met free Chapter 46 made him do it for me
Chapter 46 made him do it for me
This unexpected incident occurred during the boxing tournament, forcing the organizers to arrange for someone to mediate, and ultimately the schedule was temporarily changed.
Both sides agreed to hold another Chinese-Western boxing match seven days later.
This seven-day buffer period was specifically suggested by Tornado—he needed to recover from his injuries and get back into peak condition.
After this happened, the foreign police superintendent was initially furious, his face darkening.
However, August, the organizer of the event, keenly sensed the commercial nature of the event and decisively advised them to take this opportunity to expand the scale of the Chinese-Western boxing match and generate social buzz. He argued that ticket prices could then be increased several times over, which would surely make them a fortune.
The foreign police superintendent was clearly more interested in making money. Upon hearing Augusta's words, he had an idea and immediately ordered the boxing match to be reorganized.
While he was busy making money, he didn't forget Song Sheng, who almost ruined his plans.
They immediately sent several Indian detectives to invite Song Sheng back to the police station as a guest.
in the office
The foreign police superintendent sat in a leather chair, his deep-set eyes filled with gray pupils. He hadn't left Song Sheng's side since Song Sheng entered, as if he were sizing up prey.
He waved to the Indian police officer, who was wearing a headscarf, to close the door and stand guard.
The foreign police superintendent spoke with disdain: "Master Song, don't think that just because someone is backing you up, you can act recklessly here!"
This is my place. If it happens again, I'll kick you and your martial arts school out of here!
Song Sheng replied calmly, "Is there anything else?"
The foreign police superintendent loathed the face before him, loathed the indifference in the other's tone, and loathed the complete lack of respect in those eyes.
He stood up from his seat, walked around the desk to Song Sheng, and said slowly and deliberately, "I want you to put on a spectacular performance at the Chinese-Western boxing match in a few days."
But—you are not allowed to win!!!
"You're not allowed to win?" Song Sheng pondered these words, then looked up at the foreign police superintendent standing close by, a slight smile playing on his lips. "This is a bit tricky."
Foreign police superintendent: "Difficult? What the hell?"
He almost thought he had misheard.
Does this guy even know who he's talking to?
Just as the foreign superintendent was about to have someone teach him a lesson, a police officer rushed in to report: "Sir! A lot of people from the newspaper have arrived outside, saying we are illegally detaining someone."
The foreign police superintendent's face was somewhat gloomy.
For a foreign official like him, the most taboo thing is to provoke public opinion in the local community.
Given his status, he could indeed be very powerful among Chinese detectives, but in the Western system, a police superintendent is nothing special, and if something happens, he will most likely be pushed out to take the blame.
Staring at Song Sheng, the foreign police superintendent suppressed his anger: "Fuck! You're the one who notified the newspaper!"
Song Sheng spat towards the superintendent's desk, then suddenly smiled: "What else? Did you come over for coffee?"
The foreign police superintendent's face turned pale and then red.
How dare this Chinese guy?
Even if I refrain from taking action against him for the time being out of consideration for social impact, once the controversy surrounding the Chinese-Western boxing match has died down, will he still be able to escape?
And those newspapers that started this trouble—none of them will escape!
Song Sheng ignored him, turned around and opened the door. Before leaving, he paused and called out, "I'll be going now, officer. See you next time."
The Indian police officers in the office were unsure whether to stop him or not. The foreign superintendent, with a dark expression, watched Song Sheng's departing figure in silence!
After leaving the office, Fei Bo seized the opportunity to approach and whispered, "Hey, Master Song, are you alright?"
Song Sheng glanced at him: "Did you call these people from the newspaper?"
Although Song Sheng did arrange for someone to tip off the newspapers in advance, time was short, and he knew how many newspapers would come.
Judging from the tone of the other party, there were clearly many newspaper reporters outside.
Presumably, besides him, there were others who leaked information.
Fei Bo didn't deny it, but whispered, "It's good that you're alright. Go out first, don't let those reporters cause trouble, or you might get retaliated against. Remember to contact me if anything happens."
Song Sheng nodded and left.
Actually, Tomia could help him with this.
Mia's family status in her home country may not have any impact here, but her position at HSBC here, although it is a sinecure, is still at the senior management level.
HSBC is undoubtedly the leading bank in Hong Kong, and even Standard Chartered Bank cannot challenge its dominance.
It has the power to issue banknotes and acts as an agent for the Hong Kong government's finances.
HSBC executives have influence in Government House.
Let alone a police superintendent, even a chief superintendent is still considered inferior.
However, always relying on the other party's favor when something goes wrong is ultimately not a good thing.
Moreover, Song Sheng is planning to go big this time.
When they came out, Wu Jiuge, Cheng Beiwang and the others were already waiting outside.
There were at least a dozen reporters from various news outlets, mostly from different Hong Kong newspapers.
Song Sheng took a sum of money and asked Cheng Beiwang to give each of the reporters a 50-yuan red envelope as a thank-you fee, and to have someone find a teahouse to treat them well.
He then took Wu Jiuge and left first.
After walking for a while, Wu Jiuge couldn't help but ask, "Boss, how are you?"
"What could possibly happen to me?" Song Sheng smiled indifferently, then took a few steps before suddenly stopping, gazing at the bustling street ahead, and casually asked, "Master Wu, do you know where I can contact Big Circle Boys?"
"Big Circle Boys? What are Big Circle Boys?"
Song Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand.
I almost forgot, the term "big circle boy" only emerged in the 1960s and 70s.
At that time, there was a rampant illegal immigration trend, with large numbers of desperate people using truck tires as lifebuoys to swim directly across from the other side.
Those rubber tires are usually called "big circles" here, hence the saying "big circle boy".
In the 1960s and 70s, the term "Big Circle Boys" became a synonym for a group of ruthless criminal gangs with high military skills who acted in order to survive.
However, in the early 1950s, we were still far from reaching that point.
Song Sheng simply changed his approach, saying calmly, "Do you have any connections to get in touch with people who do dirty work?"
Ideally, they should be smuggled in, undocumented, with a criminal record, and skilled enough to have blood on their hands.
Wu Jiuge slowed his pace by half a beat and thought for a moment: "I used to know two people like this when I was practicing boxing in the walled city."
However, this kind of guy is quite dangerous. When he has nothing to do, he goes to the boxing ring in the walled city to earn some pocket money. He only leaves the walled city when he has something to do, and most of the time he stays indoors and rarely interacts with others.
"Please help me get in touch with them."
"Boss, what's up?"
"That foreign police superintendent is really annoying."
"Um?"
"—Get rid of him!"
"What?! Boss, attacking a foreign police superintendent will cause serious trouble!"
"He's just a police superintendent; if he's hesitant and overthinking things, he'll get nowhere. As long as they can't trace it back to us, what's there to be afraid of!"
Looking at Song Sheng, whose expression remained unchanged, Wu Jiuge swallowed hard: "Alright, let's do it!"