1RomanceEB Chapter 87 Independent Commission Against Corruption
Chapter 87 Independent Commission Against Corruption
Chapter 87 Independent Commission Against Corruption
The person who screwed over Godber is currently busy on the set in Tai Tam Bay.
The waves relentlessly crashed against the black rocks. On the cliff, the entire film crew had pushed their work efficiency to the limit to make up for the time lost due to the plane crash.
The giant "full moon" prop lightbox, serving as the backdrop, has already lit up. Before the sunlight fully warms up, we want to treat the early morning as dusk and finish filming that classic "pointing at the moon and discussing Taoism" scene.
"All departments, prepare! Silence!"
Ridley Scott sat behind the monitor, wearing headphones, his eyes glued to the screen.
In front of the camera, Bruce Lee, dressed in a black night training suit, stood with his hands behind his back, looking solemnly at the blonde woman in front of him.
Renée Russo had completely shed the naivety she had when she first joined the film set.
She wore the same practice clothes, and her tall figure stood out like a pine tree in the sea breeze, her golden ponytail fluttering in the wind.
"Kick me." Bruce Lee's voice was deep, his face bearing the calm expression typical of a strict teacher.
Without the slightest hesitation, Renee's right leg lashed out like a whip, whistling through the air as it struck Bruce Lee's neck.
With crisp movements and swift power, the special training over this period has clearly been very effective.
Bruce Lee slightly turned his head to avoid the attack, but he did not retaliate. Instead, he seized the moment when Renee pulled her leg back, instantly closing in on her and gently patting her shoulder.
"What's this called?"
"Use whatever you want?" Renee looked confused, muttering her lines.
"No," Bruce Lee shook his head, pointing a finger at the giant artificial moon behind him. "You're venting your anger."
"It's like pointing a finger at the moon. At this moment, don't focus your gaze on the finger, or you'll miss all the moon's brilliance."
This line is the philosophical bible in the hearts of countless movie fans in the past.
In this timeline, Qin Han added a "fire" to this dialogue scene in the script.
"One more time!" Bruce Lee shouted in a low voice.
This time, it wasn't just a lecture; the two instantly engaged in a fierce battle.
It wasn't a life-or-death struggle, but rather a rhythmic exchange of moves.
Bruce Lee's movements were fluid and controlled, and each block perfectly guided Renee's trajectory.
Renee's long legs became a huge advantage at this moment; each kick, accentuated by the wide sleeves of her robe, looked like a dance.
The sea breeze howled, and their clothes fluttered in the wind.
In the backlit silhouette, one Chinese and one Western, one male and one female, two completely different aesthetic forces achieve perfect harmony at this moment.
Finally, Bruce Lee grabbed Renee's wrist with one hand, turned around, and dissipated the force.
The two simultaneously finished their stances, faced each other, and clasped their hands in a gesture of respect.
Giant waves crashed against the shore, scattering fragments of jade.
"Click! Perfect!"
Ridley Scott ripped off his headphones, jumped up from his chair, his face beaming with fervor: "My God! This scene is poetry! Absolutely stunning! That's a wrap!"
At the director's command, enthusiastic applause erupted on set.
Bruce Lee took the towel handed to him by a staff member, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled at Renee: "Not bad, that side kick just now, if it had been a little stronger, it could have been used in a real fight!"
Renee was a little embarrassed by the praise: "That's because Bruce, you did a great job leading me. I felt like I was being carried away by a current just now."
Qin Han also came over and handed each of them a bottle of water: "Go check the playback on the monitor quickly. Ridley's camera work will definitely surprise you."
Several people gathered around the monitor.
The scene depicting the philosophically significant moonlit duel is rendered with a desolate yet beautiful quality; every frame could be used directly as a promotional poster.
Just as everyone was still savoring the scene from before, the sound of a car engine burst onto the set.
A Land Rover Defender stopped, and Rod Howe jumped out of the car.
He jogged over, his face beaming with smiles: "Brother Qin! Did I disturb your filming?"
"No, we just finished filming this scene." Qin Han turned around: "What brings you here, Second Young Master? Did you manage to avoid the Hong Kong morgue? Shouldn't you have a proper celebration?"
Following the news release in Ming Pao, the stock market crashed completely today. Not only was Rod Ho unscathed, but he also had several million dollars in cash that he had managed to evade, so he was naturally riding high.
"How dare I celebrate! If it weren't for Brother Qin's loyalty, I'd probably be jumping off a building by now! It was my brother who sent me to invite you, saying he has something he wants to talk to you about." Luo Dehao pointed to the manor villa in the distance and said with a smile.
Qin Han understood; it seemed that the higher-ups had made progress in dealing with Ge Bai.
He turned to Andrew and asked, "Have the notices for tomorrow been distributed?"
"It's out." Andrew flipped through the folder in his hand: "Jim Kelly plays Williams, John Saxon plays Robb, and they're still adjusting to the time difference at the hotel."
"Good. Tell them to gather here first thing tomorrow morning. We're going to film the big scene where all the experts land on the island. Call all the extras too."
"This afternoon, let's finish filming the fight scene between the master and the enemy who killed his sister."
After arranging the work on set, Qin Han got into Luo Dehao's car and drove towards the Luo family villa deep in Tai Tam Bay.
Inside the study of the villa, the curtains were half-drawn, blocking out the glaring sunlight.
Luo Decheng sat at his desk, his pen scratching across the paper as he wrote an English report.
Seeing Qin Han enter, he put down his pen, took off his glasses, rubbed his nose, and pointed to the chair opposite him: "Sit down. Did you enjoy today's performance?"
Qin Han knew that he was not referring to the movie, but to the escalating stock market crash in Hong Kong.
