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O office.

Lu Qichang was sitting behind his desk reading documents when he heard a knock on the door. He looked up and said:

"Come in."

Chen Fan pushed open the door and entered, followed by Song Zijie and three young men.

"Boss, the person has been brought back."

Lu Qichang put down the documents and glanced at Ma Jun, Chili, and Curry's faces one by one.

The three people stood ramrod straight, not daring to breathe.

"good."

Lu Qichang nodded, opened a drawer and took out a stack of forms. "Fill out the files. From today onwards, you'll have one foot in the O-Division's door, and the other half will be earned through your own abilities."

"Yes, sir!"

The three responded in unison, their voices so loud they startled everyone else in the office.

Chili's hands were trembling when she took the form; she didn't know if it was from nervousness or excitement.

Lu Qichang watched this scene and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but he quickly became serious again.

He tapped on the table.

"Afan, I've set up the team for you, but let me make this clear: leading people isn't like shooting a gun, where you just need to aim accurately."

At this point, Lu Qichang paused, then took out a stack of documents from the drawer: "There's a case now, perfect for testing whether you can handle it."

Chen Fan glanced down and saw the words "He Lian Sheng" written in large characters on the cover.

"Wo Luen Shing is about to choose a new leader."

Lu Qichang leaned back in his chair. "Big D and Lok Siu are the two hot favorites. Their subordinates have already started scouting territories. The higher-ups are keeping a close eye on them. We absolutely cannot let them cause any major chaos. Are you confident?"

Chen Fan opened the folder, which contained several photos.

They are Big D, Lok Siu, and several uncles from the Wo Luen Shing family.

This is another unlucky guy who died from fishing.

"I have confidence!"

He straightened his back and said.

"Your momentum is quite good. What you need to do isn't difficult, but it's not exactly easy either."

Lu Qichang held up three fingers.

"First, keep an eye on Big D and don't let him cause trouble. Second, talk to the older generation of the Wo Luen Shing and tell them to keep an eye on their men. Third, if a fight really breaks out, I need to know about it at least three hours in advance."

Chen Fan closed the folder. "Understood, boss."

Don't agree too quickly.

Lu Qichang stared into his eyes. "No one's going to cover for you this time. Big Mouth and Water Ghost both have their own jobs. You and your three men will have to figure things out yourselves."

If you succeed, it proves you have the ability to lead a team; if you fail—

"I'll come back and continue learning from Ah Tou."

Chen Fan continued.

Lu Qichang chuckled and waved for him to leave.

As soon as Chen Fan stepped out of the office, lines of text appeared in his mind.

[Task Triggered: Maintain Order]

With the upcoming election for the top leader of the Wo Luen Shing Foundation, the conflict between the factions of Big D and Lok Siu has intensified, and a large-scale clash could erupt at any time.

[Mission Objective: Ensure no major chaos occurs during the election.]

[Success Rewards: 120 Sin Points, 1 Free Attribute Point, Unlocks New Item in the Shop.]

[Failure Penalty: The team is disbanded, and the host loses their qualification to lead a team.]

Current Sin Value: 0

[Note: If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who created it.]

Chen Fan glanced at it and made up his mind.

In the corridor, Song Zijie was leaning against the wall waiting for him.

Ma Jun, Chili, and Curry stood not far away, like three upright wooden stakes, their expressions tense.

"Should I call you 'Atou' now?"

Song Zijie asked with a smile.

"Just call me Brother Fan."

Chen Fan smiled, but then became serious. He picked up the documents in his hand and said to the other three, "Inspector Lu has assigned us a task. If you do it well, the three of you will officially become members of my team. If you mess it up, I will go back to continue my training, and you will go back to the police academy."

The consequences may not sound serious, but Chen Fan knew very well that if he really messed up, there would be no second chance like this.

Li Wenbin was doing a rehearsal this time.

If Chen Fan can truly shoulder the responsibility, then we can disregard some of the established rules within the police force.

For example, age and qualifications.

If you can't pick it up, then go back and patiently endure it.

Therefore, no matter what happens, Chen Fan will not allow himself to fail.

Chili leaned closer, peered at the photo, and said, "Big D from Tsuen Wan, I heard about him when I was in police academy. He's the strongest gang in the Wo Shing triad right now, and he's incredibly arrogant; he's capable of anything!"

Ma Jun didn't say anything, but his eyes lit up.

Curry shrank back and muttered, "There are only five of us..."

"If you're scared, you can go back to the track and run."

Chen Fan glanced at him.

Curry immediately shut up and stood up straight.

Chen Fan didn't say anything more and led his men downstairs.

As they passed through the lobby, Xie Jin'an was leaning against the counter chatting with a clerk. When he saw them, his gaze lingered on Chen Fan for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Chen Fan pretended not to see it and went straight out the door.

