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

night.

Le Huizhen leaned back in the passenger seat, the window half-open, the evening breeze making her hair a little messy.

Chen Fan gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, occasionally glancing at her from the side.

"What are you looking at?"

Lok Hye-jung noticed his gaze, turned her head, and smiled slightly.

"I'll only look at it if it looks good."

"Glib-tongued."

Lok Wai-ching snorted, but instead of turning her face away, she let him see her face openly.

She has always been confident.

The car traveled through the night, passing through the bustling streets of Tsim Sha Tsui, the neon lights flashing across the car windows.

"Just stop up ahead."

Lok Wai-ching pointed to the intersection ahead.

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan slowed down and gradually pulled over to the side of the road.

Lok Wai-ching unbuckled her seatbelt, but instead of getting out of the car immediately, she sat in her seat and rubbed her fingers on the seatbelt buckle a couple of times.

I'm very happy today.

She suddenly spoke, her voice much softer than usual.

"Me too."

Chen Fan turned his head and looked at her.

Lok Wai-ching looked at him too, and the two stared at each other for a few seconds. Suddenly, she leaned over and quickly kissed his cheek.

"Good night."

Before Chen Fan could react, she had already pushed open the car door and walked into the glass door of the apartment building, her high heels clicking as she went.

Chen Fan touched his cheek where he had been kissed; a trace of warmth still lingered on it.

He leaned back in his chair, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

Just then, the pager at his waist suddenly rang. Chen Fan took it out and saw that it was from Wei Jixiang.

This guy recently found a girlfriend and is living a very comfortable life.

"Brother Fan, Da Tou got into trouble in the Walled City. Give him a call when you have time."

Chen Fan frowned, found a phone booth by the roadside, parked his car, and went inside.

A moment later, the call connected.

"Brother Fan, Da Tou has been captured by Tornado's men."

"What happened?"

"He borrowed money from loan sharks!"

"What?"

Upon hearing those three words, Chen Fan's voice immediately turned cold.

"Brother Fan, don't misunderstand, Da Tou had no choice."

Wei Jixiang quickly said, "His son was diagnosed with kidney disease last week. It will cost a lot of money to treat him. The doctor said he won't live to adulthood otherwise."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan's expression relaxed slightly.

"How much do you owe?"

"Brother Fan, would you be willing to help?"

Wei Jixiang sounded a little surprised on the other end of the phone.

He made the call just to give it a try.

The reason is simple: as a single father himself, Wei Jixiang understands very well the feeling of placing all one's hopes on one's son, so he empathizes with him deeply.

Unexpectedly, Chen Fan was actually willing to help. Compared to the cops Wei Jixiang had encountered before, the difference was simply too great.

"Nonsense, Big Head works for me and hasn't done anything wrong, why wouldn't I help him?"

Chen Fan said solemnly, "It's not just him. If you ever encounter the same thing, I won't stand idly by either."

Regardless of how much of this was true or false, Wei Jixiang at least believed it.

His voice became a little hoarse: "Da Tou borrowed 30,000 yuan as principal, and with interest compounding, it has now become 180,000 yuan."

"Come with me to the Walled City tomorrow."

Chen Fan did not hesitate and gave the order directly.

"Brother Fan, are you coming along?"

"Otherwise what? Stop talking nonsense and get your work done!"

After saying that, Chen Fan came out of the phone booth.

He now has 50,000 yuan in assets at his disposal. Of course, he can't use that to pay off Da Tou's debts, but he can use the money that Wei Jixiang sent him last time.

Kowloon Walled City...

Chen Fan had long been familiar with this place.

As the largest no-man's-land in the port city, it is a melting pot of all sorts of people and businesses, and even a gun factory is hidden there.

Ordinary uniformed police officers were unwilling to go near that place and would even avoid it during patrols.

However, just because others don't dare to do it doesn't mean he doesn't dare to either.

The Black Star pistol in his personal space, along with his recently acquired Bajiquan and physical abilities more than twice that of an ordinary person, are the foundation of his confidence.

2:30 pm the next day.

Chen Fan drove up to the police station dormitory building and honked the horn twice.

A moment later, Ma Jun ran out of the building, wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt, the muscles on his arms stretching the sleeves taut.

"Brother Fan, where are we going?"

He opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, his face beaming with eager excitement.

Kowloon Walled City.

Ma Jun paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"real?"

"real."

Chen Fan started the car. "Don't act rashly when we arrive. Wait for my orders."

He didn't call Song Zijie because the latter was busy discussing marriage with his girlfriend recently, and his own mindset had already formed.

In terms of potential, he is far less malleable than Ma Jun, a greenhorn who hasn't even graduated yet.

"clear!"

Ma Jun nodded vigorously.

The car merged into the traffic and headed towards Kowloon City.

As they approached the agreed-upon location, Chen Fan spotted Wei Jixiang in the distance.

He parked the car, picked up the black travel bag from the passenger seat, and walked over there. Ma Jun followed closely behind, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

"Brother Fan."

Upon seeing this, Wei Jixiang immediately strode over.

Do you know where he is?

Chen Fan asked.

