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Three days later, Chen Fan stood at the entrance of the Central Police Station with Song Zijie and Ma Jun.

This building is much more impressive than the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station. The exterior walls have just been painted, and the brass plaques at the entrance are polished to a shine. The police officers coming and going are hurrying along, and no one gives them a second glance.

"Brother Fan, why am I a little nervous?"

Ma Jun said in a low voice, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides.

"What are you afraid of?"

Chen Fan patted him on the shoulder, "Just follow me."

The three entered the lobby and were greeted by a huge police badge, with two uniformed police officers standing below. Their eyes swept over them.

Chen Fan gave his name, and the clerk behind the counter made a phone call. Less than two minutes later, a middle-aged man came out of the elevator.

"Chen Fan?"

"it's me."

"Uncle Biao is waiting for you, come with me."

The middle-aged man led them up to the third floor. The corridor was long, with closed doors on both sides. Occasionally, police officers would push open the doors and go in or out, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

At the very back was an office, the door ajar, from which came the sound of teaware clinking.

The middle-aged man knocked on the door. "Uncle Biao, the person has arrived."

"Come in."

Uncle Biao's voice came from inside.

Chen Fan pushed open the door and went inside. The space inside was more than twice the size of Lu Qichang's.

The bookshelf against the wall was filled with folders, and several photos were hanging next to it, all of them group photos of high-ranking police officers.

Uncle Biao sat on the sofa, wearing a crisply ironed white shirt, the flowers and stars on his epaulets standing out brightly in the sunlight.

"You're here? Have a seat."

Uncle Biao pointed to the sofa opposite him, his gaze sweeping over Chen Fan's face: "Our chief is currently on a business trip to England, so I'm in charge of the police station for now."

Chen Fan sat down opposite him, his back ramrod straight, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Ma Jun and Song Zijie stood behind him, not daring to breathe.

"Don't be so nervous."

Seeing their reaction, Uncle Biao chuckled softly, "Relax a bit."

Chen Fan immediately replied solemnly, "Thank you, sir! We're used to it."

These words made Ma Jun, who was exhaling, blush and quickly straighten his body again.

"Heh, indeed a promising young man."

Uncle Biao's smile widened: "I haven't thanked you yet. If you hadn't stopped him in time, Ka-Kui might have done something foolish."

"Sir, you flatter me. This is what I should do as a police officer."

Chen Fan answered immediately.

"Hey, just call me Uncle Biao."

Uncle Biao's face showed familiarity. "I'll call you Afan too."

"Uncle Biao!"

Although Chen Fan was curious about why the other person was so friendly, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he readily greeted them.

"Yes, that's more like it."

Uncle Biao didn't say anything more. He stood up, straightened his collar, and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to meet your future colleagues."

The three followed Uncle Biao out of the office, walked east along the corridor for a while, and pushed open a double wooden door at the end.

Behind the door was a large open space with a dozen or so desks scattered around.

Several whiteboards stood against the wall, covered with photos and sticky notes strung together with red thread.

At this moment, many people are busy, and the phone keeps ringing, creating a scene of bustling activity.

Uncle Biao clapped his hands, the sound was not loud, but the whole room instantly fell silent.

"Stop for a moment, everyone. Let me introduce you to someone."

All eyes turned to Chen Fan, who was standing behind Uncle Biao.

"This is Chen Fan. From today onwards, he will be our colleague."

Uncle Biao stepped aside to let Chen Fan take a step forward. "Don't let his youth fool you, he has already solved many major cases and is a rare young talent."

A few low murmurs rose in the room. Some whispered among themselves, while others scrutinized Chen Fan from head to toe.

Every member of the Major Crimes Unit has been through countless battles.

Dealing with those vicious and ruthless criminals every day, you'd be embarrassed to call yourself a member of the serious crimes unit if you didn't have a few lives on your hands.

A young punk from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) killed a few gangsters and made the newspapers, and was even treated like a treasure and invited over.

The fact that they didn't give Uncle Biao a hard time on the spot was already out of consideration for Uncle Biao's prestige over the years.

"Judging from your expressions, is anyone disagreeing?"

"Uncle Biao, is this kid any good? What if he gets so scared of the bandits that he wets his pants?"

"It's not that we're not convinced, but we're not babysitters. When things really get serious, we won't have time to save him."

"it is good."

Uncle Biao listened to his subordinate's words, but instead of getting angry, he smiled, his eyes filled with a sense of triumph.

"Since everyone feels there's a problem, let's give young people a chance to prove themselves."

He patted Chen Fan on the shoulder: "Are you scared?"

