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Chen Fan stepped forward and, amidst the varied gazes of the crowd, stood at attention and saluted Uncle Biao.

"Uncle Biao!"

Uncle Biao looked at him with a complex expression in his eyes.

"As you know, Tan Cheng is already on guard, making it very difficult to find evidence to arrest him now."

Uncle Biao paused, then looked directly into Chen Fan's eyes.

If he had other motives before, now all that remains is the sense of responsibility of a police officer.

"If you find it difficult, I have other cases here that are not as difficult. Since you are new to the Major Crimes Unit, you can start with some simpler ones."

Everyone else present was surprised by Chen Fan's treatment. Could this kid be Uncle Biao's illegitimate son?

Da Zhang snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.

In his view, Chen Fan would definitely choose to back down; there was no other possibility.

"No need. I've already gathered information on Tan Cheng's crimes. We can close the net within five days, not ten!"

Chen Fan stood ramrod straight, his face full of determination.

These words were like a bomb going off in the entire Major Crimes Unit office.

"Five days? Has this kid gone mad?"

"Zhang followed him for three months and still couldn't win him over, and he won in five days? Are you kidding me!"

"Young people are just young people, they don't know their own limitations."

Whispers drifted from every corner, buzzing like flies.

Da Zhang suddenly turned his head and looked over.

"Kid, do you know what you're saying? Solving cases isn't child's play! The Serious Crimes Unit isn't like the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau. Criminals don't reason with you. Don't end up getting yourself killed and dragging others down with you!"

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't. Your vision is too short-sighted! Besides, it seems like you're the one who caused your subordinates' deaths, isn't it?"

"you!!"

"alright!"

Uncle Biao interrupted their argument.

"Afan, can you take responsibility for your words?"

"sure!"

Chen Fan said confidently, "Solving cases isn't about who's been a policeman the longest or who's the oldest. If I'm so confident, then I'm definitely sure I can do it!"

"good!"

A hint of admiration flashed in Uncle Biao's eyes.

Whether Chen Fan is bragging or not, the fact that he dares to say these words and face the difficulties head-on already surpasses many people present.

"Feel free to make any requests you have, and I'll try my best to fulfill them if I can."

"No need."

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, but quickly added, "Tan Cheng's gang is extremely vicious. To ensure the safety of me and my men..."

"I'm giving you the freedom to fire. As long as you don't endanger innocent people, you can use your guns directly if you confirm there's danger!"

Uncle Biao immediately said.

The two exchanged questions and answers at lightning speed, and before anyone else present could react, the matter was already settled.

Da Zhang's face turned pale and then flushed, and in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.

He didn't handle the case well, and no matter how many reasons he had, others would see them as mere sophistry.

"Then I'm fine!"

Chen Fan saluted again, then turned and walked outside.

Ma Jun and Song Zijie quickly followed, their footsteps unusually clear, even somewhat jarring.

They had barely stepped out, and before the door was even closed, chaos erupted inside.

"Five days? I bet he won't even be able to find Tan Cheng's warehouse!"

"Stop talking. He's a rising star in the police force, he's been in the newspapers, he's different from us roughnecks."

"A rising star? I think he's a jinx; he'll drag us all down with him!"

Da Zhang didn't participate in the discussion; instead, he slammed his fist on the table, making the teacup jump and spill tea all over the floor.

Uncle Biao glanced at him, said nothing, and turned back to his office.

In the corridor, Ma Jun, who had been holding back all the way, finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Brother Fan, isn't five days too long—"

"If it can't be broken within five days, then ten or twenty days won't make much difference."

Chen Fan walked forward without looking back.

Ma Jun scratched the back of his head and swallowed the rest of his words.

Song Zijie followed behind, but his brows were furrowed tightly.

He understood what Chen Fan meant: if Song Zihao was willing to help, the case could be solved quickly; if he wasn't, things would get very complicated.

The three walked out of the police station; the afternoon sun was so bright it made their eyes sting.

Chen Fan stood on the steps, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

After his physical condition improved, he picked up his old hobbies again.

Lighting a cigarette when you've used your brain too much is a great way to relax.

"Zijie, it's up to you now."

"I'll definitely make him say yes!"

Song Zijie also made up his mind.

7 p.m. that evening.

Car repair shop.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, a loud crash was heard from inside.

The metal tool cabinet was knocked over, and wrenches and screwdrivers were scattered all over the floor, rolling and clanging as they reached the doorway.

Chen Fan got out of the car, followed by Song Zijie and Ma Jun.

The three of them quickly walked to the roller shutter door and saw what was inside.

The repair shop was in complete chaos.

Song Zihao was cornered by two young men who were holding iron pipes and repeatedly hitting his left arm, which he was using to shield himself.

He didn't fight back, but instead protected his head and curled up as he backed away.

The car repair shop owner was lying on the ground, with a man in a suit straddling him and punching him repeatedly in the face.

His glasses, which he usually wore, had long since flown away, his nose was crooked to one side, and half of his face was covered in blood.

The ground was covered with broken glass, scattered parts, and several pools of blood that were spreading.

