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

7 PM.

The neon lights of Tsim Sha Tsui flickered in the night breeze, illuminating the entire street in a bizarre and dazzling way.

Chen Fan parked his car downstairs at the apartment building, walked through the narrow alley, bought a salt-baked chicken and half a pound of char siu from a roast meat shop on the side of the road, and carried them upstairs.

Room 1206, 12th floor.

The door wasn't locked; it was ajar, with a crack in it.

When he pushed open the door, the sizzling sound of oil in the pan came from the kitchen, and the air was filled with the aroma of stir-fried dishes.

"Has Afan arrived?"

Grandma sat on the sofa, still knitting a sweater.

She looked up, her reading glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose, and squinted at me.

"You bought roast meat? Ah Mei bought groceries today too, we're going to have too much to eat."

"It's okay, we'll eat it again tomorrow."

Chen Fan placed the roast meat on the coffee table, changed his shoes, and headed to the kitchen.

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

She was taking the washed vegetables out of the water and putting them into the colander, her movements quick and practiced.

"You're back?"

She turned her head, a smile playing on her lips, her wisps of hair damp with sweat and clinging to her skin.

"Um."

Chen Fan leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching her busy figure.

"Is the police station busy today?"

"good."

"You're lying. I heard there are a lot more police officers patrolling the streets lately. You must be very busy."

"Even when you're busy, you still need to eat."

Chen Fan said with a smile.

Ruan Mei paused in her chopping motion, and her ears slowly turned red.

She didn't turn around, but simply gave a soft "hmm".

"By the way, Amei, are you free lately?"

Chen Fan suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing serious. I noticed our electric fan at home is broken. When are we going to buy a new one together?"

"Huh? That one still works, no need to waste money!"

Ruan Mei shook her head vigorously.

Regardless of how she acts in front of Chen Fan, in essence, she has always been that stingy little Jew.

"Really? I was thinking of taking you out for a meal..."

"You can eat without buying anything!"

Ruan Mei blushed, but this time she refused to back down, staring intently at Chen Fan.

The latter smiled.

"good!"

A moment later, the food was served, and Chen Fan enjoyed a delicious meal.

Grandma made an excuse to go for a walk, leaving the two young people alone.

The blush on Ruan Mei's face never faded, and her usually nimble hands and feet became clumsy.

Chen Fan helped tidy up, and the two stood in the living room looking at each other, the atmosphere somewhat ambiguous.

"Hmm... Afan!"

Ruan Mei's face turned bright red, the blush spreading from her earlobes all the way down her neck, like watercolors spreading on paper.

"What... um..."

Ten seconds later, the door was closed, and Chen Fan stood outside, his lips still damp.

He let out a soft breath and said to the door that he was going downstairs.

Ruan Mei immediately opened the door and handed out a bag of fruit.

"Just bought it, it's very fresh!"

After taking it, Chen Fan stood there for a moment before returning to his room with a smile.

He placed the fruit on the coffee table, opened the window, and the night breeze blew in, lifting the stray hairs on his forehead.

Even if he hadn't run into Da Tou today, Chen Fan would have found another way to get involved in the gang's affairs.

However, he wasn't trying to become a champion of justice; rather, he was cultivating his own power.

Through Wei Jixiang's company, Chen Fan was able to recruit those skilled and daring fighters from his memory to his own team.

With their help, dealing with a bunch of mules would be a piece of cake.

The only thing we're lacking now is money.

This problem will soon be resolved, and Tsukamoto Kenji's revenge fund will be his first pot of gold.

Although that 100 million is illicit, as long as it is laundered through the right channels, it can become the fulcrum for him to manipulate the entire game in Hong Kong.

A gangster who doesn't know how to use his brain will never amount to anything, while a police officer in Hong Kong who wants to avoid being manipulated and bullied by his superiors needs to have the ability to overturn the table at any time.

Just then, the phone on the coffee table vibrated.

"Feed?"

"It's me!"

Chen Guobang's voice came through the receiver, deep and steady, "Ready."

Chen Fan's expression turned serious in an instant.

"When?"

"Tonight is the perfect time!"

The sound of papers turning over came from the other end of the phone.

"After the last incident, the Tsukamoto Building strengthened its security system."

There are more than a dozen security guards at the bottom, monitoring every entrance and exit 20 hours a day. Each of them is equipped with a stun gun. We can go around through the ventilation ducts and enter the building directly.

The next part of the journey was more troublesome. Eiji Tsukamoto had installed many infrared sensors, so we had to be careful when moving around. If the sensors were triggered, not only would the police station be alerted immediately, but the people inside would also surround us.

Finally, there's Kenji Tsukamoto's private residence, located on the top floor, currently occupied by his grandson. It's staffed with six bodyguards, all armed, two of whom are well-known international assassins.

"Heh, hiring an assassin as a bodyguard, this little bastard is quite interesting."

Chen Fan smiled and said, then added, "I'm thinking of calling another person. Is that alright with you?"

"You are responsible for any accidents that happen."

Chen Guobang cautioned, "I can retreat at any time."

"Don't worry, his marksmanship is better than yours."

After Chen Fan finished telling Peng Yixing where to meet, he hung up the phone and then dialed Peng Yixing's number.

The phone rang for a long time, so long that he thought no one would answer, when a somewhat hoarse voice came through the receiver.

"Feed?"

"Rick, it's me."

"Afan, are you about to make your move?"

Peng Yixing, who had been half-dead just moments before, became extremely excited.

"Um, can you come now?"

"Of course!"

Chen Fan gave the address and then hung up the phone.

He went to the window and stretched.

After so much preparation, it's finally time to begin.

Chen Fan didn't know if the dragon slayer would become the dragon himself, but he was very clear that his current goal was to kill the dragon first!

An hour later.

Chen Fan's car turned into the street on the east side of the Tsukamoto Building.

It was late at night, and this area was much quieter than Tsim Sha Tsui. The streets were lined with office buildings and commercial buildings, which were already deserted at this hour, with only a few lights still on.

This is the place I arranged to meet Chen Guobang.

Given that guy's speed, he should have been waiting long ago. Sure enough, we heard his voice not long after.

"Over here."

Chen Guobang's voice came from the corner.

Chen Fan got out of the car and walked over, finally spotting him behind a dark gray minivan.

Chen Guobang leaned against the car, with a black sports bag at his feet. The zipper was half open, revealing neatly folded gear inside.

"Isn't there one more?"

He looked around but didn't see a third person.

"We'll be there soon."

As Chen Fan said this, his eyes kept scanning the bag.

Seeing this, Chen Guobang simply unzipped the zipper, revealing what was inside.

Two shotguns, three pistols, two body armor vests, and lots of bullets. On top of that, there were two black hoods.

"We can't rule out the possibility that Eiji Tsukamoto has heavy firepower, so we need to be careful."

"If you had worked with me on half the case, you wouldn't have said that."

Chen Fan picked up the pistol and looked at it. "Just follow behind. I'll handle everything."

"Are you serious?"

Chen Guobang frowned: "This is different from solving a case. If something goes wrong, the chances of survival are extremely low."

Chen Fan smiled slightly upon hearing this, without offering any further explanation.