"I heard it was a terrible tragedy," he said frankly. "I've heard that some people have already jumped off buildings."
"Yes, greed always comes at a price." Luo Decheng's voice was calm as he tapped the report he was writing with his pen. "However, for some people, the price is not just as simple as bankruptcy."
He pushed the document in front of him toward Qin Han.
Qin Han looked down and saw that it was an internal briefing about the asset investigation of Peter Godber.
"The intelligence has been confirmed; a large number of Hong Kong Antenna stock certificates were found in one of Godber's secret apartments."
Luo Decheng's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he put on an expression of amazement: "A full 30 shares! According to today's closing price, his assets have shrunk by 97%."
Qin Han finally understood why Limpy Hao disliked this young master so much.
There are only the two brothers and himself in this villa now, is it really necessary to put on such a show?
Weren't all those stocks transferred from your brother?
However, he still nodded in agreement: "Then he must be a mad dog eager to jump over the wall now."
"That's right. So, Government House decided to close the deal ahead of schedule."
Luo Decheng greatly appreciated Qin Han's cooperative attitude and said with a burning gaze, "The new department, which is independent of the police force, has had its organizational structure approved. It will be directly responsible to the Governor of Hong Kong and will have independent investigative, arrest, and detention powers."
At this point, he picked up his pen and pointed to the top of the report: "Now, we need to determine what this department should be called."
"Some of the old academics in Parliament suggested calling it the Anti-Corruption Bureau," others the Anti-Corruption Commission, and still others the Special Investigations Section."
"But I always felt that these names were either too rustic or lacked impact, making it difficult to convey the sense of independence and fairness."
"We need a name that inspires awe and respect!"
He looked at Qin Han and said with a smile, "Mr. Qin, you're a creative person and also the mastermind behind this incident. Why don't you give me some advice?"
Qin Han was slightly taken aback: the wheels of history had turned in front of him at this moment?
Is there any need to think further? Use the original broth to digest the original food!
He pretended to ponder and said, "Young Master Luo, since the core of this organization is to fight corruption and its purpose is to restore a clean political environment to Hong Kong..."
"Moreover, its most significant feature is that it is independent of the existing civil service system, free from the constraints of any department, and accountable only to the highest authority."
"How about we call it the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC)?"
"English name: Independent Commission Against Corruption, abbreviated as iCAC."
"Independent Commission Against Corruption — CC —" Lo Tak-shing chewed on the two words repeatedly, his eyes growing brighter and brighter: "What a great name! It's both authoritative and easy to pronounce!"
He picked up his pen and solemnly wrote the long English name, along with its Chinese translation, at the very top of the report.
"Mr. Qin, your talent for naming things is truly exceptional." Closing the folder, Young Master Luo stood up and straightened his tie. "Alright, I need to take this report to the council."
"If nothing unexpected happens, you'll see those four words on tonight's news."
"As for Ge Bo—" He glanced back at Qin Han, "he'll be seeing the sun rise tomorrow while he's in prison."
Kai Tak Airport, night falls.
As one of the world's busiest airports, the nights here are always filled with a noisy roar.
But for Geber, these irritating noises were like the most beautiful music at that moment—a clarion call to freedom.
He was wearing an extremely ordinary gray trench coat, his baseball cap pulled low, covering most of his face, and he was carrying a small handbag.
Inside the bag were a small amount of cash and a few bearer drafts from HSBC, obtained after he had searched every corner of his house and sold all his gold and silver watches.
This was his last chance to survive, and the last remnant of his lifelong greed.
"Damn it—damn it—faster—"
As he moved with the flow of people toward the customs entrance, he cursed wildly in his mind.
Once I return to England and regain my footing, I will expose all the dirty secrets of those who betrayed me!
I'm going to write a memoir! I'll make the entire British Hong Kong government pay with its life!
Cold sweat covered his forehead and slid down his cheeks, but he dared not wipe it away, for fear of attracting attention.
He perceived every passerby's gaze as filled with suspicion and malice.
Was that old man sweeping the floor looking at me? Why is that policeman walking this way?
With my heart pounding faster and faster, the customs counter was right in front of me!
Once he got past this hurdle and boarded the plane to London, those damned Hong Kong laws would be no longer a problem for him. He took a deep breath, trying to make his expression look natural, and handed his passport to the customs officer behind the counter.
The customs officer took the passport, glanced at it, and then checked something against the list.
One second, two seconds, three seconds — each second felt like an eternity to Geber.
Finally, the customs officer looked up and stamped the pass.
"Snapped!"
The sound was like heavenly music to Geber's ears.
He grabbed his passport, not even bothering to say thank you, and rushed towards the boarding gate with his handbag.
become free!
His lips couldn't help but curl upwards, the ecstasy of surviving a disaster almost bursting out of his chest.
However, just as his hand was about to touch the cold metal bars of the boarding gate, a large hand gripped his shoulder like an iron clamp.
"Mr. Peter Gerber?" a cold voice sounded behind him.
Ge Bo's body stiffened instantly, as if his blood had frozen at that moment.
He turned his head with difficulty.
Standing behind him were four or five men in black suits, neither police officers nor military police.
The young man in the lead showed him, expressionless, an arrest warrant bearing the Governor's seal, and a new identification document.
The document prominently displayed four strong Chinese characters and a line of English abbreviations: Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC).
"We are officers from the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC). You are suspected of corruption and possessing a large amount of unexplained wealth. Please come with us immediately to assist with the investigation."
"Mr. Geber, your flight has been cancelled."
The handbag fell to the ground with a "thud".
As Ge Bo looked at the unfamiliar badge, his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor of Kai Tak Airport.
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