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Mong Kok, Tung Choi Street.

When Chen Fan arrived, Chili was squatting on the steps by the street, holding an unlit cigarette in her hand, turning it over and over.

He parked his car and walked over.

Chili raised her head when she heard footsteps, the bloodshot in her eyes particularly clear under the streetlights.

"Brother Fan."

"Um."

Chen Fan squatted down next to him, took out a lighter from his pocket, and handed it to him.

Chili took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and coughed repeatedly from the fumes.

"If you don't know how to smoke, then don't smoke."

Chen Fan took the lighter back and lit one for himself.

Chili lowered her head and remained silent for a long time before suddenly looking up and saying, "Brother Fan, my brother works in a gang."

"Um?"

Chen Fan was taken aback, then laughed in exasperation: "What, are you going to learn brotherhood from Zijie too?"

"I didn't want to either! Who knows what's going on in that good-for-nothing's head!"

Chili stubbed out her cigarette and ground it under her foot: "Brother Fan, what should I do?"

"Where are the others?"

Chen Fan thought for a moment and then said.

"I don't know. He hasn't been home for a long time, and my mom is worried sick."

Chili got even angrier as she talked about it, "If this bastard wasn't my brother, I would have punched his head off!"

"There's no use in being anxious. First, we need to find the person."

Chen Fan said softly, "I remember you come from a single-parent family, right? It's normal for young people to go astray. Just let your brother experience fatherly love."

Chili looked puzzled upon hearing this.

"Brother Fan, I don't have any objections, but I'm afraid you'll find it offensive."

"What are you complaining about?"

"Uh, my mom is in her forties..."

"Get lost!"

Chen Fan kicked Chili in the butt: "You want to be my son? I don't want to be your dad yet. Wait until your brother comes looking for me."

"Um..."

Chili nodded, and after a moment of silence, said solemnly, "Thank you, Brother Fan!"

"Don't be so mushy, or Curry will laugh at you."

Chen Fan dusted off his backside. "Alright, I have other things to do, so I'll be going now. Are you going back to your dorm?"

"I'm going home."

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

Chili stood there watching Chen Fan open the car door and get in.

The car quickly merged into the traffic in Mong Kok and disappeared into the sea of ​​neon lights.

He clenched his fists tightly, feeling not only anger at his older brother's lack of ambition, but also guilt and admiration for Chen Fan.

Chili peppers never considered themselves special.

The idea of ​​eliminating evil and maintaining order is too far-fetched; he just doesn't want his mother to worry too much, and he wants her to have a decent job so she won't be bullied.

Over the years, chili peppers have endured far too many cold shoulders.

Until he met Chen Fan.

A boss who isn't the eldest brother, but acts more like one than the eldest brother himself.

......

the next day.

The revenge fund was officially launched. On the surface, Hong Kong seemed to be doing the same thing as usual, but underneath, undercurrents were already surging.

Almost every moment, foreign assassins are pouring into the city through various means.

There are visibly more police officers patrolling the streets, and plainclothes officers are on duty all day at some important locations.

If Chen Fan had no connections, he would most likely be just like his colleagues, working like a beast of burden under the sun.

Fortunately, he had it.

11:12 AM.

Chen Fan sat on a seat outside the shop with his milk tea in hand. Opposite him was a bond company, but behind the scenes, it was the place where the Tsukamoto Zaibatsu controlled funds.

Those assassins who came to Hong Kong to participate in this grand event had to pay a deposit of five million.

Otherwise, even if you manage to capture the Seraph, you won't be able to claim the reward.

Five million isn't a lot, but it's not a small amount either; a professional assassin could easily come up with that.

However, it is very difficult for non-professionals.

For example, the kung fu emperor who is currently arguing with security.

Yeah, this guy should be called Little Rich now.

Chen Fan wasn't waiting for him, but for someone else.

A moment later, Crocodile appeared in a sharp suit and resolved Little Rich's awkward situation.

The two stood together outside the gate, talking to each other.

Chen Fan put down the milk tea, got up and walked over there.

Just then, Chen Guobang and his men got out of the car.

The two sides met briefly.

"What a coincidence?"

"It's not a coincidence, it's inevitable."

Chen Fan dismissed his words, saying, "Go ahead and do your thing. We'll talk about it later."

Chen Guobang nodded and led his men into the first floor of the bond company.

He came here not to arrest anyone, but to give these troublemakers a warning.

Crocodile and Little Rich saw the police and immediately prepared to run away.

Chen Fan, who had been waiting for a long time, stopped the two of them.

Who are you?

Crocodile Guy is rather short, so he has to tilt his head back to speak.

Chen Fan smiled slightly at him, "Uncle Liang asked me to give you his regards."

Crocodile's face immediately darkened, and he said to the clueless Little Fu beside him, "Take care of him!"

The latter was taken aback, then tentatively threw a punch, which was easily blocked.

Xiao Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Having been in Hong Kong for so long, this was the first time he had encountered someone who could so easily catch his attacks.

"Crocodile, are you sure you want to do this?"

Chen Fan's face darkened.

"Don't move!"

Upon hearing that his name had been discovered, Crocodile quickly stopped Little Rich, who was about to change his tactics.

"Who are you?!"

"You'll understand later. This isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere else."

Chen Fan released Xiao Fu's fist, turned to him and said, "Your aim is good, but your strength is lacking."

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Xiao Fu said in a simple and honest way.

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, not dwelling on the matter any further.

"Come with me."

Led by him, the three of them sat down in a tea restaurant on another street.

"You can talk now? How do you know about Uncle Liang! Could it be... could it be that you are the Seraph?"

The crocodile man, for some unknown reason, became excited: "No wonder you looked so familiar!"

"Don't make wild guesses, I live downstairs from Uncle Liang."

Chen Fan interrupted him directly, "I happened to see you when you came to see him that day."

Crocodile frowned as he recalled, and after a long while, he slapped his thigh.

"So it was you! You should have said so earlier! You scared me to death! It was all a misunderstanding. What did Uncle Liang say to you?"

He relaxed completely and reverted to his usual glib and slick manner.

"He said thank you for helping him get revenge."

Chen Fan said softly, "Seraphim, is there anything else you'd like to say?"

The crocodile man's smile froze instantly.

"Uncle Liang is senile, you believe everything he says?"

"So you're the Seraph?"

Xiao Fu suddenly realized.

"What Seraph? Do I look like one?"

The crocodile man almost cursed out loud.

"It's not about whether you look like it or not, but whether others think you do."

Chen Fan took out his identification and placed it on the table: "Inside information, there are still many military scrips remaining in Tsukamoto Kenji's stomach. With current technology, we can easily reconstruct the contents on them."

"Military scrip?"

Little Fu curiously leaned closer and asked, "Is he really a Seraph?"

"Whether he is important or not is irrelevant now."

Chen Fan explained, "Those people will soon find out about Uncle Liang hiring someone to kill him. This guy took 200,000 yuan, and Tsukamoto died the next day. Do you think that's a coincidence?"