"I've contacted them and arranged a place."

Wei Jixiang answered immediately.

"Okay, lead the way."

Chen Fan nodded slightly.

Ma Jun was unaware of what had happened, but out of trust and admiration, he didn't ask anything and instead felt a sense of anticipation.

Wei Jixiang led the way, with Chen Fan and Ma Jun following behind.

The entrance to Kowloon Walled City was a narrow alleyway that could only allow two people to pass side by side.

The walls on both sides were covered with a jumble of random pictures and posters, and the electrical wires crisscrossed overhead like a spider web, making one worry that they might fall down at any moment.

As soon as Chen Fan stepped into the alley, he smelled a mixed odor.

The greasy smell of roast meat, the bitterness of Chinese medicine, and the fishy stench rising from the sewers—all these smells mixed together to create a unique atmosphere characteristic of the walled city.

The three of them walked through the alley, and the space inside opened up a bit, but it was still cramped.

Overhead were layers upon layers of illegal buildings, almost touching each other, with sunlight only able to seep through the gaps.

Wei Jixiang led the way, walking for more than ten minutes before finally stopping in front of a drab, gray building.

Two young men in floral shirts were standing at the entrance of the building, leaning against the wall and smoking listlessly.

Upon seeing Wei Jixiang, one of them reached out and stopped him.

"What are you doing?!"

"Give me back the money! I made a promise with your boss."

Wei Jixiang held up the travel bag in his hand.

"Go inside, but don't cause trouble, or you know what will happen!"

The man in the floral shirt glanced at Chen Fan and Ma Jun before finally issuing a warning.

"Don't worry, I know the rules."

After Wei Jixiang finished speaking, he walked inside.

The three entered the building.

Inside was a mahjong parlor. Da Tou was tied to a motor, his hands were suspended by ropes, and his toes barely touched the ground.

His face was so swollen that he was almost unrecognizable, his left eye was completely closed, and his lips were cracked.

The whole person was like a dead fish hanging on a hook, slowly swaying as the motor turned.

When Chen Fan came in, Da Tou was already in a daze, his head was drooping, and drool was still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

There were seven or eight people sitting in the mahjong parlor.

A middle-aged man sat with his legs crossed in the innermost armchair, picking his teeth with a toothpick in his hand.

He was wearing a flashy shirt, and his hair was slicked back with hair wax, making him look like a rooster in heat.

Four or five henchmen stood behind him, holding steel pipes and machetes, their eyes scanning Chen Fan and his companions with hostility.

Wei Jixiang walked at the front carrying a travel bag, Chen Fan followed in the middle, and Ma Jun brought up the rear.

The three people walked through the empty mahjong parlor and finally stopped in front of the man.

"Did you bring the money?"

Hua Liucheng pulled the toothpick out of his mouth, his gaze first falling on Wei Jixiang, then sweeping over Chen Fan and Ma Jun behind him.

"I brought it."

Wei Jixiang placed the travel bag on the table, unzipped it, and took out three stacks of banknotes, each stack containing ten thousand, which he neatly arranged on the table.

Hua Liucheng's expression changed the moment he saw the three stacks of banknotes, as if someone had poured cold water on him.

The smile on his lips froze instantly.

"Thirty thousand?"

Hua Liucheng picked up a stack of banknotes, flipped through them, chuckled, and threw them back on the table.

"Do you think I run a charity?"

Wei Jixiang's expression changed slightly, and he was about to speak when Hua Liucheng stood up.

"The principal was 30,000, and with compound interest it's now 180,000. Didn't I tell him all that before? You agreed, and that's why I spared him some money. Now you're trying to play me for a fool?"

He kicked over the table and yelled at his men, "Kill these bastards!"

The henchmen immediately surrounded him, their faces contorted with savage smiles.

The blond-haired man raised the steel pipe in his hand and smashed it down on Wei Jixiang's head.

But before he could land, a leg had already kicked him in the stomach.

It was Ma Jun who kicked out.

The kick was fast and heavy, sending the blond-haired man flying backward and crashing into a mahjong table. He didn't even have time to scream before he was curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach and convulsing.

"Hold!"

The remaining henchmen were stunned for a moment, then raised their steel pipes and smashed them at Ma Jun.

Instead of retreating, Ma Jun advanced, dodging a blow that was about to hit him, and punched the second man in the temple.

The man groaned, his body swayed to one side, and the steel pipe in his hand flew out and crashed against the wall with a thud.

A third person lunged at him from the side. Ma Jun grabbed his wrist, twisted it in the opposite direction, and the knuckles cracked with a crisp sound. The man screamed and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel down.

The remaining two exchanged a glance and, steeling themselves, charged forward.

Ma Jun punched the man on the left right in the face, causing blood to spurt out and smear all over his face.

Before the steel pipe on the right could even fall, Ma Jun kicked him in the side of the knee, causing him to fall to the side and hit his head on the mahjong table, instantly losing consciousness.

It only took a dozen seconds.

The five henchmen lay sprawled on the ground, groaning incessantly.

Hua Liucheng sat in the armchair, his expression shifting from contempt to shock, and then from shock to fear.