"You guys go with Zijie to the dormitory first, and get everything ready. We'll officially start the mission tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Brother Fan, I'm short on living expenses lately..."

Chili rubbed her hands together, a sheepish smile on her face.

Curry turned her head to one side, as if she didn't want to see him.

Chen Fan didn't expect this kid to give him such a surprise as soon as he arrived. He reached into his pocket as if to take something out, and when he pulled it out, there were already several banknotes.

"Take it!"

"Thank you, Brother Fan, I'll definitely pay you back!"

Chili was surprised that she could actually borrow money, and she felt completely relaxed.

It seems he's really facing some difficulties.

After saying goodbye to the others, Chen Fan left the police station alone.

The Ni family has been quiet for too long, and Huang Zhicheng has acquired Chen Yongren. If they don't stir things up, they might not even get a taste of the soup later.

Half an hour later.

Inside a public telephone booth.

Chen Fan obtained Han Chen's phone number through Wei Jixiang.

This time, he specifically instructed them to be careful, saying he would rather spend more money than let their personal information be leaked.

Wei Jixiang used his connections in the underworld to handle the matter very well.

After dialing the number, Han Chen's distinctive voice rang out from the receiver a moment later.

"Feed? Which one?"

"Han Chen, do you want to know how Ni Kun died?"

Chen Fan lowered his voice, making it very deep.

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and then the background noise gradually faded away.

"You're the guy who called Gandhi? You think I'd believe you by hiding your true identity?"

"If you didn't believe me, you wouldn't have continued talking to me."

Chen Fan said slowly, "Go and investigate that guy named Liu Jianming who works under your wife. What was he doing on the day Ni Kun died?"

"What do you mean?!"

Han Chen's tone suddenly tightened: "You bastard, don't let me find you!"

Do you think Ni Yongxiao will be able to find out?

Chen Fan didn't care about his emotions at the moment.

"Time is running out. You decide what to do. By the way, you seem to have a good relationship with that policeman named Huang Zhicheng. It's really enviable, haha..."

After a series of low laughs, Chen Fan hung up the phone.

Stepping out of the phone booth, the sun was setting.

The fire has been lit; who will be burned to death this time?

Eight o'clock the next evening.

Chen Fan, along with Song Zijie, Ma Jun, Chili, and Curry, set off for Tsuen Wan.

In the car, Chili flipped through the few documents she had, muttering, "Brother Fan, we don't even have a proper action plan, and we're just going to go straight to Big D like this?"

No need for a plan.

Chen Fan sat in the passenger seat and spoke without turning his head.

Curry swallowed hard and whispered to Chili, "Is Brother Fan planning to just take action?"

Chili didn't say anything, but there was a hint of guilt in her eyes.

Ma Jun sat in the back row by the window, not saying a word, but his hands were already clenching and unclenching on his knees, as if he was warming up in advance.

Song Zijie was driving when he glanced at Chen Fan's profile, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Tsuen Wan, Texaco Trail.

The Grand Rich Nightclub.

Four young men in floral shirts, gold chains around their necks, and cigarettes dangling from their mouths stood at the door, chatting and laughing together.

Chen Fan pushed open the car door and got out, striding inside.

"Hey! Who are you? We don't serve new customers here!"

The short, yellow-haired mule reached out to stop him, his gaze sweeping over Chen Fan before glancing at the four men following behind him, a wary look on his face.

Chen Fan didn't say anything, but directly took out his police ID from his pocket and slapped it on his chest.

Yellow Hair looked down and his expression changed, but he quickly reverted to his usual nonchalant demeanor.

"Officer, we're running a legitimate business here. Are you checking our license? Do you have a search warrant?"

"I'm looking for Big D."

Chen Fan took back his police ID and looked down at him.

"D-bro isn't here—"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Fan had already pushed the blond-haired man aside and walked straight inside.

"Hey! You—"

Huang Mao tried to chase after him, but Ma Jun blocked his way from the side.

This guy had been itching for a fight for a while. At this moment, his shoulder slumped, and the blond guy felt like he had run into a wall, staggering back several steps.

The other three gangsters tried to surround them, but Chili and Curry stood in front of them on the left and right. Although they were feeling nervous, they forced a brave face and didn't show their fear.

Song Zijie walked at the back, his hand on his waist, his gaze sweeping over the movements of the four people.

Inside a private room on the second floor of the nightclub.

Big D was sitting on a leather sofa, with a tea set on the mahogany coffee table in front of him, the aroma of tea wafting through the air.

Two businessmen dressed in suits sat opposite him, holding contracts in their hands, as if they were discussing something.

Just then, the door was kicked open, and the henchmen who were guarding outside were thrown in.

Big D suddenly stood up and looked outside.

Who are you?

"Senior Constable of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, Chan Fan, you can call me Chan Sir!"

