Chapter 18: Inspector Wong, I Will Remember You

The police arrived swiftly, and with nearly every one of Big Head Sheng’s men injured—many even struck by cars—most hadn’t escaped.

Ah Jie and Ah Ji had long instructed their subordinates to immediately follow upon hearing firecrackers, so all of them fled.

Pig Nose Tong, always scheming, hovered near the edge of the battlefield; seeing Ah Jie and Ah Ji run off, he turned and ran at once.

Bull Head and Ah Hao, seasoned in street fights, kept a close eye on their surroundings, only slightly slower than Pig Nose Tong.

The three led away several men, leaving twelve wounded comrades from Sheng Yi’s faction behind. Seven were seriously injured, each slashed at least three times.

“Why are you handcuffing him?” an older cop tapped a younger officer.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” the young cop looked confused.

“You’re going to pay for the ambulance or the medical bills? You’re a fool. Just leave the seriously injured here; let their bosses cover the treatment costs.”

“Oh.” The young officer finally understood.

According to Hong Kong Island government regulations, to protect human rights, the police must call an ambulance for anyone injured during an arrest, regardless of guilt.

In the film Young and Dangerous 3, when Camel and Crow met Mountain Chicken outside a restaurant and a fight broke out, the police called a white taxi to take the head-injured Camel to the hospital.

Camel, being wealthy, arranged for a private room at his own expense; a poor fellow like Short Mule would have his treatment covered by the government.

By law, the jail time was minimal, and those seriously injured spent most of it comfortably hospitalized.

These days, gang wars weren’t daily but close enough, and with government funds covering it all, the police would be the first to go broke.

The usual approach was to take the lightly injured away, waiting for the gangs to post bail, and to leave the seriously wounded to their own organizations, aiming to make the gangs bleed financially.

The more chaotic the area, the fewer the police assigned; taxpayer money wasn’t to be wasted on poor scoundrels...

Of course, this was during the colonial era...

Watching the police haul people away, Wang Yaotang took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Whether or not Officer Kan had plotted, these young men had helped Wang Yaotang carry out the assault, so as their leader, he had to ensure they were properly cared for after being wounded.

Wang Yaotang could not simply toss his injured men aside to some bone-setting clinic, slap on some ointment, bandage them, and forget about it.

His men did the fighting for him; he had to shoulder the consequences for them.

“Staying up all night, learning the wrong things—going out to fight, one by one you’ll all die!” Wang Yaotang shouted loudly as he strode forward. “You bastards! I’ll be telling your parents about this!”

His voice carried, turning the heads of dozens of gangsters and cops alike.

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