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Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station, Anti-Triad Unit Office.

Lu Qichang sat behind his desk, holding a copy of Ming Pao Weekly, which contained news about Hung Tai and photos from the scene.

However, he wasn't looking at himself, but rather at Chen Fan, who was described in a separate section.

"What are you looking at?"

Huang Zhicheng pushed open the door and walked in.

"You just finished a case. Aren't you usually very busy? What brings you here?"

Lu Qichang picked up his thermos and took a sip, placing the newspaper on the table at the same time.

Huang Zhicheng glanced at it, then feigned surprise and said:

"Hey, this kid looks familiar. Wasn't that him last time?"

"Don't get any funny ideas!"

Hearing this, Lu Qichang immediately understood what the other party was planning: "Chen Fan has just joined the company, and I plan to personally mentor him."

"Hey, I haven't said anything yet!"

Huang Zhicheng started playing the victim: "You know, Tsim Sha Tsui is so big, and that old turtle Ni Kun doesn't care about anything anymore. It's very troublesome to keep an eye on the entire Ni family's actions."

"no."

Lu Qichang still refused.

"Chen Fan is a promising talent, with excellent personality and abilities. If he follows you, it will cause a lot of trouble in the future."

Huang Zhicheng fell silent.

He knew what the old friend meant.

Having worked together for many years, Lu Qichang is a believer in judicial justice and a staunch defender of order and stability.

But he was different.

Because of his early experiences, Huang Zhicheng's methods are very radical. He is willing to go against the mission of the police as long as he can achieve his goal.

"Tch, then let him choose for himself."

"Okay, let's talk about something else."

Lu Qichang didn't want to continue the topic. "I heard you've been getting close to Han Chen, one of Ni Kun's men, lately. Don't do anything foolish."

"I'm not a three-year-old, do I need you to remind me?"

Huang Zhicheng feigned indifference, "When is this kid coming to report for duty?"

He pointed to the photos in the newspaper.

"It should be soon. He's been through a lot lately, and Lao Liang gave him a few days off to adjust. His file has already been sent over."

Lu Qichang did not forcefully persuade him.

"Fine, I don't need the person, but can I borrow them for two days?"

Huang Zhicheng still hasn't given up.

He has been feeling somewhat overwhelmed lately, not because of his subordinates, but because he can't find the right opportunities.

Chen Fan's shooting of the prisoner piqued his interest, so he decided to get in touch with him.

"I'm scared of you. I'll have him come find you then."

Lu Qichang shook his head helplessly, "Remember to treat me to a meal."

"I'd rather treat you to char siu!"

.....

.....

At 7:30 a.m., Chen Fan got off the crowded bus.

It's about a kilometer from here to the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station, but there's no bus stop there, so he has to get off here.

Anyway, it's still early, so it doesn't matter if we walk over there; we can grab something to eat.

He walked along the sidewalk, where the surrounding shops had just opened and the waiters at the tea restaurant were still wiping the windows.

Just as Chen Fan was wondering whether he should go in and buy something, he suddenly heard a burst of angry curses and terrified cries from the pedestrians ahead.

[Violent crime detected]

[Mission Triggered: Stop the attack and subdue the thugs]

[Reward: 50 Sin Points, HKD 10000.]

It's not attribute points anymore?

Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the reward.

His savings were almost gone, otherwise he wouldn't have had to squeeze onto the bus; this money was a lifesaver.

Following the direction from which the sound came, Chen Fan strode forward and quickly saw the situation clearly.

A familiar face was running towards them, its face covered in blood, one hand clutching its stomach, and its leg limping.

Sangbo?

Forget it, who knows what it's called?

Chen Fan didn't dwell on that. He strode forward and blocked the four short mules that were chasing after him.

Coincidentally, these people were also acquaintances.

"Get out of the way! Hong Le is handling this, or I'll chop you up too!"

Fei Quan still retained a sliver of reason and did not immediately draw his sword.

Chen Fan had two choices: take out his police ID from his pocket or subdue the suspect.

After hesitating for a second, he chose the latter.

As the saying goes, "To return home in glory is like wearing fine clothes at night."

To put it bluntly, Chen Fan was itching to beat someone up.

Seeing that he didn't move and that Sang Bo was running forward, Fei Quan didn't care about anything else and slashed down with his sword, his face showing ruthlessness and madness.

This speed was almost like slow motion in Chen Fan's eyes; he only saw him slightly turn his body to the side.

The knife missed its mark on Fei Quan's right shoulder. Fei Quan's eyes changed from fierce to astonished. Before he could react, his left wrist was grabbed.

Chen Fan pushed him forward with his palm, while simultaneously striking his chin.

boom!

Fei Quan was struck hard and fainted, his eyes rolling back in his head.

His three henchmen had never seen anything like this before, and they were all stunned for a moment.

Only then did Chen Fan slowly take out his identification.

"Police officer, put your hands on your head and squat down!"

"I'll fuck your mother!"

Among the three, the young man with long hair, a pointed face, and monkey-like features raised his switchblade and stabbed forward.

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, raised his hand and precisely pressed down on his wrist, while simultaneously punching him in the stomach.

vomit!

Longhair squatted down, clutching his stomach, and kept dry heaving.

The remaining two exchanged a glance, quickly dropped what they were holding, and squatted down, covering their heads.

Seeing this, Chen Fan ignored them and turned to look at Sang Bo.

The guy was still running, leaving a long trail on the ground.

"Hey, if you run any further, you're going to bleed to death."

