Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

Staying with them will only get you killed sooner or later!

Rather than being dragged down by them, it's better to leave sooner rather than later, out of sight and out of mind!

Renxin Hospital, Tsim Sha Tsui.

Ni Yongxiao stepped into the private ward with steady steps, his gaze falling on Luo Ji, who was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face.

"Ah Ji, how do you look today?"

Luo Ji struggled to prop himself up, but Ni Yongxiao raised his hand and pressed him down. A genuine sense of gratitude welled up in his eyes.

"Mr. Ni, thanks to you, things are much more comfortable now."

"I feel really bad for not being able to protect you."

Ni Yongxiao's brows furrowed slightly, his tone carrying a hint of reproach.

"The pain of a broken bone is the most torturous, especially since you broke a rib. Resting and recuperating is the right thing to do."

"You don't need to worry about my safety. With Ah Chen here, that's enough."

Ni Yongxiao turned around and his gaze fell on Han Chen, who was leaning against the door frame.

"Don't you think so, Ah Chen?"

Han Chen wore a smile like that of Maitreya Buddha, his wrinkles around his eyes crinkling as he slowly swayed over.

"That's natural."

"Ah-Ji, just focus on recovering. I'll keep an eye on Ah-Xiao; I guarantee nothing will go wrong."

"Speaking of which, the martial arts world these days is incredibly lively."

Ni Yongxiao paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes behind his glasses.

"Is there some movement in the martial arts world?"

Han Chen laughed even harder, his mouth stretching almost to his ears.

"It's not just a commotion, it's an upheaval."

"The leader of Hung Hing Causeway Bay, Little B, was found in the early hours of the morning with his entire family buried alive."

"The scene was horrific."

"The entire Hung Hing was furious. All the hall masters gathered to discuss the matter and finally decided that Ye Tian would lead the investigation into this massacre of the entire family."

Ni Yongxiao tightened his grip on Luo Ji's wrist slightly, and Luo Ji was also dumbfounded. Both of them had disbelief on their faces.

No one expected that Han Chen would reveal this secret so frankly.

Ni Yongxiao withdrew his gaze, his eyes now filled with more inquiry as he looked at Han Chen.

"You're saying this as if you saw it with your own eyes, Ah Chen. You've never been one to speak carelessly."

Han Chen still had that same smiling expression, slowly stroking his chin.

"The slightest movement in the martial arts world travels faster than anything else."

"That kid Ye Tian is indeed a descendant of the Ni family. His generosity is astonishing. He immediately offered a reward of 25 million for the whereabouts of those murderers."

"This time, he stirred up chaos throughout the entire martial arts world."

"Tell me, how could it not be lively?"

Ni Yongxiao grasped Luo Ji's hand again, the warmth of his palm passing through the gauze, his tone calm and slow.

"Ah Ji, your injury was caused by Ah Tian's accident. I apologize on his behalf."

"You will receive every penny of the compensation you are entitled to."

Luo Ji hurriedly waved his hand, his face turning slightly red.

"What are you saying, Mr. Ni? Public matters are public matters, and private matters are private matters. I know exactly what I'm doing."

Ni Yongxiao gently patted the back of his hand, his eyes filled with reassurance.

"You were injured because of me, and I will remember that kindness."

"All the medical and nutritional expenses during this period have been charged to me."

As he spoke, he took out a checkbook from his suit pocket, the pen nib scratching across the paper.

"This check is for one million, as compensation for you."

The moment these words were spoken, the air in the ward became quieter. Everyone present knew that this was not compensation, but rather an apology that left people feeling uneasy.

Luo Ji stared blankly at the check, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times before he finally reached out and took it, his voice hoarse.

"Thank you, Mr. Ni."

Ni Yongxiao breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile appearing on his face, and raised his hand to push up his glasses.

"Take good care of yourself, I'll come see you another day."

Luo Ji nodded quickly, his tone respectful.

"Mr. Ni, you're busy, don't worry about me."

Only when Ni Yongxiao and Han Chen's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor did the respect on Luo Ji's face slowly fade away.

He glanced down at the number on the check, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips, so quick it was almost an illusion.

He carefully tucked the check into his inner pocket, his fingertips twirling it.

