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The two left from the seventh floor, and Ruan Mei pressed the elevator button.

"That guy didn't seem like a good person. How does Uncle Liang know someone like that?"

She chirped softly.

Chen Fan was charmed by her appearance and couldn't help but smile slightly: "I'll keep an eye on things, and Uncle Liang doesn't have anything worth coveting, so don't overthink it."

"Um..."

Ruan Mei nodded obediently, then perked up again.

"Grandma said you haven't been over in a long time, and she's been asking me to invite you over for dinner."

"Here it comes, isn't it?"

Chen Fan said softly.

The elevator quickly reached the twelfth floor. The corridor was much quieter than the eighth floor, with only the sound of a television set coming from the far end, faintly resembling dialogue from a Cantonese movie.

Ruan Mei took out her key, opened the door, and stepped aside to let Chen Fan go in first.

"Grandma, Afan is here."

In the living room, Ruan Mei's grandmother was sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater. Her reading glasses were perched on her nose, and the needle and thread flew in her hands, her movements fast and steady.

Upon hearing the sound, she looked up and a smile immediately bloomed on her face.

"Afan is here? Please have a seat."

She put the sweater aside, stood up with the help of the handrail, her steps were a little slower than the last time I saw her, but she was in good spirits.

"Grandma, please sit down, I'll go get the dishes."

Ruan Mei pushed Chen Fan onto the sofa and quickly went into the kitchen.

Before long, three dishes and a soup were placed on the table.

"Eat up, don't be shy."

Grandma sat in the main seat, picked up a piece of pork rib with her chopsticks and put it into Chen Fan's bowl, "Fan, you've lost weight recently, eat more meat."

Chen Fan looked down at his strong arms, didn't argue, and ate the ribs with a smile.

After dinner, Ruan Mei cleared the dishes, while her grandmother sat on the sofa and continued knitting.

Chen Fan stood up to help carry the plates into the kitchen. The kitchen was small, and it was difficult for the two of them to turn around while standing together.

Ruan Mei stood by the sink washing dishes, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing a section of her fair arm.

Chen Fan stood next to her, drying each of the washed bowls with a cloth and stacking them in the cupboard.

"Afan".

Ruan Mei lowered her head, her voice mostly drowned out by the sound of the faucet.

"Um?"

Will you be home tomorrow?

"I'll be going out this afternoon, but I should be here this morning."

Ruan Mei gave a soft "hmm" and didn't ask any more questions.

After washing the dishes, Chen Fan put the last bowl in the cupboard, wiped his hands, and said goodbye to his grandmother.

Ruan Mei saw him to the door, holding onto the door frame as she watched him walk into the elevator.

"Good night."

Her eyes were shining.

"Good night."

The elevator doors closed, but Ruan Mei remained standing at the door, unwilling to leave.

As Chen Fan watched the elevator doors close and the girl's figure gradually disappear, a ripple of emotion stirred within him.

......

the next day.

Chen Fan took out his phone and dialed Wei Jixiang's number.

"Brother Fan!"

"Where?"

"Tsim Sha Tsui, the usual place."

"We'll be there in twenty minutes."

Chen Fan hung up the phone, went downstairs, and got in his car.

Tsim Sha Tsui was already very lively in the afternoon, and since it was a rest day, tourists could be seen everywhere.

Chen Fan parked his car at the entrance of an alley near Nathan Road, walked through the alley, and entered the old tea restaurant that had been open for decades.

Wei Jixiang sat in the innermost booth, with a cup of milk tea in front of him.

Hearing the door open, he turned his head to look.

"Brother Fan!"

"sit."

Chen Fan sat down opposite him and ordered a hot lemon tea from the waiter. "What's the situation over in Gaogang?"

"I had a falling out with his boss, and I injured my leg. I don't know if it will heal."

When Wei Jixiang talked about this, there was a strange look on his face: "That kid is really infatuated. I think his girlfriend is a gold digger, but he is still stupid enough to like her and willingly let himself be deceived."

