Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

"What?!" Huang Zhicheng's excited expression froze. He looked sharply at Chen Yongren, his face turning extremely ugly. "Why?! Didn't you just want to come back? I can arrange it, I really can!"

"I just don't want to do it anymore," Chen Yongren said calmly, but beneath that calm was an iron will honed by years of undercover work.

"Don't want to be a cop? Do you want to be a gangster?!" Huang Zhicheng almost shouted, rain streaming down his face, indistinguishable from rainwater or something else.

Chen Yongren looked directly into Huang Zhicheng's eyes and answered, word by word, "That's right!"

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Only the sounds of wind and rain, and the silent standoff between the two men.

Huang Zhicheng's face was filled with shock and confusion, followed by deep disappointment and anger.

Chen Yongren's expression was calm, a sense of relief after making a major decision, a feeling of finally being free from shackles.

"Are you crazy!" Huang Zhicheng roared. "Do you know what you're saying? You're a police officer! You swore an oath to uphold the law!"

"I swore an oath." Chen Yongren's voice was soft, but every word carried immense weight.

"But when I took the oath, I thought the law was to protect good people and punish bad people. But what have I seen all these years?"

Good people are not protected, while bad people take advantage of legal loopholes to get away with it.

But Dong Ge is a truly good person; he used the money he earned from his shady business to support hundreds and thousands of families.

And what about you? You sit in your offices, taking taxpayers' money, scheming about how to use undercover agents' lives to gain personal credit.

"I didn't..." Huang Zhicheng tried to explain, but Chen Yongren interrupted him.

"You are," Chen Yongren said. "Wong Sir, you may have been a good cop, but now, you're just a cop who wants to solve big cases."

Whether Lam Yiu-tung is a bad guy or not is probably irrelevant to you; whether I want to be a good person or not is also irrelevant to you. What matters is that if you catch him, you can be promoted to Chief Superintendent, or even Assistant Commissioner. Right?

Huang Zhicheng's face was as pale as paper. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Because some of what Chen Yongren said is true.

He really wanted to solve the case, to make one last great contribution before retiring, and to bring his career to a perfect close.

But he also believed that Lin Yaodong was a criminal and should be imprisoned.

In Tiantai, the typhoon hasn't officially made landfall yet, but the strong winds have already begun to howl.

The rain was whipped into diagonal streaks by the wind, lashing everything on the rooftop.

Hong Kong Island in the distance was shrouded in rain, blurry and indistinct, just like Chen Yongren's current confusion about the future.

With a loud crash, the rusty iron door to the rooftop was slammed shut by the strong wind, the sound of metal clashing echoing sharply and piercingly across the empty rooftop.

The sudden noise made both of them turn their heads to look.

Looking out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a figure behind the ventilation duct next to the iron gate, unable to dodge in time.

The man clearly hadn't expected the iron gate to close suddenly, exposing his location. He frantically tried to hide again, but it was too late.

Alarm bells rang in both of their minds.

"who!"

"Where is he?!"

Huang Zhicheng's hand unconsciously reached for his waist, where his sidearm was tucked.

Chen Yongren's body tensed instantly, and he went into a state of alert, an instinctive reaction trained over many years of undercover work.

The rooftop door was suddenly closed, and Su Jianqiu had no time to hide, nor anywhere to hide.

Now, faced with their intense stares, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

The rain quickly soaked Su Jianqiu's hair and clothes. He stood in the rain, looking at Chen Yongren and Huang Zhicheng with a complicated expression on his face.

"Ah Qiu?" Chen Yongren recognized the person and his heart sank.

Su Jianqiu was his brother in Hung Hing; the two of them followed Lin Yaodong at the same time.

If Su Jianqiu had overheard the conversation just now...

"You heard everything?" Chen Yongren asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Su Jianqiu nodded, looking at Chen Yongren with a complicated expression, rain streaming down his angular face: "Ah Ren... you were actually an undercover agent..."

He really didn't expect that.

In fact, Su Jianqiu himself was also an undercover agent, but he belonged to a different organization, and unlike Chen Yongren's one-way communication, he was part of a group operation.

In the undercover profession, being exposed is basically equivalent to death.

Now, even if he knows that Chen Yongren is an undercover agent, he doesn't dare to easily reveal his identity—that would not only kill him, but also implicate the entire team.

"Okay!" Su Jianqiu went all out with her act.

He must play the role of a "shocked and angry Hung Hing member" well, otherwise it will arouse Huang Zhicheng's suspicion.

He was furious and rushed over, grabbing Chen Yongren by the collar and pulling him close, almost nose to nose.

Su Jianqiu's hands were trembling slightly, whether from anger, fear, or both, it was hard to tell.

"How could you be an undercover agent!" Su Jianqiu shouted almost in a roar, his voice filled with the pain and disappointment of being betrayed. His acting was so realistic that even Chen Yongren was momentarily stunned.

"We all followed Brother Dong together. You know how he treats us!"

"Dong Ge gave us a house..."

"We'll be promoting you to lead roles in the future..."

"You're telling me now that you're an undercover agent? How can you face Brother Dong? How can you face your brothers?"

Chen Yongren tried to explain: "Ah Qiu, listen to me..."

Su Jianqiu ignored him and shoved Chen Yongren away forcefully, causing Chen Yongren to stagger back several steps: "You should talk to Brother Dong. I'll pretend I didn't see anything today, but you'd better be honest with Brother Dong yourself. Otherwise..."

He paused, a ruthless glint in his eyes, "Don't blame your brother for being merciless."

Huang Zhicheng narrowed his eyes, quickly drew his sidearm, and pointed it at Su Jianqiu: "Don't move!"

Su Jianqiu immediately raised her hands, not daring to move again, but her eyes were full of defiance and anger.

"What are you doing?!" Chen Yongren glared angrily at Huang Zhicheng when he saw his good brother being held at gunpoint.

Huang Zhicheng sneered, "Of course we should arrest him. Now that he knows your identity, if he reports it back, do you and your wife think you can escape? Don't you know Lin Yaodong's methods? He never shows mercy to traitors."

Upon hearing this, Su Jianqiu cursed Huang Zhicheng: "You son of a bitch, do you think I would be as despicable as you? Threatening someone else's family? I'm upright and honest, I would never do such a thing!"

"Even if you can't, Lin Yaodong can!" Huang Zhicheng said sternly, then took out handcuffs from his waist and threw them to Chen Yongren.

"Ah Ren, handcuff him and come back to the police station with me. He's a key witness and a hostage. Even if he's exposed, with him in our hands, Lin Yaodong won't dare to make any rash moves."

Chen Yongren caught the cold handcuffs, the chill of the metal seeping through his palm.

He glanced at Su Jianqiu, who was staring at him with angry and disappointed eyes that cut into his heart like a knife.

He glanced at Huang Zhicheng, who was holding a gun, his eyes calm and resolute, just as he had been years ago when he ordered Huang to infiltrate the Ni family.