These words brought Sangbo back to his senses from his shock. He turned his head and saw Feiquan lying unconscious on the ground. A smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on his face.

"Thanks, brother. I'm Sangbo from the water room. If you need anything in Causeway Bay, just let me know!"

"Really? I'm sorry, but I'll treat you to a meal too."

"What are you asking me to do?"

"I'll have you sleep in jail!"

Chen Fan took out his police ID and waved it, and Sang Bo immediately showed an expression even uglier than if his mother had died.

Good news, he wasn't killed.

Bad news: he was saved by the cops!

Chen Fan ignored his inner thoughts. Just then, a military patrol came by, so he went over and explained the situation.

Soon after, an ambulance and police car arrived and took the people away.

He originally wanted to join them, but seeing that the place was full and that he hadn't had breakfast yet, he gave up on the idea.

[Mission Completed - Stop the Assassination.]

Reward Settlement:

Sin value: 50 points

HKD 10000 (Completely legal source of funds, with no hidden risks)

Chen Fan felt a sudden weight on his backpack. He opened it and saw a thick wad of banknotes.

It's not much money, but I can use it freely, which is great.

With enough savings, you can use it as initial capital to find a middleman to start a business.

The port city is now brimming with business opportunities; it would be a waste of this time travel not to make a quick buck.

Just as he was pondering this, a screeching sound of brakes suddenly came from beside him.

Chen Fan turned his head and almost blurted out "Yellow Dog!"

Do you know me?

Seeing his expression, Huang Zhicheng raised an eyebrow and asked.

"I've seen him on the news, Inspector Wong!"

Chen Fan composed himself and answered with a serious expression.

"Come on up, I'm going to the police station anyway."

"Thank you, Sir!"

After Chen Fan settled into the back seat, Huang Zhicheng asked while driving:

"I've seen your file; you didn't even pass close combat. Don't tell me you just happened to have diarrhea that day."

"That's it, sir!"

"You little rascal, don't be so tense, relax. I've been friends with Lao Lu for many years. We'll be working together from now on, no need to be so serious."

Huang Zhicheng laughed, seemingly trying to build a closer relationship.

Chen Fan, however, seemed oblivious to the implied meaning in the words and maintained a stern expression.

"I understand, sir!"

"Whatever you want."

Seeing his expression, Huang Zhicheng was forced to swallow his words.

Otherwise, it would be too beneath him, a high-ranking official at the inspector level.

The car arrived at the police station quickly.

"Thank you, Inspector Wong!"

Chen Fan got out of the car, saluted, then turned and strode away, his tense face finally relaxing.

Although he himself is unscrupulous, it doesn't mean he likes having the same kind of guy as his boss for the foreseeable future.

Compared to Huang Gou, Lu Qichang, who is old-fashioned, conservative, and values ​​order above all else, is undoubtedly a very good choice.

Huang Zhicheng wanted to say something more, but seeing this, he could only smile helplessly.

He didn't think it was Chen Fan's fault. He guessed that Lu Qichang might have said something that made this newbie so wary of him.

Since that's the case, let's just forget about it. There will be plenty of opportunities to get to know each other in the future anyway.

On this side, Chen Fan had already entered the police station building.

Although it was still early, the place was already packed with people.

There was a queue in front of the counter: people reporting cases, asking questions, and paying bail. Three clerks were busy sitting in the back.

On the bench to the right of the gate, a few gangsters were still sitting, their hands cuffed, but they were still loudly boasting about how brave they had been back then.

Is this Tsim Sha Tsui...?

Compared to that, Sham Shui Po is practically a retirement lifestyle.

"Fanzi, over here!"

Big Mouth, whom I had met once before, stood in front of the conference room on the right and waved.

Chen Fan immediately went over.

"Mouth Bro".

"You're here quite early. Come in."

Big Mouth affectionately pulled Chen Fan into the conference room. "You were supposed to go to the Wan Chai headquarters, but you've been busy lately, so the boss sent you here. Anyway, the files are all set up, and you're now an O-Division member."

Everyone's in a meeting, you've come along to listen in.

"kindness."

Chen Fan followed him inside and immediately saw Lu Qichang standing in front of the blackboard.

There were several rows of tables below, and besides the people I'd seen before, there was a familiar new face.

"Afan, go find a place to sit down."

Lu Qichang nodded to Chen Fan, and Shui Gui and the others also showed friendly expressions.

Chen Fan looked around and finally sat down near the new faces.

"Hello, Chen Fan."

"Hello, Song Zijie."

Song Zijie spoke with enthusiasm tinged with a touch of naiveté, "Senior brother, you look so young!"

"Ahem, strictly speaking, I should call you senior."

Chen Fan explained, "I graduated in '85 and saw your photo on the school bulletin board."

"kindness?"

Song Zijie was stunned.

Coming to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau right after graduation? Could it be that he has a powerful and influential wealthy woman behind him?

"Afan transferred from the military and police."

The water ghost, who was sitting in front of the two, turned around and explained, "Zijie, you'll see if you look at these two issues of the police report; he's been on twice."

Song Zijie then realized what was happening and showed a hint of admiration.

Getting featured on the police hotline isn't easy; you have to solve major cases and have a certain level of influence to be included.

Doing this, especially as a member of the military or police, is even more difficult.

"What senior or not, from now on, Afan, you can just call me Zijie."

"alright!"

Before Chen Fan could speak, Lu Qichang on the stage said loudly, "We can talk about it after the meeting."

The previously lazy crowd immediately became serious.

He picked up a photograph and placed it on the blackboard. It showed a young man with glasses and an effeminate demeanor.