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Chen Fan looked down at his hands that had soiled his clothes, frowned, and grabbed Song Zihao's wrist. He didn't use much force, but the latter's expression changed instantly.

"Mr. Song, calm down!"

"Excuse me, sir, what happened to my brother?"

Song Zihao realized that his behavior was somewhat offensive and quickly let go of his hand.

Fortunately, Chen Fan was wearing dark-colored clothes today, so even if there was dirt, it wasn't very noticeable.

"Ah-Jie is currently working under me."

He looked around. "Should we go somewhere else to talk?"

"good!"

Song Zihao took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the alley behind the repair shop.

"Sir, may we speak now?"

"Ah-Jie's days at the police station weren't easy. People would steal his credit, and others would block his promotions. Do you know why?"

Chen Fan said softly.

Song Zihao lowered his head, his lips trembling slightly.

How could he not know?

"I...I've already reformed!"

"Who would believe that?"

Chen Fan shook his head slightly. "I have high hopes for Ah Jie. I've been mentoring him since the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, and now we've been transferred to the Major Crimes Unit together."

"you..."

Song Zihao looked up helplessly: "Sir, I am very grateful for your help to A-Jie, but I haven't been involved in the affairs of the underworld for a long time now."

"You're not going to ask questions? So you're abandoning your sworn brother, Xiao Ma?"

"What's wrong with Little Ma?"

"He's crippled and works as a parking attendant for Tan Cheng's company. He lives worse than a dog."

Chen Fan stepped forward, staring intently into Song Zihao's eyes: "He's endured so much humiliation for so long, all for revenge. Are you really just going to watch him die?"

Song Zihao fell silent, his once proud head slowly lowering.

Even Ma Jun could tell that he was in great pain.

"Work with me, remove Tan Cheng, you'll turn over a new leaf, Xiao Ma will be able to let go of the past, and A-Jie will prove himself and no longer be looked at with prejudice."

Chen Fan reached out and patted Song Zihao on the shoulder, handing him a note with his pager number on it.

"Don't rush to give me an answer. You can go see Xiao Ma. Maybe he can change your mind. Call me when you've thought it through."

After saying this, he winked at Ma Jun, and the two of them walked together toward the car.

Song Zihao stood in the alley.

When the auto repair shop owner saw Chen Fan and the others leave, he quickly went over to ask what had happened.

Song Zihao forced a smile to get through it, but he had already made up his mind.

In the car.

"Brother Fan, Song Zihao, he..."

That's your older brother.

Without turning his head, Chen Fan said, "Whether you hate him or not, he is your only family in this world."

Song Zijie fell silent.

Ma Jun patted him on the shoulder, wanting to comfort him but not knowing what to say.

"Brother Fan, where do we go now?"

"wait."

Chen Fan's lips curled up slightly. "Song Zihao will agree."

Tan Cheng's forces are very strong. He only has three men. Even if he wins a head-on confrontation, he will pay a heavy price. So he has to take it slow.

Meanwhile, the Central Crime Squad...

Zhang was having a meeting with his men.

"What are our rising stars doing?"

He suddenly asked.

"I don't know. They took the car and then disappeared. They probably went to investigate Tan Cheng's company."

"Heh, that's easy to investigate, we would have arrested them long ago."

"My biggest fear is that this might alert the suspects and hinder the investigation!"

"What should we do then? I don't know what Uncle Biao was thinking, insisting on letting a young upstart get involved in this matter."

"alright."

Zhang waved his hand, interrupting his subordinates' discussion.

"Never mind them. We've been planning this for so long, and with our brothers working together from the inside, Tan Cheng is definitely not going to escape this time!"

"Yes, sir!"

.....

.....

the next day.

Wan Chai, Lockhart Road.

Chen Fan walked slowly along the sidewalk with his hands in his jacket pockets.

Lok Wai-ching walked on his right, one hand linked with his arm, the other holding a string of fish balls, which she was taking small bites of.

"Do you want some or not?"

She handed me the bamboo skewer; there were two skewers left on it.

"You eat it."

Chen Fan shook his head.

"Are you disgusted by my saliva?"

Lok Hui-chen glanced at him sideways, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"I'm afraid you won't have enough to eat."

Chen Fan replied without changing his expression.

Le Huizhen snorted and stuffed the last two fish eggs into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out like a hamster.

She was dressed casually today, in a white T-shirt, a denim jacket, and her hair was tied in a high ponytail, giving her a youthful look.

This woman is completely different when she's working compared to when she's not.

The two turned into a narrower street, lined with stalls selling roast meats and sweet soups, the air filled with the sweet aroma of char siu.

Lok Wai-ching stopped in front of an egg waffle stall, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the row of golden round waffles on the griddle.

"Boss, one plain one, please!"

She pulled out her money faster than she pulled out her press pass.

Chen Fan stood to the side watching, a smile constantly on his face.

After the egg waffles were made, Lok Wai-ching broke off a piece and handed it to him. This time, she didn't ask if he wanted it or not, but just stuffed it into his hand.

"What have you been busy with lately? I've been calling you on your pager and you haven't answered."

"I've just joined the Major Crimes Unit, so I'm quite busy."