"If I'm afraid, I won't become a policeman!"

Chen Fan had already cursed the old man in his mind.

This isn't an introduction; it's clearly an attempt to incite hatred.

I haven't offended him at all, is it really necessary to act like this?!

"Hmm, you're energetic!"

Uncle Biao glanced at the photo and took it from a nearby whiteboard.

"This man is named Tan Cheng. On the surface, he's the boss of a foreign trade company, but in reality, all his business dealings are illegal. Are you confident you can bring him to justice within ten days?"

"I have confidence!"

Chen Fan did not hesitate at all.

Even without this incident, he would have taken action against Tan Cheng anyway, and now he has an even more legitimate reason to do so.

"Okay, then..."

A man in the corner suddenly stood up, pushing his chair back half a meter with a screeching sound.

"Uncle Biao!"

His voice was low, but everyone could hear the anger in it. "I've been following this case for three months, we've used seven or eight informants, and we were just about to close the net!"

"So you know you've been following them for three months?"

Uncle Biao gave him a cold shoulder. "Closing the net? What are you going to use to close it? Where is Tan Cheng's warehouse? When is his next shipment? Zhang, what exactly have you been investigating these past three months?"

The man was speechless after being rebuked, and dared not argue with his boss, so he could only glare at Chen Fan resentfully.

"I refuse to accept this!"

"You disagree? Fine!"

Uncle Biao then said, "Since you're not convinced, why don't you have a contest with Afan and see who can capture Tan Cheng within ten days!"

"good!"

Da Zhang immediately agreed.

Seeing this, Uncle Biao turned his head with a half-smile, "Afan, what about you?"

Me? I'll give you a piece of my mind!

Chen Fan pursed his lips and nodded: "Okay!"

This case is a good opportunity to establish myself in the serious crime unit.

"Okay, I need the results in ten days."

Uncle Biao gently patted Chen Fan on the shoulder: "Just tell A-Qiang if you need anything. By the way, you don't have a car yet, right? I'll have him take you to apply for one later."

Ah Qiang is the middle-aged man who led the way earlier; he's standing at the door now.

"Thank you, Uncle Biao!"

"Okay, do a good job."

After Uncle Biao left, the room was quiet for a few seconds. Everyone returned to their seats, and no one gave Chen Fan a second glance.

Zhang sat back down in the corner, picked up the file on the table, and slammed it down hard, making a crisp cracking sound.

"Don't just put on airs, don't be a pretty face with no substance!"

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Ma Jun took a step forward, but Chen Fan pressed down on his shoulder.

"Let's go."

Chen Fan turned and walked out, with Song Zijie and Ma Jun following behind.

[Triggering Case: Tan Cheng Case]

[Mission Objective: To dismantle Tan Cheng's criminal gang within ten days]

[Rewards: 200 Sin Points, 1 Free Attribute Point, Unlock New Shop Items]

[Countdown: 9 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes]

Meanwhile, inside the office.

Uncle Biao is on the phone.

"The matter is settled. What exactly are you planning to do? Give me a hint. Chen Fan seems like a decent kid, so don't mess around."

"What? You're telling me to ignore it? Ha, I'll tell Huizhen!"

"Ha, you're threatening me now? Fine, fine, let's put that aside for now. I'm asking you, if your daughter really wants to be with him, what are you going to do?"

After chatting for a while, Uncle Biao hung up the phone with a smile.

Ever since he saw Chen Fan and Le Huizhen shopping that day, he has used his connections to start investigating.

Despite leaving the welfare home, he managed to get into the police academy on his own, and his performance, from the case on Da Nan Street to now, has been impeccable.

Young, capable, and energetic, Uncle Biao would have wanted to take Chen Fan as his son-in-law if he didn't have a daughter of his own.

Today's matter was entrusted to me by Lok Wai-ching's father.

I wonder if this kid can handle Tan Cheng, who's a ruthless old fox.

the other side.

Chen Fan and the other two had already gone down to the first floor. Instead of tidying up their workstations upstairs as Uncle Biao had suggested, they went straight to apply for a car.

"Brother Fan, that Zhang guy is way too arrogant."

Ma Jun, who had been holding back all the way, finally couldn't help but speak up, "What do you mean by 'not just a pretty face'? He followed him for three months and couldn't find out anything, and he still has the nerve to say that—"

"Alright."

Chen Fan interrupted him, "Instead of complaining, you should think about how to capture Tan Cheng within ten days."

Ma Jun shut his mouth, but he couldn't hide the resentment on his face.

Song Zijie walked behind, remaining silent, seemingly lost in thought.

