Chapter 80

Since Chief Zhang made the decision, Ferren naturally became a patrol mounted police officer.

This might be the first time in the history of the Traffic Department that a mounted police officer patrolled on an iron horse. Therefore, when he officially started his day shift the next day, many of his colleagues on duty were greatly puzzled, none of them could understand why this newly transferred inspector would like to patrol the streets and get dusty.

However, it wasn't long before well-informed people revealed that the newly transferred inspector was none other than Ferren, the heroic detective who had recently made headlines by solving four major cases in a few weeks. For a time, Ferren's name caused a stir in the entire patrol department, and both new and old mounted police officers held him in high regard. Even though Ferren was stern and unsmiling to unfamiliar colleagues, many still went out of their way to "run into" him, just to say, "Hello, Sir!"

After the briefing, checking the equipment, and loading the .38 revolver, the team mounted their iron horses and rode out of the headquarters. Since Mo Wanning was an experienced mounted police officer and had worked with Ferren for some time, Inspector Wen, who managed their team, assigned Ferren and Mo to work together.

After they went on duty, Ferren didn't show off his driving skills but simply followed behind Mo Wanning, using the radio to ask, "Ah Ning, the last time I saw you, you were stationed in Tai Po and Sai Kung. How do you know Chief Zhang and Inspector Wen so well?"

"Ferren Sir, didn't I tell you yesterday that they were my former superiors?" Mo Wanning smiled. "I joined the police academy right after finishing my Form Five, and after training, I was assigned to the Hong Kong Island Traffic Department. I was only transferred to the Eastern Kowloon District a little over a year ago!"

"Oh~ I see, so you have a wide network of acquaintances!"

Mo Wanning smiled but didn't say anything more, focusing on driving as they headed towards Causeway Bay.

When they reached the intersection of Causeway Bay Road, Ferren and Mo pulled over, and Mo Wanning said, "Ferren Sir, today we are mainly responsible for patrolling the triangular area between Luard Road, Yee Wo Street, and Bowshing Street."

Ferren, who was familiar with the area, said, "OK, I'll head to the intersection of Luard Road and Bowshing Street first. I'll let you know when I get there, and then I'll patrol counterclockwise, checking the side streets in between."

"Alright!" Mo Wanning agreed, and Ferren immediately mounted his iron horse and headed to Luard Road. After arriving, he informed Mo Wanning, and the two began their patrol for the day.

The morning passed quickly, and Ferren didn't hold back. Whenever he saw a car parked illegally, he issued a ticket, and in just a few hours, he had issued a large stack of tickets.

When it was time for lunch, the two met up, and Mo Wanning, seeing the tickets in Ferren's hand, almost couldn't believe her eyes: "Ferren Sir, that's a bit much, isn't it?"

Ferren replied, "What's too much? If they violate the rules, they get fined!"

"No, what I mean is, look at me. I issued about ten tickets in the morning, which is the average. It's enough to warn the public without being too aggressive," Mo Wanning explained. "Other colleagues issue about the same number of tickets in a day. If you're too aggressive, are they not doing their job, or are you being too strict?"

Ferren understood the point but was too excited on his first day as a mounted police officer. He laughed and said, "Neither, it's just that there were too many people willing to break the rules in our area today!"

"Ferren Sir, fines are just a means. Educating the public to follow traffic laws is the real goal," Mo Wanning earnestly advised.

Ferren didn't listen to her and said, "Some people won't feel the pain until their wallets are empty. Are you not hungry? Let's eat!"

Mo Wanning, helpless, went to the counter to order food for Ferren.

At this moment, a call from an unknown number came to Ferren's phone. He hesitated for a moment before answering, "Hello, who is this?"

A familiar and pleasant female voice came from the other end, "Hello, is this Mr. Ferren?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"I'm Mr. Zhuang's secretary, Tina!"

Ferren was momentarily confused, "Which Mr. Zhuang?" Then he realized, "Oh, you mean Zhuang Sheng?"

"Yes, yes, I saw you outside No. 86 the other day!" Tina tried to get closer.

Ferren, not in a good mood, said, "What's the matter?"

Tina, knowing Ferren wasn't easy to deal with, quickly said, "Mr. Ferren, before Mr. Zhuang went to the mainland, he instructed me that if there were any company matters I couldn't decide on, I should find you!"

"Rubbish! The company isn't mine, why should I care?" Ferren hung up the phone after saying this.

Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, Tina called back, "Mr. Ferren, please listen to me. Mr. Zhuang's company hasn't had any business for a long time, and he suddenly went to the mainland. Now there's a business opportunity, and we don't know whether to take it or not. Please help Mr. Zhuang make a decision!"

Ferren really didn't want to get involved in such trivial matters, but Tina's words about "suddenly going to the mainland" reminded him. After all, he had sent Zhuang Sheng to Fujian, so he should take responsibility: "Alright, I'll help, but I'm only available after 6 PM. No matter how important the client is, have them meet me at the West Restaurant of the Grand Hyatt Hotel tonight. I'll treat!"