There were six thugs in the group.

The repair shop had two employees, plus the boss and Song Zihao himself, making a total of four people, who were now completely suppressed.

However, it's worth mentioning that Song Zihao is not incapable of fighting.

Chen Fan noticed that his fists were clenched tightly, and several times when the iron pipe came down, he instinctively wanted to fight back.

But every time the body has already made a movement, it retracts.

"Ma Jun!"

The sound was like some kind of switch.

Ma Jun, who had been itching to punch someone, immediately broke into an excited smile.

"Received, Brother Fan."

He walked past Song Zijie at a leisurely pace, like a wolf that had been unleashed from its chains.

"Hey! Mind your own business!"

The young man who was beating up the shop owner saw the three of them and immediately warned them.

But he was met with Ma Jun's fist.

boom!

The immense force slammed into the man's face, causing blood to splatter and form a crimson mist in the air.

This immediately stirred up a hornet's nest. The thugs who were originally greeting Song Zihao and the repair shop employees all surrounded Ma Jun.

Actually, if Chen Fan had shown his identification and threatened them with a gun at that moment, he could have scared them off.

But he wanted to show Song Zihao, so he didn't move and also stopped Song Zijie, who was about to help.

Ma Jun did not disappoint Chen Fan.

Faced with the thugs' attack, he relied on his thick skin and didn't even try to dodge. His punches were so heavy that he could barely get up after taking one.

In just a short while, the once arrogant thugs were all lying on the ground, clutching their wounds and groaning in pain.

Chen Fan ignored the guys, stepped over the scattered wrenches and broken glass on the ground, and walked up to Song Zihao.

The former gangster boss leaned against the wall, his left arm hanging at his side, the sleeve torn in several places, revealing bruises underneath.

Blood dripped from his nose down his chin onto his chest, staining most of his white vest red.

Instead of wiping it, he raised his head and straightened his neck.

"What's your decision?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zihao remained silent for a moment, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up, leaning against the wall.

His knee wobbled for a moment, but quickly regained its balance.

Just then, he saw Song Zijie standing at the door.

"Don't let my brother get involved."

These words were like a match, igniting the emotions that Song Zijie had suppressed for who knows how long.

"What right do you have?!"

He rushed in, taking three steps at a time, and grabbed Song Zihao by the collar.

"What right do you have to say such things?! Why did you join a gang in the first place? Why did you become a thief?!"

Song Zijie's voice grew louder and louder.

"Do you know that because of your criminal record, every time I'm evaluated for a promotion, it gets dug up and investigated?!"

His voice grew hoarse as he continued, "Do you know that my father died right in front of me?!"

Song Zihao did not dodge, letting him grab his collar.

I'm sorry.

"sorry?!"

Song Zijie laughed in anger.

Chen Fan, who had been standing to the side, reached out and pressed down on his shoulder.

"Zijie".

Song Zijie turned his head away and stopped talking, but his chest was still heaving violently.

"Your brother also cares about you."

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he looked at Song Zihao.

"Ah-Jie is already an excellent policeman. Even I trust him. Don't you, as his older brother, trust him?"

Song Zihao paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on Chen Fan's face before shifting to Song Zijie.

"I know where the evidence against Tan Cheng is. It's heavily guarded there, with many gunmen."

"That's alright, you just need to tell me the location, or take me there."

Chen Fan's lips curled into a smile. "By the way, isn't your sworn brother Xiao Ma just waiting for this day? Are you sure you don't want to tell him?"

"Xiao Ma has already suffered enough; I don't want to drag him down with me."

Song Zihao slowly straightened his back, and the once domineering elder brother demeanor reappeared on him.

"Sir, are you afraid of dying?"

"If you're afraid of dying, you shouldn't be a policeman."

Chen Fan said softly, "Since you've made up your mind, let's go."

Song Zihao remained silent, wiped the blood off his face, and then went to help his colleague who had just been injured.

When he arrived in front of the repair shop owner, a hint of guilt flashed across his resolute face.

"Uncle Hua, thank you for these past few days..."

"No need to say anything, Ah Hao."

Uncle Hua staggered to his feet and pushed away the man who was helping him.

"It's very difficult for people like us to turn back. Since you've already made up your mind, then go for it. Whether you live or die, it's up to fate."

Song Zihao nodded emphatically.

"Let's go."

He came to Chen Fan's side, his face now devoid of all expression, only calm remained.

Chen Fan nodded upon hearing this and turned to walk towards the car.

"Ma Jun, take care of these things and make sure they don't wake up until tomorrow morning."

"good!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Jun, who had originally intended to follow, immediately turned around and came to the thugs who had not yet recovered.

After a few screams, they lost consciousness completely.

Inside the repair shop, a worker couldn't help but shudder when he saw Ma Jun's incredibly ferocious appearance.

"Uncle Hua, are these guys really that bad? How can they be so ruthless?"

"It's none of our business who it is, let's pack up."

"What about those outside?"

"What, you want to interfere?"

"No, I am..."

Amidst the conversation, Chen Fan drove his car and disappeared into the night.

Tonight is destined to be long.