"Thank you, sir!"

Yaoyang smiled and patted Zhang Jingfeng's shoulder and said kindly:

"I have said before, you are Awen's brothers, you are our own people, you don't need to be so polite in the future."

"Awen, take your brothers to pick up the prisoner and discuss the report."

He Zhanwen quickly agreed:

"I know, head!"

After saying that, He Zhanwen led Zhang Jingfeng and six others into the only inner room and began to extract the prisoners and discuss the follow-up events.

Boom...

At the same time, the police station door was pushed open again, and four men in suits and ties walked in.

The leader was a middle-aged man about 1.8 meters tall, with a handsome demeanor and a familiar face. Although Yaoyang had never seen him before, he recognized him at a glance. Who else could he be if he wasn't Xiang Rong!

"Sir Lei, I am Inspector Xiang Rong of the anti-drug team!"

Xiang Rong did introduce himself immediately, and in the presence of so many people at the Mong Kok Police Station, he accurately walked up to Yaoyang and said hello directly.

While saying hello, he took out his ID and showed it in front of Yaoyang.

This really surprised Yaoyang. After casually looking at the ID, he immediately said:

"you know me?"

"Chief Correctional Officer of Stanley, the greatest contributor to Cointreau Hotel, and the youngest senior inspector of our Police Department!"

Xiang Rong said one sentence that directly covered Yaoyang's past.

"Are you checking me?"

Yaoyang was even more curious and didn't expect Xiang Rong to know him so well.

"Sir Lei sent someone to call my office directly. I don't feel at ease if I don't check!"

Xiang Rong answered honestly and contained a lot of information.

Indeed, if a colleague wanted someone from the anti-drug team to help, the call would never reach Xiang Rong unless it was an acquaintance.

Unfortunately, Xiang Rong was not familiar with the Mong Kok anti-gang group at all, so he immediately checked the situation here.

"Hey, you look really good at first glance. Xiang Rong is really a smart and cautious person."

Fang Jiexia next to her heard Xiang Rong's words and was truly convinced by Yaoyang's judgment. Yaoyang smiled slightly and said:

"Since you checked me out, do you also know about the conflict between me and Pan Xueli of your anti-drug team this afternoon?"

"I know!"

Xiang Rong nodded, still honest.

"Then you are still willing to come over and mention people? Aren't you afraid of disagreements among colleagues in the future?" Yaoyang asked.

"So what about Pan Xueli? We have long disliked him."

This time, before Xiang Rong could say anything, the man in a suit next to him, who looked fierce, interrupted.

"Ghost!"

Xiang Rong's expression changed and he immediately stopped drinking. Then he explained with a serious face:

"Sir Lei, I work in the anti-drug team. My mission is to catch drug dealers. I don't care about other things."

"Ah!"

Yaoyang chuckled and praised: "The attitude is correct."

At the same time, he also ordered:

"Ajun, take them to pick up the prisoner and give them all the prisoner's confession."

Ma Jun nodded and led Xiang Rong and the others toward the inner room.

Xiang Rong didn't say much, and he wasn't as polite as Zhang Jingfeng. He just glanced at Yaoyang and went in without hesitation.

After a busy day, all the members of the Mong Kok anti-gangster team handed over the prisoners and then got off work collectively. Yao Yang treated them to another big dinner.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, the police station's press conference on solving the case had not yet been held. On the first day of the establishment of the Mong Kok Police Station's anti-gang unit, news of two consecutive cases had spread throughout Hong Kong City.

Many newspapers that participated in the interview yesterday reported the news to the general public in the form of headlines.

Of course, this was not really big news originally, but with the promotion of Fang Jiexia's acquaintance, and the fact that Yaoyang was the absolute protagonist of the Cointreau Hotel two months ago, it still barely made the headlines.

Donglai Teahouse in Mong Kok. This is a place that Yaoyang has visited many times in the past two years. Most of the guests in the teahouse also know that tall and unusually tall man.

Although, most of them don't know Yaoyang's identity, let alone his work.

"Wow, the headline in today's newspaper is news about the Mong Kok Police Department. It's so strange!"

"Really? Do we have a police station in Mong Kok? We are old and have no memory anymore!"

