"Lin Xiaohe, and Lin Xiao qia is suspected of smuggling rubber tree seeds and has been taken to the Police Station. It's unlikely they'll be released in twelve days, let alone twelve hours. Lin Xiaoze is in the hospital. From tomorrow morning, only Lin Xiaosen will be in charge of the Lin Family. The Commissioner of the Police Department, the Police Force Political Department, and Customs have all been arranged. Most tabloids have also prepared press releases. Song Tianyao said he's done everything he can with this knife. Dr. Pedro Lobo, you decide what to do next." It was Ji Wenming's voice on the other end of the phone.
Pedro Lobo held the receiver in one hand and took a sip of red wine from his glass with the other. "What if Lin Xiaoze steps in to take charge?"
"Tomorrow, even more workers will gather at the Labour Department, keeping Lin Xiaosen scrambling. If Lin Xiao rushes to step forward and take charge, will Madam Lin Family suspect that Lin Xiaoze orchestrated this whole thing? Cutting off his brothers and seizing power won't matter anymore, because Lin Yujing and her daughter, along with their legal team, are ready to pounce. They're waiting for him to step forward and smash the last pillar of the Lin Family, leaving each of the four brothers smeared with dirt." Ji Wenming's voice seemed to carry an barely suppressed excitement as he spoke of Song Tianyao's plan, "Dr. Pedro Lobo, should we have the He Family's English newspapers go to President Kang * Hong Kong Business Weekly * to collect the press releases and photos? Any later and the newspapers might be..."
Pedro Lobo remained silent for a full five or six minutes, until Ji Wenming on the other end of the phone asked again, then he gripped the receiver tightly and let out a heavy sigh:
"Okay, I'll call He Dong."
Chapter 406 Wait for me to get out
With a "thud," Huang Liu plunged his knife into Uncle Bing's abdomen, slamming the wide-eyed Uncle Bing against the wall. Even though the other man was no longer able to fight back and both knives had fallen to the ground, Huang Liu continued to thrust his left-hand knife toward Uncle Bing's abdomen.
Each time the blade pierced the opponent's abdomen, it made a "thud" sound.
"Huff... huff... huff..." Huang Liu gasped for breath until Uncle Bing head and face were covered in blood, became completely unresponsive. His body slowly slid down and sat down. Only then did Huang Liu stop moving, looking down at the two huge wounds on his thigh and waist, where the flesh had been torn open. The intense pain from the wounds made Huang Liu gasp for breath, his body even trembling slightly. "Hiss... hiss... ah... old man, I told you I didn't need a gun... I could... kill you, you bastard. You almost made me a eunuch. Your knife skills are not bad, no wonder you've lived so long."
He hopped onto the bench, straightened his back and legs, took a deep breath, took out painkillers he had prepared beforehand from his suit pocket and swallowed them. He then took out a bandage and haphazardly bandaged his wounds. Both of his stab wounds were slashing wounds, not puncture wounds. The wounds looked extremely gruesome, but the amount of bleeding and the severity of the injuries were not too serious. While bandaging his wounds, Huang Liu glanced at Uncle Bing, who was slumped against the opposite wall, his eyes wide open in death. After the wounds were bandaged, Huang Liu grinned, revealing his teeth, which were covered with bright red blood from biting his lips in pain. His teeth were white and blood red, making him look like a man-eating beast. "You thought the mother and daughter were left in the ward waiting for you to take them away? What a joke, idiot... Ouch... Ah... It hurts so much. Luckily Fuyixing's men sent the nurses away beforehand, otherwise they would have laughed themselves to death if they saw me struggling to beat an old man like that. You old devil, your knife strikes are so insidious. I wonder if I'll still be able to stand up in the future..."