"Thank you, Mr. Ferren, thank you!" Tina hung up the phone, grateful, and then turned to a middle-aged man who looked about 70% like Zhuang Sheng but was much older, "Mr. Chen, Mr. Ferren has agreed."

The middle-aged man was a bit discouraged, "I don't know what Zhuang Sheng was thinking, why did he have to get involved with this Ferren?"

Tina said, "I don't know about other things, but I do know one thing: Mr. Ferren is quite wealthy. He lives at No. 86, Shallow Water Bay."

The middle-aged man was surprised and then asked, "How much can he contribute to this investment?"

After lunch, Ferren and Mo Wanning rested for a while and continued their patrol. They rode forward for a bit on Causeway Bay Road, planning to split up, when they saw a GTR sports car coming in the wrong direction and screeching to a stop by the roadside.

Mo Wanning, who had just been advising Ferren to be calm and issue fewer tickets, immediately lost her composure, turned on the siren, and rode over. Seeing Mo Wanning already approaching, Ferren didn't rush and slowly followed behind.

Two gangsters jumped out of the GTR, about to head into a nightclub on a side street, when Mo Wanning stopped them, sternly demanding, "Your car just violated the rules by driving in the wrong direction. Driver's license and ID!"

One of them, a blond-haired gangster who seemed to be the leader, said, "Hey, lady, why are you shouting at us good citizens?"

"Sorry, I saw your car driving in the wrong direction just now. Please show me your driver's license and ID!" Mo Wanning's tone softened a bit on the second sentence.

The two gangsters immediately thought Mo Wanning was easy to bully. The other, with multicolored hair, spread his arms wide and grinned, "Lady, I wasn't driving just now, and I don't have my ID. But you can search me. Come on, feel free to touch!" As he spoke, he took a couple of steps closer to Mo Wanning.

Mo Wanning, who had never encountered such a difficult gangster, was quite embarrassed, took a small step back, and stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

Unfortunately, Ferren, who had just arrived, overheard the gangster's words. He parked his iron horse, approached, and sneered, "Alright, I'll check. Let's see if you have any drugs hidden!" As he spoke, his right hand cracked, and he aimed for the gangster's crotch.

The multicolored-haired gangster was startled and quickly clamped his legs together, retreating to the side of the blond-haired gangster.

Ferren coldly said to the blond-haired gangster, "Driver's license and ID, now! Otherwise, I'll call a tow truck to take your GTR away."

The blond-haired gangster, though intimidated, still put on a brave front in front of his subordinate, "My GTR isn't parked illegally here. What right do you have to tow it?"

This question left Mo Wanning, who had just calmed down, speechless. Ferren, however, smiled and pulled out a stack of thousand-dollar Hong Kong bills from his wallet (hidden ring), didn't count them, and walked straight to the blond-haired gangster, shoving the money into his pocket, leaving him confused. Then, he turned and kicked the GTR's windshield with a powerful kick.

"Whoosh—Bang!!"

The GTR's front windshield shattered from Ferren's kick. "OK, now the car can be towed, right?"

Not only the two gangsters but even Mo Wanning's eyes widened in shock. Was this how law enforcement was supposed to be done? And the force of the kick to shatter the windshield must have been enormous.

"Hand over your driver's licenses and IDs, I need to register them, now!"

So, when Ferren repeated his request, the two gangsters hurriedly fished out their IDs and handed them to Mo Wanning. As for Ferren, they kept their distance, fearing he might kick them like the windshield, which would leave them permanently disabled. Even if they complained later, the most Ferren would lose was his job, but their bodies would be damaged for life.

Mo Wanning, taking the IDs, busied herself with recording and issuing tickets. At this moment, a group of gangsters, looking disreputable, came out of the nightclub. The leader, spotting the blond-haired gangster, shouted from a distance, "Chicken, you scoundrel, I called you for a meeting, what are you standing there for?"

"Boss, I..."

Before the blond-haired gangster could finish, Ferren's voice cut in, "Shiqiang, it's been a while, you look much more impressive now!"

"Hey, isn't that Ferren Sir!" Shiqiang, who had heard that Ferren had personally eaten human flesh to solve the Xiongji Noodle Shop case (a rumor), was almost scared to death when he heard Ferren's voice. He quickly ran over and, without thinking, slapped the blond-haired gangster, "Damn, Chicken, did you offend Ferren Sir?"

Before the blond-haired gangster could speak, Ferren sneered, "Not really, I just accidentally scratched the GTR's windshield, so I compensated them. Don't believe me? Look, my partner is writing a receipt!"

Shiqiang saw Mo Wanning issuing a ticket and slapped the blond-haired gangster again, "Damn, you dared to violate the rules under Ferren Sir's nose. Are you tired of living?"

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