Chen Fan took a bite; it was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with just the right amount of sweetness. "I have a tricky case on my radar right now."

"Is there anything exclusive?"

Lok Wai-ching's eyes lit up, and her professional instincts immediately kicked in.

"Is that even a question? Of course there is!"

Chen Fan chuckled and gently pulled her hair behind her ear, saying, "Don't eat so many sweets, or you'll gain weight!"

"I won't get fat!"

Lok Hye-jung wrinkled her nose and gave her a look that said, "You know what's good for you."

The two continued walking, and she suddenly started talking about her newspaper.

"You know what? Our editor-in-chief has been going too far lately!"

There was a hint of helplessness in her tone.

"Oh? Is it targeting you?"

Chen Fan's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

"He dares!"

Le Huizhen snorted. "That guy's a martial arts fanatic. He always messes up my painstakingly written manuscripts, saying things like 'as long as the readers like it,' it's infuriating!"

"and then?"

"Then I told him that news isn't a martial arts novel, and he said that readers only care if the story is good or not, they don't care if what you're writing is true!"

"Haha, your editor-in-chief is a real talent."

"You're still laughing!"

Lok Wai-ching rolled her eyes. "When he wrote that article about you with five bullets, he originally wanted to name it 'The Ruthless Detective: Gunshots in Sham Shui Po,' but I stopped him from doing it."

"And then what? How did he compromise?"

"I told you, if you dare to write that, I'll resign."

Lok Wai-ching took a bite of the egg waffle and said casually, "He chickened out."

"Your editor-in-chief is quite afraid of you."

"He's not afraid of me, he's afraid of... humph, never mind, let's not talk about that."

She took a step forward, her ponytail swaying in the sunlight.

Chen Fan didn't press further and followed with a smile.

The two strolled around for a while longer, then bought a bowl of cart noodles and a cup of iced lemon tea from a roadside vendor and shared them on a bench.

Lok Wai-ching ate very politely, but at a fast pace, clearly a habit she developed while rushing to finish her manuscript.

"You grew up in an orphanage?"

She suddenly asked.

"Um."

Chen Fan nodded, "Over in Sham Shui Po."

Is it still there?

"Yes, it's still there, but it's been renovated and is much better than when I lived there."

Lok Hye-ching put down the bamboo skewer in her hand, turned to look at him, and her eyes were much more serious than before.

"I want to go and see."

Chen Fan was slightly taken aback.

"The place where you grew up."

She added, her tone filled with pure curiosity, "I want to see what it's like."

Chen Fan was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, I'll take you there once this case is finished."

Lok Hye-jung smiled, a smile that held a rare tenderness.

"It's a promise, no standing me up."

"Won't."

The two exchanged a glance. Lok Wai-ching looked away first, lowered her head to drink her iced lemon tea, and her ears turned slightly red.

Just then, the pager on Chen Fan's waist suddenly vibrated and emitted a rapid beeping sound.

He took it out and saw a line of text displayed on the screen.

"Return to the police station immediately!"

Chen Fan's expression immediately turned serious.

"What's wrong?"

Lok Hye-jung noticed his change.

"Something's come up at the police station."

Chen Fan stood up and handed her the egg waffle he hadn't finished eating. "I have to go now."

"Go."

Lok Wai-ching took the bag without asking any questions, only reminding him, "Be careful."

Chen Fan nodded, turned and walked towards the street corner, but after taking two steps, he turned back.

"I will never forget what happened at the orphanage."

Le Huizhen waved to him, her smile particularly beautiful in the afternoon sunlight.

Chen Fan turned into an alley, took out his pager, and sent a message to Song Zijie and Ma Jun respectively.

"Assemble at the police station, we have a mission."

Half an hour later.

Central Police Station, Major Crimes Unit.

When Chen Fan arrived, Ma Jun and Song Zijie also arrived, and the three of them went upstairs together.

Pushing open the door, the atmosphere inside was extremely somber.

Zhang stood at the front, his clothes cut in half, revealing his bandaged arm with dried bloodstains on the white gauze.

The people behind him weren't in much better shape either; one had a bandage on his forehead, another had a bruised and swollen face, and yet another didn't even show up.

Uncle Biao stood in front of the whiteboard, his previous smile gone, replaced by a frighteningly serious expression.

"Of the six people who went out with you, only three came back. Two died on the spot, and one is still in the intensive care unit!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with suppressed anger: "Who gave you permission to act without my permission?!"

"Uncle Biao, my informant said that Tan Cheng had a shipment arrive from Thailand last night..."

Da Zhang tried to explain, but was interrupted sharply by Uncle Biao.

"I didn't ask you why again!! Now we've alerted the enemy; how can we continue the case?"

"I..."

Zhang hung his head dejectedly and remained silent.

Uncle Biao took a deep breath after seeing his injuries and ultimately refrained from continuing to curse.

"Alright, don't get involved in this case anymore!"

Upon hearing this, Da Zhang immediately showed resentment, but he himself had messed things up, and if he insisted on continuing, the result would likely be a forced suspension.

Not everyone is as reckless as Chan Ka-kui, daring to hold a gun to the chief's head.

Uncle Biao's gaze passed over him and landed on the three people standing at the door.

"Afan, come here."

All eyes turned to Chen Fan.