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Chapter 110 The Infernal Affairs

At the dinner table, Chen Jiaju, as the host, naturally took on the task of warming up the atmosphere.

He first introduced Chen Fan, then introduced his brothers, and so on until it was You Long's turn.

"Youlong, my brother who'd risk his life for me. Don't let his small stature fool you, he's an incredibly tough fighter. In the police force, his nickname is 'Fiery Dragon,' he's absolutely formidable!"

Youlong was a little embarrassed by the praise, so he raised his glass to everyone and gave a slight smile.

"You flatter me. You're better than me at fighting. By the way, haven't we met this brother before?"

He noticed Chen Fan as soon as he appeared, but he couldn't remember him.

"Ah, outside Attorney Yu's firm."

Chen Fan replied with a smile.

"Oh, I remember now."

Youlong nodded slowly, but he preferred not to remember.

"What's wrong? You look so worried. Why did you go to see a lawyer?"

Chen Jiaju leaned closer and asked, "Did something happen? We're all brothers, just tell me if you need any help."

"I.."

Youlong was reluctant to speak, but seeing the look in Old Mai Meiqie's eyes, he slowly said, "Xiaoli and I are divorced."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiaju froze, an embarrassed expression appearing on his face.

"My foul mouth! Old You, I didn't mean to..."

"fine."

Youlong shook his head, tilted his head back, and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"It's all in the past, there's nothing that can't be said."

"Come on, let's drink."

Chen Jiaju didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only drink along with him, taking big gulps of his own.

After this incident, the atmosphere at the dinner table, which had been lively, cooled down considerably, making it seem rather anticlimactic.

Chen Fan took the initiative to approach You Long and handed him his mobile phone number.

"Ah Long, we click. Let's keep in touch in the future. If you need any help, just call this number."

Upon hearing this, Youlong, who was heartbroken in love, felt a warmth in his heart and solemnly put the phone away.

"Thank you, Afan. We seem to click. Let's keep in touch!"

Then everyone said their goodbyes.

Before leaving, Chen Fan reminded Chili and the others to remember to come to work on time the next morning.

There's also the matter of Su Yulian. I don't know what Uncle Biao said. I brought it up, but there's still no reply.

Tsim Sha Tsui, Ni Family Villa.

Ni Yongxiao was sitting on the sofa, holding the rooftop murder case that had set Hong Kong a few days earlier in his hand.

Chen Yongren stood in front of him, wearing a dark gray jacket.

There was a faint dark circle under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well for several days.

"Those guys have been quiet lately; they've gotten used to the current situation."

"Ah Ren, haven't you been getting enough rest lately?"

"Well..."

Chen Yongren seemed surprised by the question and paused for a moment before reacting.

"I'm having some trouble sleeping."

"People who overthink things are prone to insomnia. Just take care of the rest of the family business. As for Han Chen and the others... let them be."

Ni Yongxiao shook his head slightly, "Your sister-in-law and the others are all abroad. You are my only relative in Hong Kong now, so don't overwork yourself."

"I see."

Chen Yongren pursed his lips. "So, everything remains the same?"

"As usual."

Ni Yongxiao's eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, were as calm as a stagnant pool, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Alright, go and get some rest."

"Um."

Chen Yongren nodded and turned to walk outside.

The living room fell silent the moment the door closed.

Ni Yongxiao looked down at the newspaper.

Although V's mask is somewhat distorted, that eerie sense of composure still seeps out from the paper.

He stared at it for a moment, then suddenly reached for his phone on the coffee table, opened his contacts, and found a number without a saved name.

"Mr. Ni, it's been a long time."

The voice on the other end was deep and rough, with a texture like sandpaper polishing metal.

"The big boss."

Ni Yongxiao leaned back on the sofa and said softly, "I agreed to what you asked for last time."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a low laugh.

"I knew you'd come looking for me. Mr. Ni, please accept my condolences. I heard about your third uncle's situation; it's such a pity to lose such a good man."

"No need for formalities."

Ni Yongxiao interrupted him, "Besides Han Chen and the others, I need to add one more person."

"you say."

"The murderer who killed my third uncle."

"police?"

The boss's tone held a hint of amusement. "Mr. Ni, this is no small matter."

"You still care about this?"

Ni Yongxiao's tone remained completely unchanged.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the boss's voice came through again.

"Okay, but I'll raise the price too."

"you say."

"Besides what I promised, I want another five million. Don't think it's too expensive; it's for my brother's resettlement."

"no problem."

"readily."

The boss laughed, "I've sent the best people, Wang Jiu. You should know him; he rarely makes a mistake."

"how long?"

"Within a week of Han Chen and his group, that policeman..."

The boss paused for a moment, then said, "He's been in the limelight lately, with lots of cops around him. We'll have to wait for an opportunity, but it'll be at the latest a month."

"I can't wait that long."

"Then it will take half a month, no faster than that."

"good!"

The phone hangs up.

Ni Yongxiao tossed his phone aside and leaned back.

It wasn't just Chen Yongren who suffered from insomnia; he suffered from insomnia too.

It could even be said that he hasn't had a good night's sleep since Ni Qizhi's death.

But Ni Yongxiao knew that the first thing to do in order to accomplish something was to be patient.

Perhaps because he was uncomfortable sitting, he stood up again, went to the window, and pulled back a corner of the curtain.

The afternoon sun streamed in, making him squint slightly.

Outside the villa, the street was unusually quiet.

Under a banyan tree not far away, a little girl in a school uniform was squatting on the ground, teasing a stray cat.

Ni Yongxiao stared blankly at the scene, not knowing how much time had passed, when he suddenly let go and the curtains closed again.

The living room fell into darkness again.

He turned around, his gaze falling on a line of text in the newspaper on the coffee table.

"Inspector Chan Fan discovered V's discarded clothing and related evidence in Tsim Sha Tsui yesterday, providing important clues for solving the case."

Chen Fan.

He will always remember that face.

"It'll be soon... Father, Third Uncle, please wait a moment, someone will be buried with us soon."

In the corridor outside the door.

Chen Yongren leaned against the wall, staring down at the tips of his shoes.

He didn't leave immediately, but stood outside the door and listened for a while.

Unfortunately, the soundproofing was so good that I couldn't hear anything at all.

But it doesn't matter, since it's just a subconscious behavior.

He had already listed a lot of evidence against the Ni family, but they were all trivial and insufficient to convict them.

With a soft exhale, Chen Yongren closed his eyes in pain.

Two images were clashing in his mind: Huang Zhicheng's righteous words and Ni Yongxiao's gentle concern.

Family, friendship, morality...

This is what those who step into the Abyss must bear.