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

Outside a factory in Sham Shui Po.

Wei Jixiang emerged covered in blood.

"Brother Fan, that old man won't talk!"

"Fine then, let's just get rid of him."

Chen Fan flicked the cigarette butt from his hand. "Also, keep an eye on Gao Gang's side. Don't let that kid get killed."

"Yes, I've been keeping an eye on it."

Wei Jixiang handed over the Black Star pistol in his hand.

"Brother Fan, the new gun."

Chen Fan took the gun and examined it for a moment. Then he made a gesture as if he were inserting it into his lower back, but in reality, he was putting the gun into his spatial storage.

Once Uncle Mei is dealt with, there's no need to pay any more attention to the Hidden Flower matter.

He told Wei Jixiang to handle the aftermath, then turned and got into his car.

Half an hour later, Chen Fan returned to Tsim Sha Tsui.

However, instead of going home, he went to Uncle Liang's door on the seventh floor, took out his phone, and made a call.

"Feed? Who?"

"Is this Mr. Chan Kwok-pong?"

"Yes, it is. What do you want?"

"I don't know if you know an old man named Uncle Liang. I live outside his house. If you have time, you can come and visit."

Chen Fan hung up the phone before the other party could continue speaking.

After meeting Uncle Leung, he consciously collected information on the inspectors in the police force and eventually successfully identified Chan Kwok-pong, who is Chan Sir in the film.

Just then, the system updated the task.

[Optional quest has been updated: Places Where the Light Doesn't Reach Us]

The next steps will determine the final reward; please keep up the good work, host.

Ignoring this information, Chen Fan began to wait patiently.

Half an hour later, footsteps were heard coming from the stairs.

"You were looking for me?"

Chen Guobang placed one hand on his waist as he stepped forward.

"The whole of Hong Kong is looking for you, Seraph."

Chen Fan said softly, "I'm Sergeant Chen Fan from the Major Crimes Unit. We're even from the same clan, don't you think this is fate, Officer Chen?"

Chen Guobang stopped in his tracks and lowered his hand.

"So it was you... I've seen your profile, it's quite a coincidence."

He looked around. "Have you eaten?"

"I'll wait for you to treat me."

Chen Fan smiled slightly: "There's a cart noodle shop nearby that's really good. Want to try it?"

"good!"

Chen Guobang nodded, his tense mind relaxing slightly.

When he received the call, he had already prepared for the worst, but now it seems that things may still turn around.

A moment later, the two arrived at the noodle shop.

Chen Fan deliberately avoided bringing up the assassin, and instead ate several bowls of noodles.

Chen Guobang wasn't in a hurry and ate along with them, but he couldn't eat anymore after the second bowl.

He simply put down his chopsticks and waited patiently.

When Chen Fan finally finished eating, Chen Guobang said with a hint of envy, "When I was young, I could eat as much as you. Now that I'm older, I can't do anything as well."

"If you're not capable enough, why become an assassin?"

Chen Fan pulled out a tissue to wipe the food residue from the corner of his mouth. "Aren't you afraid of accidentally spilling it someday?"

"If you're afraid of dying, you shouldn't be a policeman."

Chen Guobang leaned forward slightly.

"This outfit may look good and be practical, but to some people, it's just a joke."

"For example, Kenji Tsukamoto?"

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of which, I'm a little curious, you really don't take any reward for killing people?"

"The outcome of things is the reward."

At this point, Chen Guobang stopped beating around the bush: "That old man came here to talk about investment as a pretext; his real purpose was to buy things."

"What is it?"

"Organs! You know, the richer a person is, the more afraid they are of dying."

I've been investigating this human organ smuggling ring for a long time. They have a huge presence in Hong Kong. Based on my current investigations, they include legislators, high-ranking police officers, and foreigners.

Why are you telling me this?

"You're a lot like me when I was young. Even if I don't say it, you'll investigate if you encounter something similar in the future."

Chen Fan fell silent.

His original intention was simply to come here and use his status as a Seraph to gain benefits, such as the one hundred million US dollars.

Even if you can't get all of it, and you can't openly spend it on yourself, it's fine to use it to get things done.

Unexpectedly, I heard this news.

Although the system had not yet given him a task, he felt that what the other party said was highly credible.

"Assassins from all over the world are converging on Hong Kong now; you can't hide your identity for long."

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Guobang gently shook his head: "I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of dying in a meaningless way."

"You're saying all this, like you're making your final arrangements, trying to get my help?"

Chen Fan felt somewhat helpless about these idealists, because, in essence, he also possessed a similar quality.

All I can say is that this guy has a good eye for people.

"Of course you're welcome if you'd like."

Chen Guobang smiled slightly; "However, you should think it over carefully. Some things, once done, cannot be turned back."

After saying this, he got up and called the waiter to settle the bill. After paying, he gently patted Chen Fan on the shoulder before leaving.

"Call me if you've figured it out."

"Aren't you afraid I'll report you to my superiors?"

"Can you?"

"Who knows?"

"Then I'll just pretend I guessed wrong. No one can win all the time."

Chen Fan remained silent, watching him walk towards the car and finally disappear at the end of the road.

Should we really go and help him?

Thinking about what the other party had just said, for some reason, Chen Fan not only did not have the slightest intention to back down, but also felt a faint sense of excitement.

Only by breaking the old order can a new king be born!

.......

.......

Inside a tea restaurant in Mong Kok.

Chili slammed a few Hong Kong dollars on the table and yelled at the man sitting opposite her, "Damn it, is the news really true?"

"Of course, the company you mentioned was set up by Hong Anyi. Many people know this, so it can't be wrong."

The man's eyes lit up when he saw the money, and he hurriedly tried to grab it, but his hand was slapped away.

Do you know what kind of business they mainly do?

Chili's face looked terrible.

"Of course it's Number Four! What else could it be? They own several venues in Mong Kok."

The man said, a little aggrieved, "Sir, I've told you everything you wanted to know. You can't go back on your word!"

"I'm a man of my word!"

Chili loosened her grip and shoved the money at him: "Get lost!"

"Hehe, thanks, sir. Come find me again if you need anything. I know this area like the back of my hand."

The man took the money, his eyes practically disappearing with a smile.

Chili didn't have time to pay attention to him and got up to walk outside.

A moment later, he went to a public phone booth and dialed Chen Fan's number.

"Brother Fan!"

"Huh? Chili peppers? What's up?"

"I...I have something I want to talk to you about. Could we meet?"

"Okay, I'll come pick you up. Give me your location."

"I'm in Mong Kok..."

Chili hung up the phone, then punched the board next to her hard, making a dull thud.

He originally just wanted to take advantage of the holiday to visit Zhaolongxing's company, but he didn't expect to receive this big surprise.

The three of them knew about Song Zijie's situation. At the time, Chili was thinking that the two brothers were brothers and could discuss things properly.

Now that it's his turn, he understands the true meaning of it all.