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

When a person's physique becomes strong enough, it will create a unique aura.

For example, when being stared at by a tiger or lion, the suppression from a biological level, though invisible to the naked eye, is incredibly real.

Although Chen Fan is still some distance from that level, he has already begun to take shape.

This can be seen from Fang Jiexia.

However, not everyone is like her, and Li Xin'er was clearly not used to it.

After receiving an affirmative answer, she first locked the door, then asked Chen Fan to lie down on a chair in another room.

"Don't be nervous, we're just chatting."

"I'm not nervous."

"That's good."

"My first question is, what kind of person do you see yourself as?"

"A good person."

If one party does not cooperate, it is impossible to get a definite answer in this kind of psychological questioning.

Will Chen Fan let a woman know what's in his heart?

He is not Chen Yongren, so the answer is definitely no.

More than ten minutes later, Li Xin'er let out a soft breath and voluntarily ended the test.

"Inspector Chen, it seems you don't trust me. Never mind, let's talk about it another time. I'll give you the things first."

Chen Fan straightened his collar, sat up from the recliner, and followed him back to the desk.

Li Xin'er took out the documents for him to sign, and then handed him a psychological test report.

Chen Fan took it and looked at it. There were a lot of terms on it, but he could understand the final conclusion.

Thanks.

"You're welcome."

Li Xin'er smiled, pursing her lips.

Chen Fan didn't waste any more time, put the documents away and left.

After he left, Li Xin'er peeked out to make sure he was gone, then immediately rushed to the phone.

"Feed? Jiexia!"

"Xin'er, did you give him the thing?"

"I've repaid the favor I owed you. Don't come to me with similar things again. Also, let me warn you, this man you've taken a liking to is extremely dangerous!"

She used "very" twice, which shows how much her emotions were fluctuating.

"But isn't it very charming?"

Fang Jiexia disagreed, "If it's the kind of guy whose true nature can be seen through at a glance, what's the point?"

"You'd better watch out, or you'll get yourself into trouble!"

"Fire? Then I'll be the moth."

"You're crazy! I can't even be bothered to talk to you!"

Li Xin'er angrily hung up the phone, but her mind kept replaying the scene from just now.

There's one thing she really agrees with Fang Jiexia about.

That man was dangerous, but equally charismatic.

the other side.

When Chen Fan came out of the clinic, the sun was already setting. He found a vendor on the roadside and ordered a bowl of cart noodles.

Although it's just a roadside stall, the soup is rich and flavorful, the fish balls are bouncy, and the braised pork intestines are perfectly seasoned.

He carried the paper bowl, eating as he walked towards the parking lot.

As Chen Fan passed a newsstand, he caught a glimpse of several familiar figures out of the corner of his eye.

Behind the newsstand, a young man with a head a size larger than average was hunched over, stacking a pile of newspapers onto the shelf.

His movements were slow, even somewhat sluggish, but he did them very carefully, arranging each piece neatly.

Hung Hing Big Head?

Chen Fan paused slightly.

Just then, three shirtless young men strolled over from across the street.

The leader had dyed his hair yellow, had a cigarette in his mouth, and swung his arms like crab claws when he walked.

The three people walked straight to the newsstand.

Yellow Hair shoved his cigarette butt onto a newspaper, interrupting Big Head's work.

"Hey, who gave you permission to set up a stall here?"

"I just taught Brother Feilong how to use the 'Tudi' technique, why can't we use it?"

Big Head angrily raised his head.

"Flying Dragon? That piece of trash has already been killed by Brother Yong of our Tung Sing. From now on, this street belongs to Tung Sing!"

Yellow Hair reached out and patted Big Head's face: "Three thousand yuan. If you give it to me, you can continue setting up your stall here. If not, get lost!"

"There are so many triads in Hong Kong, am I supposed to give money to every single one of them? You guys are breaking the rules!"

Big Head was furious.

Generally speaking, when a new organization occupies someone else's territory, it doesn't immediately try to take over the land. Instead, it gives prior notice and waits until the businesses are ready.

This way, conflicts can be avoided and things can be resolved more easily.

This Brother Yong from Tung Sing is doing this as soon as he arrives. Either he wants to make a quick buck, or he's suffered too many losses and has no choice but to exploit the situation to the fullest extent.

"Rules? Our rules are the rules! You won't give them to us, huh? Then smash up their stall!"

Yellow Hair kicked Big Head to the ground and ordered his men to start smashing the newspaper stand.

"You...bastards, stop!"

Big Head was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he went forward to fight with them.

He didn't dare to actually fight back. After struggling for a few moments, he fell to the ground and was surrounded and punched and kicked.

People came and went on the street. Some glanced at it and quickened their pace, while others simply took a detour. No one stopped.

Chen Fan looked at it for a long time, and finally picked up the bowl of unfinished cart noodles and walked towards the newsstand.

When he was still a few steps away, he swung the paper bowl.

The soup and noodles traced an arc in the air, landing squarely on the blond-haired man's face.

The blond-haired man cried out in pain from the heat and retreated hastily, frantically trying to wipe the noodles off his face.

"Damn it! Who the hell is this—"

"police!"

Chen Fan took out his ID and waved it in front of the three people.

"Would you like to come back to the police station with me to talk?"

The blond-haired man's face was scalded red by the noodle soup, and a few noodles were still hanging from his ears, making him look extremely disheveled.

He opened his mouth as if to curse, but when he saw the photo and number on the witness certificate, he swallowed his words.

"Consider yourself lucky."

Huang Mao spat at Da Tou and ran away with his two accomplices in a sorry state.

Chen Fan put away his ID and squatted down in front of Da Tou.

"We meet again."

Big Head lay on the ground, covered in shoe prints and dust, with a cut on the corner of his mouth and blood dripping down his chin.

He didn't speak, but instead slowly sat up, supporting himself on the ground, and bent down to pick up the scattered newspapers one by one and stack them neatly.

Chen Fan didn't help; he just squatted down and watched.

After a while, Big Head finished stacking the last pile of newspapers, dusted himself off, and said in a hoarse voice with a hunched back:

"Ah, Sir, I've reformed."

"Yes, I saw it. I even saw you get beaten up badly. When you took the blame for Big B back then, did you ever think about this day? Did you ever think about why none of your fellow disciples came to help you?"

"Sir, did you come here specifically to laugh at me?"

"I'm not that bored."

Chen Fan glanced at the newsstand. "Have you eaten yet?"

"I have no money left."

"You've really hit rock bottom. Come with me."

"Sir, what exactly do you want?"

"It's not about what I want to do, it's about whether you want to get back what you've lost."

Upon hearing this, Da Tou was stunned and completely bewildered.

What's lost? Get it back?

Will you really get it back?

He looked down at his hands; his fists used to be strong, but now they were almost too weak to clench.

"Can you help me?"

"It's not me, but someone can help you."

Seeing that he had taken the bait, Chen Fan's lips curled up slightly: "Hung Hing has more than ten branches, which is too much. And the leader is a good-for-nothing. If they can all succeed, why can't you?"

"What am I supposed to do?"

Big Head knew very well that there was no such thing as a free lunch; if he offered so many benefits, his demands must be considerable.

"You haven't made up your mind yet. Go back and think about it carefully."

Chen Fan wrote down his number in the newspaper.

"Make this call only when you've thought it through. Listen to me, once you make a choice, there's no turning back. It's either climb up or die."

Big Head stared at the string of numbers, lost in thought.