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Lu Qichang chuckled helplessly, "A bunch of old men and women have completely surrounded the Wan Chai Police Station! They won't go back until Lin Yaodong is released; they've been blocking the station..."

Huang Zhicheng looked grim and asked, "How was it finally resolved?"

Lu Qichang said, "What else could we do? In the end, Lin Yaodong had to step in, and those old folks finally went back. Otherwise, with a group of people that old, if something happened... it would be hard to handle. The head of the Wan Chai Police Station might even have been removed from his post... In the end, it was also found that the fight had nothing to do with Lin Yaodong."

He paused, his tone becoming serious, with a hint of admonition: "Acheng, let me be frank with you."

The real reason why the police chief lost his temper this time was not because Lam Yiu-tung arrested the criminals, but because the media used the point of "gangsters assisting the police" to make a big fuss, grabbing attention and seriously questioning the professionalism and authority of the police force.

Once the hype dies down and the media frenzy dissipates, the matter will fade from public attention.

You don't need to take it too seriously, and you shouldn't easily mess with Lin Yaodong.

He has a good reputation among the public now; if you mess with him, you might get yourself into unnecessary trouble. People who know how to cultivate their image are very sensitive.

Huang Zhicheng listened in silence, then lit another cigarette, his eyes behind the smoke flashing with doubt and stubbornness.

He was willing to believe the investigation results of his good friend and partner, Lu Qichang.

But he doesn't believe in humanity!

They especially do not believe that people who mingle in the corrupt world of organized crime can remain untainted.

In his view, the more perfect and kind Lin Yaodong appeared, the more likely he was hiding a huge, unspeakable secret.

This cloak of "kindness" may be a cover for some darker, more shocking schemes.

This reminded him of another target his anti-triad unit was currently targeting with all its might—Ni Yongxiao of the Ni family.

To outsiders, Ni Yongxiao is a refined and philanthropic business elite and socialite, but in reality, he is the heir to one of the largest triad families in Hong Kong, controlling a vast drug network.

The more glamorous such a person appears on the surface, the more profound and terrifying their inner self, and the more difficult they are to deal with.

Ni Yongxiao… Huang Zhicheng silently repeated the name in his heart, and then looked at the seemingly peaceful and even somewhat refined photo of Lin Yaodong in the information.

A strong intuition told him that this Lin Yaodong might be another Ni Yongxiao-like figure!

Even more dangerous...

"I understand, Achang. Thank you for the information. I'm on my mind."

Huang Zhicheng did not directly refute Lu Qichang's good intentions, but his insistence remained unchanged.

Knowing Huang Zhicheng's personality, Lu Qichang didn't say anything more when he saw him like this. He patted Huang on the shoulder and got up to leave the office.

The moment the door closed, the hesitation on Huang Zhicheng's face vanished, replaced by the sharpness of a hunter locking onto his target.

He no longer trusted the superficial investigative data; he needed eyes that could penetrate deep into the enemy's ranks.

He took a book out of a drawer under his desk, opened it, and found a recessed compartment inside where a cell phone was placed.

Take out your phone and turn it on.

Then I dialed the only number saved in my phone.

Huang Zhicheng is going to use his trump card undercover agent.

"Hello, is this Ah Ren?"

"I'll have someone else take over from Ni Yongxiao. I have another task for you now."

"Help me infiltrate the Hung Hing Society in Causeway Bay, undercover, with Lam Yiu-tung."

"right."

"With your current identity, you should be easy to approach. With a little more effort, it will be fine."

"Okay, we'll talk about the rest when we meet."

"See you on the rooftop..."

......

At almost the same time, but with a completely different atmosphere, on another floor of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), in a spacious office with a sign that read "Chief Superintendent of the District".

A man dressed casually, with a lean build and a hint of eccentricity and helplessness in his eyes, was standing in front of the desk.

He is Zhou Xingxing, the legendary undercover agent who once made great contributions but has not been reinstated to his post due to various unforeseen circumstances.

Behind the desk sat Chief Superintendent Wang, a portly man with a friendly smile but shrewd eyes.

He held his teacup, blew on it, and then looked at Stephen Chow meaningfully.

"Ah Xing..." Director Wang drawled, setting down his teacup, "I know you've had a tough wait for your reinstatement, and your family is under a lot of pressure. However, there's a very important and crucial task now, and after much deliberation, the organization feels that no one but you can handle it!"

Upon hearing this familiar opening line, Stephen Chow's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind.

He immediately put on a mournful face and said in an almost pleading tone, "Wang Sir, sir! Look at me carefully! I'm almost thirty years old, and I already have crow's feet around my eyes! You're not planning to send me to some secondary school as an undercover agent again, are you?"

Even if I were willing to sacrifice myself for my country... no, to serve the police force, no one would believe I'm a high school student!

My wife said last time that if I don't go back to work in my uniform and continue going undercover, she's going to divorce me and go back to her parents' house!

Director Wang put on a reassuring smile, stood up, walked to Zhou Xingxing's side, and patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

"Ah Xing, don't worry! This time it's definitely not about you going to school to act young. The mission location is full of adult danger and passion, which is very much in line with your temperament and experience!"

Stephen Chow asked with a hint of doubt, "Then...where are we going?"

Director Wang leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said slowly and deliberately, "This time, I'm going to infiltrate a gang."

"Help...the gang?" Stephen Chow's hope shattered instantly, his expression worse than crying.

"Isn't that an undercover agent?! Sir, are you kidding me?!" He could almost see his wife's cold, disappointed eyes and her packing her bags after she found out. Suddenly, he felt that his future wasn't just bleak, it was pitch black, so dark that he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face.

Director Wang seemed oblivious to Zhou Xingxing's crestfallen expression and continued to paint a picture of the future in an enticing tone: "Xingxing, think about it! This is the front line in the fight against organized crime!"

"With the mission successfully completed, I assure you, on behalf of my honor as Chief Superintendent, that you will not only be reinstated immediately, but a promotion and raise are also within your reach! I've always felt it's a shame to leave the Flying Tigers commander's position vacant..."

Zhou Xingxing was on the verge of tears, and could only stand there blankly, listening to his superior describe the mirage to him, pondering how he would explain this to his wife when he got home tonight. This damned undercover life seemed to have no end in sight.

However, the two unrelated lines of his and Huang Zhicheng's undercover agents are about to intersect in an unpredictable way in Wan Chai, a place teeming with all sorts of people, because of the same target—Lin Yaodong.