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

Fang Jing paused for a moment, then suddenly had a bad feeling.

Shi Yong's voice was calm, as if stating a fact:

"Lin Yaodong has three women... One named Ruan Mei went to the United States for heart surgery. The other two also went to the United States to take care of her... So he's currently surrounded by..."

He paused, not finishing his sentence.

Fang Jing's expression froze.

She looked at Shi Yong, then at the team leader, and finally understood, or rather, confirmed, the meaning in their gazes.

"You mean..." Her voice was a little hoarse.

The team leader and Shi Yong nodded slightly.

"Xiao Fang," Shi Yong's tone softened unusually, "You have a good image, which is a natural advantage. Besides, you're a new face, without any background to worry about, so it will be easier for you to approach him."

The team leader also spoke, his voice gentle but earnest:

"The organization won't force you. You can decide this yourself. If you feel it's not right, you can leave now. Sign a confidentiality agreement and go back to your original unit. Nobody will say anything."

Fang Jing fell silent.

She finally understood why she, as a marginal figure in the Commercial Crime Investigation Department, had been suddenly transferred to this secret task force.

It's not because of her outstanding professional skills.

It's because of her face.

She looked at the photo on the table. Lin Yaodong was helping an elderly person cross the street. His profile was soft, and his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses was focused and gentle.

This face, placed alongside those cold numbers and complex analyses, appears particularly jarring.

But what he did... one word, "good person," doesn't even begin to describe it...

To get close to such a cunning person...

Judging by actions, not intentions... there shouldn't be any unexpected problems, right...?

After hesitating for a moment, she took a deep breath and made a decision.

"I'll go."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

The team leader nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

Shi Yong nodded slightly.

Zhang Zhongji opened his mouth, but then hesitated and stopped.

Only Xiao Wang kept his head down, quickly writing a few words in his notebook without looking up.

...

At the same time.

Hong Kong Island, at the foot of Victoria Peak.

Night had fallen, and the thick darkness was like ink spilled across the back of this bustling city.

A spacious detached villa stands quietly in the night.

The three-story European-style building had a gray-white exterior that gleamed with a cold, hard sheen under the streetlights.

At the entrance of the fence, two dim streetlights emitted a warm but weak light, barely illuminating the tightly closed black iron gate.

This is Chen Guozhong's residence.

Few people knew that this property was related to him, and even fewer were invited to come at this time.

In the study on the second floor of the villa, Chen Guozhong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.

The ice cubes spun slowly in the amber liquid, making a soft, tinkling sound.

Through the one-way glass, he could clearly see the headlights of cars winding their way along the mountain road.

"He's here," Chen Guozhong said in a low voice.

There seemed to be no one else in the room; he was talking to himself.

The car headlights drew closer and closer, finally stopping outside the villa gate.

Chen Guozhong put down his wine glass and turned to walk towards the stairs.

Lin Yaodong sat in the back seat of the Bentley, looking through the car window at the slowly opening black iron gate.

The car was quiet, with only the low rumble of the engine.

His gaze was fixed on the scene behind the villa's gate.

The courtyard was dimly lit, and only a small path paved with gravel could be vaguely seen leading to the main building.

The green plants on both sides swayed in the night breeze, casting long, dark shadows, as if someone might jump out from them at any moment.

"Brother Dong, we've arrived," Jiang Xin whispered from the driver's seat.

Lin Yaodong grunted in response, but did not get out of the car immediately.

Two people were sitting next to him.

On the right is Xiao Fu, and on the left is Gao Jin.

Everyone had a gun tucked into their waistband.

Lin Yaodong also brought one, which he hid in the inside pocket of his suit.

This wasn't the first time he'd gone out carrying a weapon, but this level of vigilance, requiring him to be fully armed even for a simple appointment, was truly unprecedented.

The reason is simple: the person who contacted him was Chan Kwok Chung, his opponent in this district council election, and it happened at this crucial moment when there was only one week left before the election.

As is customary, competitors should avoid private contact as much as possible, especially during an election campaign.

Such a sudden invitation at such a sensitive time is itself unusual.

Although the two had a friendship and had even fought together for the "revolution".

However, it is undeniable that they are competitors vying for the same district council seat.

Lin Yaodong probably watches too many movies, and he himself admits this.

Generally speaking, according to the plot of a movie, such a sudden meeting is either a rendezvous or a murder to silence witnesses.

Of course, Chen Guozhong is not that kind of person.

At least not in Lin Yaodong's memory.

But memories can be deceiving... just like he didn't remember Chen Guozhong running for legislator...

With the election approaching, Lin Yaodong trusted no one except those in his own system whose loyalty scores were clearly visible.

"Brother Dong?" Xiao Fu whispered a reminder.

Lin Yaodong snapped out of his daze and took a deep breath: "Get out of the car. Ah Xin, you stay in the car, don't turn off the engine. If anything seems wrong, just rush in."

"Understood." Jiang Xin nodded.

The car door opened, and the cool night air rushed in.

Lin Yaodong straightened his suit and stepped out of the car.

Xiao Fu and Gao Jin followed closely behind, one on the left and one on the right.

The villa's gate was open, and the porch lights shone on the steps.

A young woman stood in the doorway, looking at them expressionlessly.

Chen Wanting, Chen Guozhong's adopted daughter.

"Miss Chen," Lin Yaodong greeted her with a smile.

Chen Wanting glanced at Lin Yaodong with some displeasure, then nodded slightly: "Mr. Lin, please come in. My father is waiting for you in the living room."

I didn't offend her, did I...? Lin Yaodong maintained his smile and stepped into the villa. "Thank you for your trouble."

Xiao Fu and Gao Jin followed them inside, but Lin Yaodong raised his hand to stop them as they entered.

"You two wait at the door," he said, his gaze shifting to Chen Wanting. "Ms. Chen, you don't mind, do you?"

Chen Wanting frowned, but didn't say anything, simply stepping aside.

Lin Yaodong walked into the living room alone.

The hall was brightly lit, with crystal chandeliers casting a soft glow that illuminated the spacious area.

The interior design is a typical blend of Chinese and Western styles: mahogany furniture and genuine leather sofas coexist, a Western-style fireplace is behind a Chinese screen, several calligraphy and paintings hang on the wall, and a grand piano is placed in the corner.

Old Chen served a term as a councilor...it seems he embezzled quite a bit...Lin Yaodong thought to himself.

He was just joking to himself; considering his past actions, he wouldn't do something like embezzlement.

Chen Guozhong stood in front of the wine cabinet, his back to the door, carefully selecting red wine.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around with a smile on his face.

"You're here? Have a seat."

He pointed to the sofa set in the center of the living room.

Lin Yaodong did not sit down immediately, but first scanned the living room.

There are two entrances: one is the main entrance they came in through, and the other leads to the dining room and kitchen.

The windows were all closed, and the curtains were half-drawn.

He didn't see anyone else, but he noticed a men's suit jacket on the armchair by the fireplace, which wasn't Chen Guozhong's style.

Someone is here, or they just left...