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He Wenzhan snatched the phone and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Mr. Lin, don't be angry. Inspector Huang is just eager to solve the case. How about this, we'll come to your company at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, okay?"

"That won't do."

Hearing Lin Yaodong's somewhat dissatisfied tone, He Wenzhan glanced at Huang Zhicheng with displeasure.

But Lin Yaodong's next words immediately brought a smile to He Wenzhan's face.

"I need to rest now, but I can call someone over to assist me right away..."

"Really? That's great!"

Lam Yiu-tung added, "However, Sir Ho, let me remind you that Causeway Bay is my constituency, and I am responsible for the security here."

If the police need my assistance in their investigation, I will do my best. But please remember, I am not your subordinate.

He Wenzhan responded repeatedly, "Of course, of course, Mr. Lin is a reasonable person; it's some of our people who have the problem with their attitude..."

Huang Zhicheng felt offended and turned his head to look at He Wenzhan, who pretended not to see it.

"Yes, if the police force were all as reasonable as Inspector Ho, Causeway Bay would be peaceful..."

"No, no..."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yaodong's face darkened.

"The police are already at the scene," he told Xiao Fu. "And Huang Zhicheng, that stubborn guy, is here too; he'll definitely keep pressing the issue."

Xiao Fu frowned: "So what do we do now?"

Lin Yaodong glanced at his watch: "Let's go to the clinic first to treat Old Chen's wound. Then..."

He paused, his mind racing through various possibilities.

Police currently only know that five Japanese nationals were killed, but there are probably no clear leads pointing to him and Chen Guozhong.

But the DNF (Dungeon Fighter Online) game that Lao Chen left at the scene... However, as long as he gets away with it this time, it will be difficult for the police to suspect Lao Chen, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes.

The absence of witnesses and surveillance cameras at the scene was an advantage.

However, the police will definitely conduct a large-scale investigation and question the surrounding residents, which poses a risk.

Grandpa Chen probably won't say anything, but it's hard to guarantee that the neighbors in other areas won't see anything.

More importantly, Chen Guozhong is now injured and needs treatment and a place to hide.

If discovered by the police, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Let's get out of here first." Lin Yaodong made the decision. "Xiao Fu, you help Old Chen, we'll go through the sewers."

The three men lifted the manhole cover and entered the sewer.

In the darkness, the beam of a flashlight illuminated the narrow passage, and the air was thick with dampness and a musty smell.

Lin Yaodong led the way, with Xiao Fu supporting Chen Guozhong as they followed behind.

After walking for about ten minutes, a light appeared ahead.

Lin Yaodong carefully pushed open a fence and peeked out—outside was the back alley of Percival Street. Just as Grandpa Chen had said, it was relatively quiet, but in the distance, he could hear sirens and police shouts.

"Wait," Lin Yaodong gestured for the two to stop. "There are police patrolling outside."

They hid in the shadows and watched two police officers walk past the alleyway entrance, their flashlight beams sweeping across the walls.

After the patrol officers had walked away, Lin Yaodong signaled that he could leave.

The three moved close to the wall, trying to avoid the main streets.

Causeway Bay remains bustling at night, with flashing neon lights and pedestrians coming and going, providing them with excellent cover.

But Lin Yaodong could sense the tense atmosphere in the air—police cars would occasionally rush by, and police could sometimes be seen setting up checkpoints at street corners.

"It's right ahead." Lin Yaodong pointed to an inconspicuous old building.

The unlicensed clinic is located on the third floor and has no sign; only regular customers know about it.

Lin Yaodong led the two through the back door and up the narrow staircase.

In front of an iron door on the third floor, he knocked five times in a specific rhythm—two short and three long.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses appeared in the doorway. He paused for a moment when he saw Lin Yaodong, then stepped aside.

"Brother Dong? Come in quickly."

Zhao Ting, a former surgeon at a public hospital, was dismissed due to a medical accident. He later opened this illegal clinic, specializing in treating injuries that gangsters couldn't afford to go to regular hospitals for.

