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Chen Fan's car slowly drove through the streets of Wan Chai.

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the gaps between the tall buildings, casting streaks of light and shadow.

He rested one hand on the steering wheel, his gaze casually sweeping over the shops along the street.

Before coming here, Chen Fan went to the Wan Chai Police Station and got Yuan Haoyun's contact information, but unfortunately he never got a reply.

Left with no other option, he had to try his luck in the area where the other party frequently operated.

Unfortunately, after searching for almost half an hour, we didn't see a single ghost.

Just as Chen Fan was about to give up, his attention was drawn to the situation across the street.

He parked the car on the side of the road and walked over there.

"I'm Sergeant Chen Fan from the Major Crimes Unit. What's going on here?"

"Sir! This guy isn't paying for his food!"

A military policeman pointed to a figure leaning against the railing.

"Hmm, is this enough?"

Chen Fan took out the money and handed it over, saying, "I know him."

"That's enough!"

The military police quickly took it and left with their companions.

Once they were out of sight, Chen Fan slowly spoke, "Chen Yongren?"

"Oh, it's you. Thank you. I'll treat you to tea sometime."

Chen Yongren rubbed his nose and prepared to leave.

I was pushed around by the military police a few times just now, and my stomach is churning.

"Are you still a police officer?"

Chen Fan asked directly.

This was originally a very ordinary question, but to Chen Yongren it was like a thunderclap.

After a long pause, he turned around with an embarrassed smile and said, "How can I be a policeman looking like this? Inspector Chen, you're joking."

"real?"

Chen Fan stepped forward. "I'd heard of Inspector Huang's reputation even before I joined the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau. He's the kind of person who'll stop at nothing to get things done. Is it because you're from the Ni family that they sent you undercover?"

"What undercover agent? I'm really not a policeman, Inspector Chan, don't talk nonsense."

Chen Yongren shook his head in denial, but the pain in his eyes was clearly visible.

Seeing his expression, Chen Fan stopped asking questions and casually took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

"How's the Ni family doing lately?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yongren sighed resignedly.

"No wonder Inspector Wong said you're a very capable guy and told me to stay away from you."

"Ha, I've always respected him a lot, I never expected him to think of me like this."

Chen Fan shook his head and chuckled.

Chen Yongren silently took a drag of his cigarette, then said in a low voice, "Ever since you killed Ni Qizhi, Ni Yongxiao has gone into hiding. He not only sold off those shady businesses, but he's also preparing to hand over his connections in Thailand to Han Chen."

"Are you determined to whitewash your image? Do you believe that?"

"Believe it or not, he's already done it. Now Han Chen is the biggest seller in Tsim Sha Tsui. Blackie and Man Cheng have to watch their step and do what he says."

Thanks.

Chen Fan nodded slightly. "If you need anything, you can come to me. Don't worry, I'm not like Inspector Wong. I always keep my word."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Chen Yongren was taken aback.

You'll find out then.

Chen Fan was unwilling to elaborate, saying, "Some things, once done, can't be undone."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the car.

When he left the street, he could still see Chen Yongren standing there blankly in the rearview mirror.

This trip wasn't a complete waste.

Chen Fan had already decided to give up the search, but sometimes things are just that strange.

You can't find it when you need it, but it suddenly appears when you stop looking.

About two hundred meters ahead, inside a food stall, Yuan Haoyun was sitting alone on a stool eating.

Chen Fan parked the car and walked over there.

As he was crossing the road, Yuan Haoyun looked up and spotted him immediately.

"Hmm? You're that...that Chen..."

"Chen Fan".

Chen Fan went to the opposite side, pulled out a bench, and sat down.

"Does Inspector Yuen still have the leisure to eat here?"

"What do you mean?"

Yuan Haoyun immediately became serious.

"A case came to me yesterday, it's about weapons, and if I remember correctly, this is the case you're in charge of, right?"

Chen Fan smiled.

His purpose in coming here was to drag Yuan Haoyun down with him.

Although the other party may later take matters into their own hands and fight the arms dealers, if things can be arranged in advance, their idea of ​​maximizing profits can be easily realized.

Because both of them shared the same goal: to kill the group of prisoners.

Moreover, with Yuan Haoyun taking the blame, Chen Fan can write more than ten pages less in his report.

"So what if it's me? Are you here to laugh at me?"

Yuan Haoyun was a little angry, thinking that Chen Fan had come to humiliate him on purpose.

"Of course not."

Chen Fan gently shook his head: "I just took over this case and don't know much about it. Besides, I personally admire you, Inspector Yuan. I came here mainly to ask if we should join forces?"

"Join forces?"

Yuan Haoyun's heart stirred.

The incident at the teahouse last time alarmed those high-ranking foreign officials, and the newspapers have been criticizing the Wan Chai Major Crimes Unit every day.

He's been having a very tough time these days; not only has he been suspended from his duties pending investigation, but even his gun has been confiscated.

"What do you want to do?"

"Yuan Sir, you've been following me for so long, you must have more information than I do. But I haven't been idle these past two days either; I've found out the location of Johnny Wang's arms hideout."

Chen Fan smiled slightly: "It's that old guy Lin Hai who's been hiding too well; I still haven't figured out where his hideout is."

Yuan Haoyun's hand paused.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Chen Fan.

"What did you say?"

"I said, I know where Johnny's armory is."

Chen Fan repeated himself, deliberately emphasizing his words: "So, how about it? Want to cooperate?"

"Tell me where it is! Tell me now!"

Yuan Haoyun ignored what was said afterward and reached out to grab Chen Fan's collar.

But before it could even touch anything, it had already stopped in mid-air.

"Inspector Yuan, calm down."

Chen Fan pinched his arm with his fingers and began to slowly apply pressure.

Yuan Haoyun's face showed an extremely clear expression of pain.

"Let go!"

"Can you speak properly now?"

"How do you want to cooperate?"

Hearing this, Chen Fan finally loosened his grip.

"Johnny's situation isn't complicated; the main problem is preventing him from resorting to desperate measures. The real issue is Lin Hai's situation..."

"These two groups are about to come to blows!"

Yuan Haoyun immediately said, "My informant is watching Lin Hai. I'll know as soon as they make a move."

"it is good."

Chen Fan nodded slightly, then smiled again.

"As I said before, I greatly admire you, Inspector Yuen. Our police force has too many rules. Every day those guys exist, countless families will be ruined and lives lost. Sending them to jail is too lenient for them. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Yuan Haoyun's eyes.

For the first time, he seriously looked Chen Fan over.

"You mean..."

"When they start fighting, we will take action immediately, without needing any evidence, and execute them on the spot."

Chen Fan paused after speaking, "Of course, once I leave this table, I won't admit to what I just said."

"Wait for my news!"

After Yuan Haoyun finished speaking, he looked at his arm, where clear finger marks appeared on his skin, with edges as red as blood.