In Hong Kong variety shows, what does "crime buster" mean?

It was already 7 p.m. when Chen Fan said goodbye to Le Huizhen.

The two visited many places in Central today, and their relationship continues to grow stronger.

The lingering fragrance on his cheeks at that moment was the best proof.

Aside from the lack of a formally defined relationship, many things are already tacitly understood.

However, Chen Fan did not indulge in the pleasures of the gentle embrace, but immediately headed towards the police dormitory.

The reason he is willing to take the time to be with Lok Wai-ching at this stage is not only because of his affection for her, but also because this woman is of great help to his career.

Without those newspapers, how would Li Wenbin have known his name? And how would Lu Qichang have provided him with special treatment?

Half an hour later.

Dormitory in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Chen Fan pushed open the door and walked in. The space inside was not large. A single bed was placed against the wall, and there was a lamp on the bedside table. Opposite was a desk, and the desktop was very clean, with only a water glass and an open police bulletin on it.

This is where he lives now.

Sitting down by the bed, Chen Fan closed his eyes and summoned the system to enter the shop.

[Personal Space: 300 Sin Points, Initial Capacity 0.5 cubic meters.]

[To purchase or not?]

"yes!"

As the thought crossed my mind, a chill spread outwards from my chest, from my shoulder, from my shoulder to my arm, and finally stopped in my right palm.

Chen Fan felt a little itchy, as if something was about to grow out from inside.

He looked down at his hands, which were completely empty, yet different images appeared in his mind.

It was a space the size of a suitcase, pitch black, and completely empty.

Chen Fan looked around, and finally picked up the pillow from the bed and placed it in his palm.

Receive!

The thought crossed my mind, and the pillow vanished.

Chen Fan could sense that it was in that space.

Out!

The pillow reappeared, just as it had been before.

Chen Fan played it more than ten times with great enthusiasm until he felt tired and then stopped.

With this, things will be much easier for him in the future; at least he won't have to worry about his belongings being searched.

Bang bang bang!

"Who?"

Chen Fan was startled and immediately composed himself, rushing outside to ask.

"it's me."

Song Zijie's somewhat dejected voice rang out.

What is he here for?

Chen Fan frowned, got up, and went to open the door.

"Ah Jie, is something wrong?"

"I heard from Ah Tou that you're starting a new team. Have you finalized the staffing?"

Song Zijie's expression was somewhat conflicted when he said this.

"Not yet, I'll go to the police academy tomorrow to check."

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Ah Jie, you have some ideas?"

"Yes, I want to join."

Song Zijie did not mention that he has started to be ostracized because of his brother's situation.

He was afraid that Chen Fan would refuse because of this.

But if he didn't tell his friends, he would be lying to them, which is why he hesitated.

"Really? Of course, I'd love to."

Chen Fan immediately laughed.

"Afan, listen to me first..."

Seeing his reaction, Song Zijie finally decided to confess: "I have an older brother. He... he's involved in a gang and he was recently released from jail."

"Is it that person from last time?"

Chen Fan shook his head and said, "It's okay, A-Jie, you are you, and your brother is your brother. I believe in you."

Upon hearing this, Song Zijie almost burst into tears.

He has been suffering greatly because of Song Zihao's situation.

He had been keeping a close eye on the Ni family, but now he was assigned to work with the military. The huge difference in their circumstances dealt a severe blow to Song Zijie's self-esteem.

"Don't worry, Afan, I won't let you down!"

He said solemnly.

"No need to say that."

Chen Fan patted him on the shoulder: "Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

"No, I'm going to the police academy tomorrow, right? Do you want me to come with you?"

Song Zijie spoke with a slightly nasal tone.

"it is good."

Chen Fan nodded in agreement.

He was just thinking about how to get involved in Tan Cheng's counterfeit money case, and now that the opportunity had come knocking on his door, he naturally wouldn't miss it.

Song Zijie left with great excitement, and the room fell silent once more.

Chen Fan also prepared to rest in preparation for his police academy trip tomorrow.

In the darkness of night, on the other side of the port city, in the Victoria Peak villa district.

"Sir, this is all the information."

"Yes, you must not let Miss know about this. You may leave now."

A moment later, a photograph was placed on the coffee table, showing the scene of Chen Fan killing the Crown Prince.

The fingers holding the cigar tapped lightly on the table, producing a few muffled sounds.

"You brat, if you want to be my son-in-law, let's see if you have the ability!"

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the next day.

Chen Fan was woken up early in the morning by Song Zijie, who had rushed over.

The two grabbed a quick breakfast outside and then drove the car they had just obtained to the police academy.