After Lin Yaodong came to power, he included him in his protection sphere.

Zhao Ting was extremely loyal to Lin Yaodong because his entire family had received care from him.

The room smelled of disinfectant and was simply but clean.

Zhao Ting was taken aback when he saw the injured Chen Guozhong—he recognized the former district councilor.

"This is..." Zhao Ting hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask," Lin Yaodong said calmly. "The bullet is in your arm. Also, get your sprained ankle treated."

Zhao Ting nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Having worked in this industry for so many years, he knows when to shut up.

Chen Guozhong was helped onto the operating table, and Zhao Ting quickly prepared the instruments and medicines.

Xiao Fu assisted from the side, his movements so skillful that even Zhao Ting was somewhat surprised.

While Zhao Ting was treating his wounds, Lin Yaodong checked the equipment that Chen Guozhong had taken off.

The black trench coat was custom-made with a bulletproof lining; the top hat was also specially designed to conceal facial features.

The most eye-catching item was the bulletproof vest, which was covered with bullet holes and dents, clearly having saved Chen Guozhong more than once in previous firefights.

"Professional equipment," Lin Yaodong commented. "Looks like you're very well prepared."

Chen Guozhong gave a weak smile: "To do this job... you have to be prepared..."

The anesthetic began to take effect, his voice gradually faded, and he eventually fell into a coma.

Zhao Ting worked quickly, cleaning the wound, stopping the bleeding, and suturing in one go, clearly demonstrating his extensive experience.

After treating the wound on his arm, he then checked Chen Guozhong's ankle.

"A mild ankle sprain and some ligament strain, but nothing serious. Ice packs and rest for a few days should be enough."

While bandaging his arm, Zhao Ting said, "The injury to your arm is something to be careful about. Although the bone wasn't broken, the muscle damage is quite severe, and you'll need at least a month to recover."

Lin Yaodong nodded: "Give him the best medicine."

"Understood," Zhao Ting replied.

After treating the wound, Zhao Ting put Chen Guozhong on an IV drip for anti-inflammatory and nutritional support.

Looking at the former congressman lying unconscious on the bed, Xiao Fu finally couldn't help but ask:

"Brother Dong, is this Councilor Chen... really that 'Seraph'?"

Lin Yaodong glanced at him: "Well... I guess so."

It's no wonder Xiao Fu was suspicious, after all, Chen Guozhong's image as a kind-hearted person was indeed deeply ingrained in people's minds, and he also had a cunning side when it came to doing things in private.

This perfect person embodies all the personas of a politician.

Just then, a system notification sounded in Lin Yaodong's mind:

[Ding! You have saved the 'King of Assassins' Seraphim. Rewards are being calculated...]

[You have received the reward: The King of Assassins' Favor (2/3).]

[Ding! You and your loyal subordinate Xiao Fu have killed 5 Japanese soldiers. Rewards are being calculated...]

You have received 100000 contribution points. You have also received a reward of 5% support from the elderly in Hong Kong.

The system notification startled Lin Yaodong.

He understood both the contribution points and the elderly support rate—contribution points could be exchanged for various items and skills in the system shop, while the elderly support rate directly affected his public opinion base in Causeway Bay and even the whole of Hong Kong.

Why is the support rate among the elderly? Because many elderly people experienced that era and hate the Japanese invaders even more.

But what is "the king of assassins' favor"?

And it's only 2/3 complete?

Did they already acquire some of it before?

Lin Yaodong thought about it carefully and suddenly understood.

As a former Causeway Bay councilor, Chan Kwok-chung has always been concerned about community affairs.

The good deeds Lin Yaodong did after taking office—anti-drug campaigns, restoring order, assisting neighbors, and donating to nursing homes—should have already been recognized by Chen Guozhong, so the system had already started calculating "favorability".

Now that he has saved Chen Guozhong's life, the progress has reached two-thirds.

So, what will happen if you collect all three fragments?

Will the King of Assassins pledge allegiance to him?