This injury, however, brought him a rare period of leisure. Luo Ji secretly planned that once the injury was fully healed, he would never leave the ward.

In the corridor, Ni Yongxiao and Han Chen walked side by side, their footsteps echoing in the empty space.

Ni Yongxiao suddenly turned his head and looked at Han Chen's face.

"Could we emulate Ah Tian's method of offering a reward?"

Upon hearing this, Han Chen did not stop walking, but simply shook his head slightly.

"It's too late."

Ni Yongxiao paused, his gaze behind his glasses dimmed slightly, and his tone carried a hint of melancholy.

"Yes, it's too late."

Solving cases is all about timing. If such a reward had been offered when the father, Ni Kun, had just gotten into trouble, it would have surely led to countless clues.

But now, times have changed, and trying to find the murderer from the vast sea of ​​people is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Ni Yongxiao glanced at Han Chen without changing his expression, a barely perceptible cold glint flashing in his eyes.

No matter if the reward is useless, he has plenty of ways to deal with it.

If ordinary private investigators aren't enough, then hire the world's best.

None of the murderers who killed my father will escape.

Meanwhile, in another ward at Renxin Hospital, the atmosphere was completely different.

Fatty Li leaned against the hospital bed, his face ashen as he looked at Dafei and Greyhound standing by the bedside, his tone unfriendly.

"What are you two doing here?"

Dafei scratched the back of his head, a serious look on his face.

"Brother Li, something big has happened in the underworld."

Fatty Li's eyes suddenly lit up, his tone filled with eager anticipation.

"Did those two bastards, Liang Kun and Yip Tin, both fall?"

Dafei and Greyhound exchanged a glance, both looking bewildered. How come Fatty Li's brain circuits are different from ordinary people?

Greyhound cleared his throat, suppressing his surprise.

"Those two are perfectly fine, nothing happened to them."

Fatty Li's expectation instantly vanished, replaced by deep disappointment, and he couldn't help but spit.

"How come those two troublemakers aren't dead? Heaven has no eyes!"

Greyhound quickly stepped forward and said in a low voice.

"The young B from Causeway Bay, along with his entire family, were all buried alive."

Fatty Li was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, slapping his thigh and cheering loudly.

"That bastard, Little B, was just a dog raised by Chiang Tin-sang. Good riddance! A fitting end!"

"Who did this? They have guts! I have to find out!"

Dafei and Greyhound felt their scalps tingle as they listened. They exchanged a glance, both seeing astonishment in each other's eyes.

Could it be that Fatty Li was beaten senseless by Ye Tian?

If these words reached the ears of the other hall masters, wouldn't they unite and tear him apart?

Fatty Li's face darkened as he looked at the two of them, and his tone suddenly became fierce.

"What? Are you two scared?"

"What are you afraid of? What's there to be afraid of?"

"I got beaten up like this by that brat Ye Tian, ​​and Jiang Tiansheng didn't even say a word of justice!"

"What? I can't even vent a little in my own hospital room?"

Dafei and Greyhound were inwardly groaning with regret. If they had known that Fatty Li was like this, they would never have come.

This isn't a report; it's clearly a trip to stir up trouble.

No matter how unwilling they were, Fatty Lai was still the head of the North Point gang, and the two of them ultimately had to give him some face.

Dafei quickly tugged at Greyhound's sleeve and spoke up before he could.

"The triad has already decided that Ye Tian will lead the investigation into Si B's case."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Li scoffed, his tone full of disdain.

"Let Ye Tian investigate the case? What are you pretending for! A bunch of street thugs trying to act like the police, it's laughable."

Dafei and Greyhound were even more confused. This Fatty Li must have really damaged his brain. Why was he talking more and more incoherently?

The two of them simply shut their mouths and remained silent.

But Fatty Li had no intention of letting them off the hook. He glared at them and his tone became increasingly hostile.

"Are you two mute? What news do you have? Speak up!"

"Could it be that you're planning to switch allegiance to Liang Kun and Yip Tin?"

Dafei had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak, his voice a little hoarse.

"That kid Ye Tian has offered a reward of 25 million for information leading to the murderer of Xi B's entire family."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Li sprang up from the bed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, waving his arms and legs excitedly.

"That's utter bullshit!"

"Is that money his? It's mine!"

"It's my money!"