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"Ah Qiu," Lin Yaodong's gentle voice interrupted Su Jianqiu's thoughts.

Su Jianqiu jumped in surprise and quickly stepped forward: "Brother Dong, what are your orders?"

Lin Yaodong slowed his pace and walked alongside Su Jianqiu, his tone casual as if in a friendly conversation: "Are you married?"

Su Jianqiu was taken aback, completely unprepared for her boss to ask this, and honestly replied, "No...not yet."

"So you have a girlfriend, right?" Lin Yaodong continued to ask, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping across Su Jianqiu's face.

Su Jianqiu nodded: "Yes."

He became even more suspicious, and at the same time, a sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

Lin Yaodong sighed, his tone carrying a hint of elder's concern: "Although we're on this path, a man has to take responsibility. We can't keep wasting these girls' youth; they only have a few years of youth left, we can't afford to let that slip away."

"It's not that I don't want to get married... it's..." Su Jianqiu felt a pang of sadness.

Doesn't he also want to give his girlfriend a stable home?

But his undercover identity was precarious, his income was unstable, and his future was uncertain. What could he offer as a promise?

"Is it a matter of money?" Lin Yaodong asked directly, his tone very natural.

"Then you should have told Dong Ge earlier."

Following me, Lin Yaodong, I dare not say we'll become incredibly wealthy, but at least we'll be able to provide a good life for the women around us.

We need to give the woman we love a tangible future.

He patted Su Jianqiu on the shoulder, lowered his voice, and sounded more sincere: "If you're short on money, I can lend it to you first."

Interest rates are easy to negotiate; they'll definitely be lower than bank rates. Paying it off slowly over ten or twenty years won't be a problem. Starting a family and building a career are important matters.

Once a person has a family, they have things to consider.

Lin Yaodong's words were sincere and heartfelt.

Su Jianqiu's defenses faltered for a moment.

Compared to his superior Ma Haotian and partner Awei, who only knew how to assign him tasks and urge him to provide intelligence, Lin Yaodong's "concern" seemed particularly "warm".

For a moment, he even felt a sense of disorientation, as if the person in front of him was the one who truly cared about his life or death.

But the next second, reason quickly returned.

He's a policeman, and Lin Yaodong is a triad boss. Who knows what ulterior motives are hidden behind this "concern"?

He forcibly suppressed the inexplicable emotion welling up inside him and respectfully replied, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Dong. I... I will consider it."

Lin Yaodong noticed Su Jianqiu's subtle emotional changes and knew that the seed had been sown and needed to be nurtured slowly.

He smiled, just about to strike while the iron was hot and arrange some "family" connection for this undercover agent, when his henchman Ah Zhong hurriedly ran out from a dilapidated tenement building next door and whispered in Lin Yaodong's ear:

"Brother Dong, we found it. It's in this building, on the seventh floor... The situation is a bit serious; it's a drug den."

The gentleness on Lin Yaodong's face vanished instantly, replaced by an icy chill.

The former leader of Mong Kok, Leung Kwan, engaged in rampant illegal sales, leaving a lasting negative impact.

To create a clean and orderly model area, these venomous pests are a stubborn problem that must be eradicated.

"Lead the way," he said coldly.

The group silently followed Ah Zhong upstairs.

The hallway was filled with the smells of mildew, urine, and an indescribable stench of decay.

As soon as I reached the seventh floor, I could faintly hear a little girl's tearful cries coming from a half-open door.

Pushing open the door, a stronger, more nauseating stench mixed with a strange chemical smell hit me.

There was barely any room to step inside. Garbage and debris were piled up like mountains. The windows were tightly closed, and the curtains were filthy. Only a few rays of sunlight stubbornly pierced through, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air.

In the center of the living room, next to a worn-out sofa with a thick patina and many stains, sits a crooked coffee table.

The coffee table was piled with empty beverage bottles, fast food containers, and various other odds and ends, but one area had been deliberately cleared out, with several used syringes scattered on it, the needles still covered with dark red congealed substance.

Looking down from the sofa, one sees countless needles scattered underneath.

Lin Yaodong's face darkened.

Su Jianqiu, who was standing next to him, also had her pupils shrink sharply when she saw this scene.

As a police officer, he knew all too well what this meant.

From smoking to injection, from intravenous to arterial, the addicts in this room have clearly reached the terminal stage of their illness, nearing death.

These needles are the measuring tape that leads you step by step toward hell.

"Dong-ge, she's in the room." Ah-zhong said, dragging a woman with disheveled hair and a dazed expression out of a room.

The woman was dressed in rags, emaciated, and her bare arms and thighs were covered with countless needle marks, some of which were already ulcerated and inflamed.

Her eyes were unfocused, and she showed no reaction to anything around her.

A little girl, about four or five years old, with a dirty face, ran out crying and pounding on Ah Zhong with her little hands: "Let go of my mom! You bad people! Let go of my mom!"

But her mother was like a soulless rag, completely oblivious.

Immediately afterwards, his younger brother, A-Yi, dragged out a similarly emaciated man with a vacant stare from another room.

When Lin Yaodong saw the man's face clearly, his expression changed slightly.

This face...does it look a bit like Louis Koo when he was young?

He looked more closely at the woman Ah Zhong had thrown on the ground, brushed aside her messy hair that covered her face, and revealed a face that, although haggard and dirty, still had recognizable features—somewhat like Sister Jingchu.

(See "Disciples" for details)

This coincidence stirred a strange feeling in Lin Yaodong's heart, but it was quickly suppressed by the harsh reality.

This is the disaster brought about by the pink-clad faction, a living human tragedy.

He waved: "Ah Qiu."

Despite his discomfort, Su Jianqiu stepped forward and said, "Brother Dong."

Lin Yaodong pointed at the man and woman on the ground, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "This area is now under your jurisdiction. You are in charge of this matter. Make a call, contact the drug rehabilitation center, and send them both in for compulsory drug rehabilitation."

Then, he looked at the little girl who was still crying, his eyes filled with complex emotions for a moment, and continued, "As for this little girl, you can take her back and take care of her for a few days. I will cover the expenses, and I will find a way to settle her in as soon as possible."

Su Jianqiu was stunned for a moment. He was being asked to take care of a child by an undercover police officer?

But he couldn't refuse, so he could only nod and say, "Understood, Brother Dong."

Lin Yaodong's gaze swept across the room again, finally landing on Su Jianqiu's face. His tone became deep and meaningful: "A Qiu, do a good job."

I can see that you are different from other people.

In a while, I plan to acquire an orphanage and convert it into a formal charitable school, which will require reliable people to manage it.

"At that time, I think you could try being the principal."

"Principal...?" Su Jianqiu was completely dumbfounded, her mouth opened and she could barely speak.

Brother, I'm just an undercover agent!

You already want me to manage a street, and now you want me to be the principal?

Did they pick up the wrong script?

(Seeing the number of requests for more chapters increase, I quickly wrote another chapter!!)