The Death of Lin Hongyuan

Four days later, before the entire Central Police Station, Wang Yan successfully took up the post of chief inspector, and his office was moved from the first floor to the second. He Shaohong, who had spent seven years as deputy captain, finally got his wish and became captain of the First Squad.

In truth, at this point, Wang Yan could only command the First Squad. He could mobilize the other two squads if necessary, but the degree to which they carried out his orders would be different.

To gain complete control, he could either completely win over Fang Yuantu and Zhang Xian, or have them killed and replace them with his own men. Or he could slowly work on Fang Yuantu and Zhang Xian's subordinates, gradually hollowing the two of them out. There were plenty of ways. He was in no great hurry; as long as people listened when he spoke, that was enough.

To celebrate becoming chief inspector and one of the dozen or so most powerful Chinese men in the French Concession, Wang Yan treated all his subordinates to food, drink, and entertainment that very day. He also invited all the Frenchmen above him, along with the other two chief inspectors and their squad captains, to enjoy themselves at a dance hall.

Inspector Wang became known as a generous, dependable colleague whom everyone praised...

While Wang Yan was celebrating his promotion and treating people to a good time, Lin Hongyuan stood before a street-facing apartment building on Father Jin Road. Dressed in a long gown, the old bastard had slicked his hair into a gleaming pompadour and looked exceptionally spirited.

These past few days, he had found life quite comfortable. Though he had lived comfortably before, there had always been something weighing on his mind, leaving his thoughts