As the three were about to head towards the garage, the police station door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A figure rushed in, almost bumping into Chen Fan, who was walking at the front.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

The man apologized repeatedly, but didn't stop walking, clearly in a hurry.

But after taking only two steps, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Chen Fan.

"It's you?!"

Chen Jiaju's eyes widened, his expression somewhat surprised.

Chen Fan stopped and nodded slightly: "Officer Chen."

"Hey, don't call me Officer Chen, just call me Ka-Kui."

Chen Jiaju waved his hand, his face showing no resentment but rather gratitude. "I haven't had a chance to thank you for what happened last time. If you hadn't stopped me, I'd probably be drinking coffee in the Disciplinary Investigation Department right now."

He scratched the back of his head and gave a somewhat embarrassed smile: "I was acting impulsively at the time and almost did something stupid. That slap of yours was good; it woke me up."

Chen Fan was slightly taken aback by his words and then said:

"Brother Ka-Kui, you're too kind. Everyone gets emotional sometimes. Even if I didn't intervene, you would have calmed down by now."

"Oh, anyway, thank you."

Chen Jiaju disliked formalities and patted Chen Fan's shoulder forcefully: "If you ever need any help in the future, just ask. I, Chen Jiaju, may not be able to promise anything else, but as long as it's within my ability, I will absolutely not refuse!"

"Brother Ka-Kui, you're too kind."

"Alright, enough chit-chat, I have a case to handle."

Chen Jiaju pulled out his pager from his pocket. "Give me your number. Let's have some tea sometime."

Seeing this, Chen Fan did not hesitate and immediately gave the number of the pager he had obtained from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau.

After exchanging contact information, Chan Ka-kui hurriedly ran upstairs.

Ma Jun watched his retreating figure and muttered to himself, "This senior brother is straightforward, but his nose is a bit too big."

"Let's go get the car."

Chen Fan led the two to the underground parking garage, where, with A-Qiang's help, they completed the formalities and received the keys to a silver-gray sedan.

The car isn't new; there are a few scratches on the paint, but it's well-maintained.

Chen Fan sat in the driver's seat, his hands on the steering wheel, but did not start the engine immediately.

Ma Jun, sitting in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt and turned to ask, "Brother Fan, where are we going now?"

Chen Fan didn't answer, his gaze falling on the rearview mirror.

Song Zijie in the back seat had his head down, so his expression was not visible.

"Zijie".

Chen Fan spoke.

Song Zijie raised his head and met Chen Fan's gaze.

He was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "You want to go find my brother, right?"

After saying that, he gave another address, in Wan Chai, which was about a ten-minute drive from here.

Ma Jun was stunned. He turned to look at Song Zijie, then at Chen Fan, looking completely bewildered.

"Brother Fan, why are we going to find Zijie's brother?"

Chen Fan started the car, drove out of the police station garage, and merged into the traffic flow in Central.

"Zijie, you speak."

Song Zijie sat in the back seat and remained silent for a while before slowly speaking: "My brother... Song Zihao, used to be a big boss in Tancheng."

He slowly turned his head and looked at Song Zijie in disbelief.

"Is your brother involved in a gang?"

His voice carried an indescribable complexity.

Song Zijie did not argue, but nodded.

The carriage fell silent, with only the deep rumble of the engine and the occasional honking of horns from outside the window.

Ma Jun opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing Song Zijie's lowered eyes, he swallowed his words back.

Although the two had not known each other for long, they both knew how upright this person was.

It's impossible not to feel awkward when you suddenly find out that your partner's brother is a gang member and Tan Cheng's former boss.

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

A moment later, we arrived in Wan Chai.

The car drove through several streets, turned into a narrow alley, and finally stopped in front of a car repair shop.

The shop was small, made of corrugated iron sheets, with a few old tires and scattered tools piled up at the entrance.

A slightly worn Toyota sedan was jacked up, with two legs protruding from under the chassis.

To avoid suspicion, Chen Fan did not let Song Zijie get down, but instead led Ma Jun over.

Is Song Zihao here?

A middle-aged man with gray hair came out.

"Who are you? What do you want with Ah-hao?"

His expression was wary.

"We're from the Major Crimes Unit; we're here to find out more about the situation."

Chen Fan took out his identification.

The middle-aged man looked up, and after confirming that it was correct, he did not immediately go to call for help. Instead, he stood still and said:

"Ah Sir, Ah Hao has reformed."

"I know, this trip is about his brother."

Chen Fan said softly.

Clang!

The sound of something falling came from behind Chunlai.

"What's wrong with Zijie?"

The man who had been under the car crawled out and grabbed Chen Fan's clothes excitedly.