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"You dare cause trouble in the walled city! You're all dead!"

Hua Liucheng's appearance at this moment perfectly demonstrates what it means to be outwardly fierce but inwardly weak.

Chen Fan remained silent.

He stepped over the haphazardly lying corpses on the ground, walked up to Hua Liucheng, and looked down at him.

His height of over 1.8 meters, coupled with his reinforced and sturdy physique, made him extremely imposing.

Chen Fan bent down, picked up the three stacks of banknotes, and piled them on Hua Liucheng's head.

"If you dare let the money fall from the sky, I'll rip your head off too!"

Three stacks of banknotes dangled precariously above Hua Liucheng's head. He stood frozen in place, afraid to move, lest the banknotes fall.

"The principal of 30,000 has been repaid, and the rest—"

Chen Fan patted his face, the force neither too light nor too heavy, but each pat made Hua Liucheng's cheeks tremble.

"Consider it payment for Da Tou's medical expenses."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and raised his chin at Wei Jixiang.

Release them.

Wei Jixiang snapped out of his daze, quickly ran to the fan, and stood on tiptoe to untie the rope suspending the big head.

Ma Jun came over to help, and the two of them worked together to put Da Tou down.

Da Tou had already lost consciousness, his whole body limp like a lump of mud. Wei Jixiang supported him with one arm, and Ma Jun supported him with the other, barely managing to keep him upright.

"Brother Fan, it's done!"

Ma Jun turned his head and said.

Chen Fan nodded, taking one last look at Hua Liucheng.

The latter's face was covered in cold sweat, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't be afraid. Actually, you should be happy. At least you're all still alive."

Hua Liucheng and Wei Jixiang didn't understand the meaning of these words, but Ma Jun did.

The last prisoner targeted by Chen Fan hasn't even passed his seventh day memorial service yet.

The four men came out of the mahjong parlor, and the man in the floral shirt who had been guarding the door was gone; he had obviously gone to call someone.

"Hurry up!"

Wei Jixiang said solemnly, "If we get blocked, it's all over."

"You go ahead, I'll cover the rear!"

Ma Jun immediately got excited.

"It hasn't gotten to that point yet."

Chen Fan lifted the big head with one hand and carried it on his shoulder. "Let's go first. If we can get out of here, great. If not, we'll see."

Seeing him like this, Wei Jixiang pursed his lips and remained silent, only focusing on speeding up.

Fortunately, the mahjong parlor wasn't far from the exit, and the pursuers hadn't caught up with them when they arrived.

"call!"

A moment later, Ma Jun let out a long breath after seeing the sky again, with a hint of relief on his face.

"Get Da Tou to the hospital first."

Chen Fan handed the man over to Wei Jixiang. "He's offended the people of the stronghold this time, so he definitely can't stay here any longer. Jixiang, go and contact a boat to send him away as soon as possible. I'll cover all the expenses."

"Brother Fan..."

Wei Jixiang was deeply moved.

"Go."

Chen Fan patted him on the shoulder, watched him leave, and then turned and walked towards his car.

Ma Jun had been holding it in the whole way, but finally couldn't help asking:

"Brother Fan, was that person your friend?"

"An informant."

As Chen Fan fastened his seatbelt, he said, "Back when I was patrolling Sham Shui Po, he was almost beaten to death by gangsters..."

"I know, it's the case on Da Nan Street, right?"

Ma Jun interrupted, then asked疑惑地问道, "Since you're just an informant, why did you personally risk your life, Brother Fan? And even help him pay off his loan sharks!"

"Ah Jun."

Chen Fan stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him.

"To you, which is more important, the clothes you're wearing or your principles?"

"Are they all important?"

Ma Jun thought for a moment and then answered.

Chen Fan gently shook his head: "Although Da Tou is just an informant and has done many wrong things in the past, he is willing to call me Brother Fan and is willing to turn over a new leaf, so I can't give up on him."

"I see..."

Ma Jun nodded as if he understood, then his tone became more enthusiastic.

"Brother Fan, you were so cool just now! That bastard was so scared he almost peed his pants!"

"Stop flattering me, would you like to get something to eat?"

"Is Brother Fan treating?"

"Are you going to treat me?"

"Hey... I only have a little bit of money left for living expenses."

"There's a reward for Tan Cheng's case. When I go to the police station tomorrow, I'll take 40%, and you and Ah Jie will split the remaining 60%."

"Thank you, Brother Fan!"

...

...

Inside a hospital in Kowloon.

Third floor ward.

When Da Tou opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the fluorescent light tube on the ceiling.

The light was blindingly white. He turned his head and saw Wei Jixiang sitting on a chair by the bed, his head slumping down, dozing off.

Big Head opened his mouth, his throat so dry it felt like it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and the sound he made was barely audible even to himself.

But Wei Jixiang still woke up.

"You're awake?"

Wei Jixiang suddenly raised his head, his eyes still bloodshot.

"You've been unconscious for half a day. The doctor said you were dehydrated and had a mild concussion. If you had been brought in another half hour, it might have been dangerous."

Thank you so much this time!

Big Head's voice was very low, and he had to catch his breath after each word.

"If you want to thank someone, thank Brother Fan. He carried you out of the city."

Wei Jixiang stood up, poured a glass of water, and handed it to him.

Big Head paused as he took the water glass.

"Did Brother Fan come in person?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I dare to trouble you in the city walls?"

Wei Jixiang sat down again, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth, but then remembered that he was in a hospital and put it back.

"You have no idea how timid Fan Ge was back then. He threw 30,000 yuan in Hua Liucheng's face, and he didn't dare to utter a single word!"

Big Head remained silent for a long time before finally speaking in a trembling voice:

"In all my years as a cop, I've seen at least eighty or a hundred different cops."

Those guys are even more ruthless than gangsters when it comes to taking money. They'll say nice things when they're useful, but kick us aside when they're no longer needed. They don't care if we live or die at all. Brother Fan, he..."

"Brother Fan is great, our luck has finally turned around."

As Wei Jixiang spoke, he took out a gold Rolex from his pocket: "You definitely can't stay in the walled city any longer. Things are getting tense outside. Brother Fan told me to call a boat for you to escape. Take this for self-defense."

"Brother Jixiang, I can't take your things!"

Big Head shook his head repeatedly.

Wei Jixiang didn't care about anything else and put the watch on his wrist.

"I, Wei Jixiang, have never respected many people in my life, but Brother Fan, I do. Don't be so sentimental. We're all brothers. Maybe I'll need you to save me when I'm down on my luck."

"Brother Jixiang, you definitely wouldn't..."

"Alright, enough talk, get some rest."

Wei Jixiang interrupted directly, saying, "I'll keep an eye on your son. Don't worry about the money; let's get the child out of here first."

Big Head stared wide-eyed, not knowing what to say, his heart filled with nothing but gratitude for Chen Fan.

After Wei Jixiang left, he shakily placed the watch in front of his eyes, looked at it over and over for a long time, and finally carefully tucked it under his pillow.

On the other side, Tsim Sha Tsui.

Chen Fan was having dinner with Ruan Mei and her grandmother when he heard the pager on his waist ring. He took it out and looked at it.

It was sent by Wei Jixiang, who told him about Da Tou waking up.

"Why are you laughing so happily?"

Ruan Mei blinked and leaned closer, her body carrying a faint scent of laundry detergent.

"A colleague."

Chen Fan smiled slightly.