Chen Fan walked to the coffee table, took out his police ID from his pocket and waved it, then put it back before Big D could see it clearly.

Big D's fleshy face twitched, and his cheeks bulged out as he strained.

He first glanced at the four people who followed Chen Fan in, then slowly leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"A high-ranking police officer? I thought he was some big shot, but he's just a small fry."

Big D laughed dismissively, "Where's your Inspector Lu? Tell him to come and talk to me."

"If Inspector Luk were here, things wouldn't be like this now. You and Young Master Lok are choosing a leader recently, right?"

Chen Fan smiled, sat down on the single sofa opposite the coffee table, reached for the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip.

"The tea is good, but it's a pity the person isn't so great."

Seeing this, the two men in suits wisely stood up, said with an awkward smile, "Brother D, we're leaving now," and hurriedly departed.

The office fell silent, leaving only Big D and his few men.

Do you know who you're talking to?

Big D's voice turned somber, and the smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by a sinister look of being offended.

"So what if you know, and so what if you don't?"

Chen Fan put down his teacup and said, enunciating each word clearly, "I don't care who you are!!"

Big D suddenly stood up, pushing the chair back half a meter with a screeching sound.

His four men immediately stepped forward, one of them already reaching for his lower back.

Song Zijie's hand rested on the holster, while Ma Jun stood directly in front of Chen Fan, his fists clenched tightly.

Although Chili and Curry's legs were a little weak, they still gritted their teeth and stood on the sides.

"sit down."

Chen Fan didn't move, or even look up. He simply picked up his teacup and took another sip, his tone as if he were scolding a disobedient dog.

Big D's chest heaved violently, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He has been running rampant in Tsuen Wan for so many years, and even the police superintendent is no match for him.

Now, a junior policeman, with a few greenhorns who haven't even grown up yet, comes to his territory, sits on his sofa, drinks his tea, and even asks him to sit down.

"You're asking for it!"

Big D slammed his hand on the coffee table, making the teacup jump and spill tea all over the table.

His henchman, who had reached for his lower back, immediately drew a machete, its blade gleaming coldly in the lamplight.

This is the moment Ma Jun has been waiting for.

Apart from Chen Fan, no one saw how he made his move. They only heard a muffled thud, and the thug with the knife was already kneeling on the ground, clutching his stomach. The machete flew out of his hand and crashed into the wall with a bang.

Big D's remaining three henchmen froze for a moment, and just as they were about to rush forward, they heard a crisp metallic clang.

Chen Fan had already stood up, holding a .38 pistol in his right hand, the muzzle pointed directly at Big D's forehead.

The entire office seemed to have been put on pause.

Big D stood frozen in place, but his face still held that arrogant look.

"What, are you trying to scare me?"

"I said, sit down."

Chen Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sense of composure.

Big D didn't move, and sneered:

"You dare to shoot?"

"You can give it a try."

Chen Fan's thumb deflected the hammer, making a soft click.

Big D's Adam's apple bobbed, but this time he didn't dare to speak again.

The office was so quiet you could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.

More than a minute later, Chen Fan slowly put the gun away and put it back in the holster on his waist.

He sat back down on the sofa, picked up the now-cold tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Big D, I don't care how powerful you are in Tsuen Wan."

Chen Fan put down his teacup and looked directly into his eyes.

"You'd better stay put for the time being, don't cause any trouble, don't make a scene, and don't let me hear your name appear in any case files."

"What if we don't?"

Big D asked through gritted teeth.

"If not—"

Chen Fan stood up, looking down at him with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

"You're definitely not going to be elected leader!"

He walked outside, pausing briefly at the doorway: "All I want is order. You're smart enough to know what I'm talking about."

Song Zijie, Ma Jun, Chili, and Curry followed behind Chen Fan. When the four of them walked out of the office, their backs were already soaked with cold sweat.

But they stood up straight.

The moment the door closed, the sound of things being smashed came from inside the office, along with Big D's low-pitched roar.

"Wow, Fan Ge, you're so awesome!!"

Chili's eyes sparkled; he instantly became a fanboy.

When he was in police academy, he never imagined that he would have such a prestigious day.

Ma Jun and Curry were also visibly excited, looking completely convinced.

Song Zijie was more composed, but he also had a smile on his face.

Compared to the various forms of exclusion she faced at the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, being with Chen Fan was definitely the right choice.

"Don't follow my example."

Chen Fan, however, did not show much joy.

"The police force must follow the rules. This is because Big D is running for election, so he has to endure it whether he likes it or not. Under normal circumstances, he would never have swallowed this insult."

"Even if I wanted to learn, I couldn't!"

Chili scratched her head, raised one hand, and mimicked how Chen Fan had threatened Big D with a gun.

Curry patted him on the shoulder, and the atmosphere relaxed.