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the next morning.

Chen Fan stood in front of the mirror for a moment, straightened his collar, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he picked up his car keys from the coffee table and went out.

Today is the day I arranged to visit the welfare home with Lok Wai-ching.

Come to think of it, he has never gone back to see it since he transmigrated here.

Although the conditions there were harsh, at least the original owner had a roof over his head to shelter him from the wind and rain.

There are many memories, but the one that impressed me the most was the dean's face, which always had a kind smile.

As his thoughts drifted, Chen Fan had already arrived downstairs.

He was about to open the door and get into the car when his cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

I picked it up and saw that it was Uncle Biao's number.

"Feed?"

"Afan, where are you?"

Uncle Biao's voice sounded solemn.

"I was just about to leave, what's wrong?"

"Don't go there, come to the police station right now."

Uncle Biao paused after speaking, then added, "We need to hurry!"

Chen Fan put down his phone and stood there stunned for a moment.

That's just the nature of being a police officer. He had seen similar scenes in movies before, but today he was experiencing it for the first time.

He picked up the phone again and dialed Lok Wai-ching's number.

"Hey, Afan, you've arrived?"

A girl's bright voice came through the receiver.

"The police just called and told me to come over right away; it must be something important!"

Chen Fan spoke in as normal a tone as possible.

Lok Wai-ching remained silent for a few breaths, then her soft laughter came through the receiver again.

"Okay, you're a busy person, it's not really urgent anyway."

"Okay, I'll make it up to you next time."

"You have to keep your word!"

"Of course it counts."

Chen Fan hung up the phone, stood there and took a deep breath, then opened the car door and got in.

Twenty minutes later, at the Central Police Station.

Outside the office, Chen Fan gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Uncle Biao's voice came from inside.

Chen Fan pushed the door open and went in, closing it behind him.

"What's the rush?"

"event."

As he spoke, Uncle Biao pushed a document forward.

Chen Fan stepped forward and picked it up; the first page was a black and white photograph of an old man.

"Tsukamoto Kenji was a war criminal who returned to Japan after the war and became a zaibatsu. He was planning to invest in Hong Kong recently, but he died in his own company building last night."

Uncle Biao explained softly.

"Shouldn't this be handled by Interpol?"

"We don't need to investigate his cause of death, of course, but this old guy set up a revenge fund. Whoever can avenge him can get a hundred million dollars."

"so..."

"Just as you think, things are unlikely to be peaceful for a while. To avoid riots, not only in Central, but all police stations have had their manpower mobilized."

Chen Fan closed the documents and plopped down in a chair.

"Has Ka-Kui returned?"

"He's abroad and won't be back anytime soon."

Uncle Biao stood up and came to Chen Fan. "Now you're the face of our Environmental Protection Department. Don't say I don't take care of you. The list of assassins arriving in Hong Kong will be released soon. Just pick one to keep an eye on."

"Anyone is fine with me?"

"Ahem, don't cause trouble. Just pick something that's neither good nor bad and get by."

"Um."

Chen Fan also stood up: "In that case, I'll be free to do as I please."

"By the way, where were you headed?"

Uncle Biao smiled when he saw that he readily agreed: "It's nothing important, is it?"

"It's not that important, it's just a date with my girlfriend."

Chen Fan waved the documents in his hand, then walked out of the office.

Uncle Biao was stunned after hearing what he said.

Ding Ding Ding!

The phone on the table rang, and he shuddered, muttering to himself.

"What a coincidence..."

Picking up the phone, I heard Lok Wai-ching's sweet voice coming through the receiver.

"Uncle Dong, is the police station very busy?"

"Uh...it's something, Zhen. I don't know much about this kid Chen Fan..."

"Uncle Dong, no need to explain. I haven't gotten together with Auntie in a long time either. I'm going to visit her today. By the way, someone told me last time that you were at a nightclub..."

"No! Grandma, please stop messing with me!!"

Regardless of how humble Uncle Biao was, after returning to his office, Chen Fan began to carefully review the documents in his hands and compare them with what he remembered.

Actually, the moment he saw Uncle Liang, he already knew that this matter was not far off, but he just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

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[Mission Triggered: King of Assassins]

[Japanese war criminal Kenji Sahara was murdered in Hong Kong, and his revenge fund was officially launched. Top assassins from around the world have flocked to the city with only one goal—to find the real killer and claim the $100 million bounty.]

Mission Objective: Prevent mass civilian deaths.

[Success Rewards: 500 Sin Points, 2 Free Attribute Points, Unlock New Item in the Shop]

[Optional Objective: The Path of Justice]

[The Seraph punishes sinners in place of God. Please choose between an assassin, a Japanese person, or a Hong Kong police officer.]

[The optional objectives are long-term tasks, and rewards will be given at different stages based on the choices made]

Is there even a need to choose?

Chen Fan gently closed his eyes, having already made up his mind.

There was still some time before the assassins arrived in Hong Kong, so he didn't plan to call Ma Jun and the others for the time being, but instead prepared to act alone.

Just then, the phone rang.

......

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Inside an apartment on Temple Street.

Uncle Mei, who looked quite down on his luck, was on the phone.

"Damn it, you took the job yourself, and now you're crippled and I have to pay your medical bills?"

"What? You'll get someone to chop me up if I don't give it to you? When I was in the gang, you were still drinking milk! Threatening me? Go eat shit!"

He slammed down the phone and sat on the sofa, panting heavily.

Just then, the door lock was turned.

"Why are you back again?"

Uncle Mei, assuming it was his mistress, asked, "Have you forgotten something?"

"I've been looking for you so hard, Uncle."

Wei Jixiang pushed the woman to the ground, kicked open the door, and pointed the gun at Uncle Mei on the sofa.

"auspicious?"

Uncle Mei looked bewildered: "What...what are you doing?"

"Stop pretending. If you're going to suffer, just come with me obediently, or else..."

Wei Jixiang pulled the safety pin, "Otherwise, don't blame me for not showing any mercy."

"Okay, okay, I'll go with you!"

Uncle Mei was seething with hatred, but he pretended to know nothing.

"Let's talk this out. That good-for-nothing prince deserved to be beaten to death by the police; I've never blamed you!"

"Oh!"

Wei Jixiang sneered and remained silent, pressing the gun against Uncle Mei as they walked downstairs.

"Don't try anything funny, you're definitely not as fast as my gun!"

"Don't worry, I don't want to die yet."

Uncle Mei nodded repeatedly, but in his heart he was constantly thinking about how to get out of this predicament.

A moment later, the two got into the car together.

"Brother Fan, the person has been brought!"

Wei Jixiang breathed a sigh of relief and put the gun away.

Chen Fan, sitting in the driver's seat, turned his head to look at the back seat and made eye contact with Uncle Mei.

"It's you!?"

Uncle Mei immediately realized what was happening and began struggling to get out of the car.

Wei Jixiang dared not fire his gun; he could only suppress the fire with his hands.

Fortunately, Chen Fan patted Uncle Mei on the back of the head at that moment, which knocked him unconscious.