"Uncle Zhong, we have always had a police station in Mong Kok, but I have lived in Mong Kok for decades, and I really don't feel that the police station has any sense of existence. I didn't expect that this time it would be so prominent that it would be in the newspapers!"

"

"Yes! Two major cases were solved in one day. This newly established anti-gangster group is really powerful!"

"Huh? Uncle Zhong, Uncle Liu, come and see, isn't this the young man who often comes to our place to drink tea? The very tall one!"

"Oh, it's true! I didn't expect that young man to be so amazing. He turned out to be a senior inspector."

"What is a Senior Inspector?"

"Uncle Zhong, let me tell you, this is a police title, just like an official position in ancient times..."

A group of teagoers with gray hair and many age spots on their faces, who loved playing with birds and reading newspapers, began to have a crazy discussion after seeing the newspaper.

They drink tea in Mong Kok every day, and almost all of them are old neighbors. Hong Kong residents, like mainlanders, are actually very regionally united.

When they saw the Mong Kok Police Department show their faces, they felt like they were showing their faces, and they were somewhat happy.

Especially when I see an acquaintance in the newspaper, I feel even more happy.

Inside the teahouse.

Boss Feng Si also held a newspaper in his hand. He looked at the majestic photo of Yaoyang in the newspaper with an expressionless face and mixed emotions in his heart.

In the past two years, every time Yaoyang came to Donglai Teahouse, he would almost chat with Feng Si. Feng Si had certainly developed a sense of friendship with Yaoyang, and the two sides had some friendship.

But Feng Si hates two kinds of people the most in his life, one is the traitor, and the other is the police.

Feng Si had known for a long time that Yaoyang was the director of correctional services and worked in Stanley. He also knew that Yaoyang was exposed in the incident at the Cointreau Hotel.

At that time, Feng Si was still a little happy for that young man named Yaoyang. He felt that that young man with such a great spirit had worked hard with his life and finally had a bright future.

But now that he saw that Yaoyang had been transferred to the police department, he didn't know how to face it again.

…

At the same time, other tea restaurants in Mong Kok. Since people in Hong Kong City have the habit of drinking morning tea, and almost all tea restaurants have newspapers.

Many people who drank morning tea either directly saw or heard the news that the Mong Kok anti-gang group was established in Mong Kok.

"Damn, I always thought that all I could say was enough, but I didn't expect these notes to be even more impressive! Just a few people solved two major cases in one day, including a drug warehouse case. It's just a dream.

Tan..."

A gangster with a sinister look and a young and Dangerous look. I don't know whether he is really educated or has the habit of reading newspapers. He held the newspaper and commented.

Beside him and at the next table were a group of young and Dangerous guys who looked lethargic, as if they had stayed up all night and were about to go back to sleep after drinking morning tea.

After listening to Chu Shui Quan's words, a few very curious guys became interested and said:

"What kind of big case is this? Chuu Shui Quan, read it to me!"

"Ah Quan, pass me a newspaper to read!"

"Blow water, give me some here too."

Chuishui was nonchalant, not thinking about it, and handed a few newspapers to the young and Dangerous boys who were willing to read them.

A group of interested young and Dangerous boys started browsing, and soon they heard a man with long hair and earrings shouting:

"Damn it, no way. I know this fruit shop. It belongs to Jiqing Taishan. I didn't expect that guy from Taishan had been hiding the white noodles there. It's really unexpected!"

"Let's see... this is really crazy. If we had known we would have struck first and done it, we wouldn't have to worry about it in this life."

"Get away, you are so cowardly, even if you know Taishan's goods are there, do you really dare to rob them? That's Taishan, the lucky talker!"

"So what if the person is talking about it? Will Lian Sheng Red Bull and I be afraid of him?"

"How dare you go to Ji Qing's place and talk like that!"

What the young and Dangerous guys discuss is different from ordinary people. It sounds extremely unreliable, but it is more certain that the truth in the newspapers is true.

"Damn it, stop making trouble. There was an anti-gangster group in Kowloon, and now there's another anti-gangster group in Mong Kok. These cops want to drive us away! How can we make money in Mong Kok in the future?"

"Wow! Look, this guy is so tall. He grew up eating shit!"
To be continued...