Since it was the weekend, apart from those still playing ball on the playground, there were hardly any other people to be seen.

"The principal's office is over there, we..."

Song Zijie hadn't been back for a long time, and he looked somewhat excited.

As he was speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Chen Fan looked up and saw that Chen Yongren's eyes were red and he was moving his feet mechanically like a walking corpse.

"Afan, do you know him?"

Song Zijie noticed his expression and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Well, what a poor fellow. Let's go."

Chen Fan didn't pay much attention.

Upon hearing this, Song Zijie stared at Chen Yongren for a while, a hint of sympathy appearing in his eyes.

"Feeling so bad, did I fail a course?"

"Perhaps."

Chen Fan's lips twitched, and the two walked together toward the principal's office.

In fact, if Chen Yongren is used well, he can be a very good pawn.

His identity naturally earned him Ni Yongxiao's trust, enabling him to do things that others could not easily do.

Chen Fan didn't have this idea for two reasons: one, he disdained it, and two, it was too troublesome.

If we're going to deal with Ni Yongxiao, Han Chen is the one who's the most efficient.

A moment later, Chen Fan followed Song Zijie to the principal's office.

Principal Ye was on the phone when he saw them, and immediately finished his conversation in a few words and hung up.

"Afan, you're here so early! I thought you'd be a little late."

"I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer."

Chen Fan said politely.

"Haha, I don't have anything to do anyway, so it's quite comfortable to drink tea and read the newspaper here."

After Principal Ye finished speaking warmly, his gaze swept over Song Zijie, "Your name is Zijie, right? I remember you, you had excellent graduation grades, and you even gave a speech on stage."

"The principal has a really good memory."

Song Zijie smiled shyly.

After exchanging pleasantries, the three of them, led by Principal Ye, went to the outside of the gymnasium.

Pushing open the door, I saw more than a dozen people running inside.

"Afan, Qichang is someone I personally mentored, and you are his student, so we're on the same side."

Principal Ye said in a low voice, "He had high hopes for you in setting up this team. These are the best students from grades two to four, with excellent qualities in all aspects. You can pick whatever you like, don't be shy with me."

"Thank you, Principal."

Chen Fan nodded gratefully.

Then, at Principal Ye's signal, the instructors of the group who were training blew their whistles, and in no time, two rows of people appeared in the middle of the venue.

These trainees were all around eighteen or nineteen years old, with short hair and straight eyes, giving them a rather sharp and capable look.

At this moment, they were looking at Chen Fan with curious eyes.

As a face that had appeared in two episodes of the police report, he was quickly recognized by some people, causing a small disturbance in the group.

The instructor's face darkened, and he blew his whistle a few times before the scene quieted down.

Chen Fan remained silent, his gaze sweeping across the faces before he spotted a familiar one.

"What's your name?"

"Reporting, sir, my name is Ma Jun, ID number PC68241!"

"Step forward!"

"Yes, sir!"

Ma Jun was chosen. His face flushed, he took a step forward and saluted Chen Fan amidst the envious gazes of the others.

"Please give your orders, sir!"

"Standing is fine."

Chen Fan shook his head, then looked at the remaining people.

Unfortunately, apart from Ma Jun, there was no one else who caught my eye.

Just as Chen Fan was wondering whether he should just pick a few at random, he heard voices coming from the entrance of the venue.

"Huh, what's going on?"

"Let's go, don't go and join the fun!"

Chen Fan turned his head and saw two familiar people pulling at each other.

"You two, come here!"

He beckoned.

The two who were playfully fighting froze at the same time, their shoulders slumping.

The instructor standing at the front of the line twitched his eye and said sternly, "Zhao Wenqiang, Zhang Weiji, didn't you hear your superior calling you?!"

"yes!"

The two quickly stood up straight and stood in front of Chen Fan.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Zhao Wenqiang saluted with a serious expression.

"Besides this name, what else do people call you?"

Chen Fan didn't have much of an impression of this, so he took the initiative to ask.

"Sir, my friends call me Chili, this is my brother Curry!"

Zhao Wenqiang, no, Chili, didn't forget to introduce his friend beside him after he finished speaking.

"Curry, chili, right?"

Chen Fan nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Principal Ye, these are the three we have."

"Have you made your choice?"

Principal Ye looked troubled and pulled Chen Fan aside. "Let's forget about Ma Jun. That guy isn't very bright. Letting him carry out the mission could easily lead to accidents."

Is your brain not working properly?

Chen Fan looked at Chili, who was winking at the students standing in two rows, showing no fear of their murderous gazes.