"Boys are all like that."

After finishing his sentence, Chen Fan casually asked, "How's things going at the company?"

"We've officially opened for business, but business isn't very good. So far, we've only taken on a few warehouse guard jobs."

Wei Jixiang scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed: "By the way, don't forget about the lawyer, Brother Fan."

"Um."

Chen Fan had completely forgotten about it if he hadn't mentioned it. He'd ask Yue Huizhen later if she had any friends in that field.

"Let's go take a look."

Wei Jixiang didn't know why Chen Fan thought so highly of that mainland guy, and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

They came out of the tea restaurant, one driving and the other giving directions, heading towards Kowloon.

Half an hour later, at Kowloon Cross Hospital.

"The patient is in room 803 on the eighth floor."

"Thanks."

After receiving confirmation, the two headed together towards the target room.

On the way, I encountered many patients with pale faces, and some family members wiping away tears in the corridor.

Wei Jixiang, who had originally intended to say something, lost his interest due to the surroundings.

A moment later, the two arrived on the eighth floor and found Gao Gang's ward.

This is a six-person room, with only a curtain separating the beds, and the air is filled with the smell of ointment and iodine.

Gao Gang lay on the bed furthest inside, by the window.

His right leg was in a cast and slinged in mid-air with bandages. He had several bruises on his face and a scabbed wound at the corner of his mouth.

However, Chen Fan recognized him at a glance.

"Gao Gang!"

Wei Jixiang walked over and called out.

Gao Gang stared at the ceiling, motionless, like a still-breathing corpse.

"Hello!"

Wei Jixiang called out again, "Didn't you want to see my boss? I've brought him here."

Gao Gang's eyes darted around, and he turned his head away.

"Although one of my legs is half crippled, I can still fight."

His voice was very hoarse, but it was filled with hatred and determination: "Help me this time, and I'll risk my life for you from now on!"

"It's not me who's helping you."

Chen Fan looked around, then sat down in front of the hospital bed.

"People have to rely on themselves. I know about your situation. The underground boxing ring that Shui Fang Prince and the pervert Qiang set up has quite a reputation in Kowloon. Many rich young masters and ladies like to come and gamble a few rounds."

He has connections; if we followed the normal procedures, he probably wouldn't even be able to get an arrest warrant.

Upon hearing this, the light in Gao Gang's eyes vanished instantly, and he once again became a walking corpse.

There is no justice in this world.

Chen Fan waved to Wei Jixiang.

The latter understood and immediately began clearing the room, kicking out the patients on the other two beds.

"You have to fight for what you want."

At this point, Chen Fan took out the Black Star pistol from his spatial storage, which he hadn't had a chance to use yet.

"This is all I can give you."

Gao Gang focused his gaze on the black gun barrel, his muscles gradually tensing.

"Do you know how to use it?"

Chen Fan released the safety, pulled the bolt, and said, "It's very simple. Point the gun at the person you want to kill, take your revenge, and then go find Wei Jixiang. He will take care of your identity problem."

"Looks like you don't need another thug, so why are you helping me?"

Gao Gang suddenly asked.

The smile on Chen Fan's face slowly disappeared.

Being in the police force means encountering far more darkness than ordinary people do, not to mention he has a system that allows him to clearly know the other side of certain people.

"If there is injustice, someone will take care of it; if there is an uneven road, someone will smooth it over."

Chen Fan didn't want to preach any more. "If I help you this time, then next time you encounter someone who needs help, just help them too."

Gao Gang fell silent, completely stunned.

Since he came to the port city, he has never met such a refreshing and unconventional "good person".

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Chen Fan didn't linger any longer.

"Focus on recovering and get better before seeking revenge."

Before leaving, he thoughtfully left behind five magazines.

Wei Jixiang was arguing with a nurse outside the door, but when he saw Chen Fan come out, he immediately changed his attitude and apologized repeatedly with a smile.

"Did Brother Fan get it sorted out?"

"Um."

Chen Fan nodded slightly.