"It's alright, they're the ones."

"Okay, if you're not satisfied, you can come back later to change it."

Principal Ye patted his arm: "Come visit me more often with Qichang, and I'll take you fishing sometime!"

"Oh... thank you, Principal."

Chen Fan chuckled awkwardly twice, deciding to skip the fishing idea altogether.

He turned and walked up to the three people he had chosen: "Come with me."

Chili, unaware of what had happened, whispered to Ma Jun:

"Hey, what's going on?"

Ma Jun gave him a disdainful look, then strode after Chen Fan.

The chili made his mouth crooked.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Curry quickly pulled him back, "We can talk about it after this is over."

And so, the group left the gymnasium and went to the playground outside.

Principal Ye was comforting the students who were not selected, so he didn't come over.

"I am Chen Fan, a senior constable of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB)."

Chen Fan first showed his police ID, "I'm here on orders from Inspector Lu to select a few elite officers from the police academy to form an anti-gang task force. Are you confident?"

"have!"

Ma Jun immediately replied firmly.

Curry followed closely behind, speaking softer, but still with considerable presence.

Chen Fan turned his gaze to the chili peppers.

"Do you have a problem?"

"Sir, you're not sending us to go undercover, are you?"

Chili peppers wrinkled their faces.

"Of course not."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "As the team leader, I can tell you with certainty that we will be at the forefront of the fight against organized crime and will fight those evil forces to the very end!"

"Then there's no problem, sir!"

Chili immediately adopted a serious expression and saluted.

A moment later, Principal Ye came out of the gymnasium. After saying goodbye to him, Chen Fan led the group into the car.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the young people all had excited expressions on their faces, especially Chili, who kept talking the whole way.

"Sir, do we in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) often deal with those shorty thugs? I heard that you killed two of the 'Tsim Sha Tsui Five Tigers,' is that true?"

Before Chen Fan could answer, Curry tugged at him from the side.

"Aren't you annoying? The officer is driving."

"I was just curious..."

Chili muttered something, but her eyes kept glancing at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan ignored him and focused his gaze on the roadside not far ahead.

A black sedan was parked there, and two people were standing next to it.

One is Huang Zhicheng, and the other is Chen Yongren.

Both of them had serious expressions, as if they were talking about something important.

Chen Yongren had his head down, so his expression was not visible, but his shoulders were very tense, like a string that was about to break.

Chen Fan slowed down the car.

Although he didn't like this person, he still had to put on a show.

The car slowly came to a stop on the side of the road, and Chen Fan got out of the car.

"Wong Sir".

Huang Zhicheng turned around, saw it was him, and his usual smile appeared on his face.

"Ah Fan? What a coincidence. I heard about you from Inspector Lu. I was hoping you could help me for a few days, but it seems like that's not going to happen. Do a good job and don't let him down."

"Thank you, Inspector Wong."

Chen Fan glanced at Chen Yongren and said, "Then I won't bother you any longer. You go ahead and do your work."

"Um."

Huang Zhicheng stood there with his hands on his hips.

The car was restarted and drove onto the main road.

In the rearview mirror, Huang Zhicheng and Chen Yongren's figures grew smaller and smaller until they finally disappeared around the corner.

Chili, who had been holding it in the whole way, finally couldn't help but ask, "Sir, was that Chen Yongren just now?"

"Do you know him?"

Chen Fan glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

"Of course I know them!"

Chili's voice rose a few decibels, "The guy with the best results this term got A's in shooting, combat, and physical fitness. The instructors use him as an example to scold us every day!"

"He's no match for me in a fight!"

Ma Jun suddenly said.

Curry and Chili paused for a moment, but dared not refute, clearly aware of this guy's reputation.

Song Zijie sat in the passenger seat and remained silent.

At this moment, he turned his head, his expression somewhat complicated.

"He gets such good grades, why does he look... so dejected today?"

Chen Fan remained silent for a moment.

"His father is Ni Kun."

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Chili and curry looked at each other in bewilderment, and Ma Jun was also stunned.

Song Zijie's expression changed most noticeably, from confusion to shock, and then from shock to an indescribable emotion.

"Ni Kun...that Ni Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui?"

The sound of chili peppers subsided.

"Um."

"Then how can he become a policeman?"

Curry blurted out, but then realized it was inappropriate and awkwardly shut his mouth.

After a long while, Song Zijie finally spoke, his voice somewhat low.

"That's tough for him."

This statement seems to be referring to Chen Yongren, but it also seems to be referring to himself.

Chen Fan glanced at him in the rearview mirror but didn't say anything.