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

That night.

When Chen Fan got home, it was already past 1 a.m.

He took a shower and sat on the edge of the bed in his bathrobe.

Open the system panel, and lines of text slowly appear on your retina.

[Optional mission updated: Places Where the Light Doesn't Reach Us]

[Interim Assessment: Misplaced Justice]

[A law enforcer who transcends the rules, the terminator of all evil, the judge of the most heinous criminals.]

You have chosen your own path; what lies at its end, no one knows.

But one thing is certain—the moment you raise your knife, you are no longer one of the sheep.

Chen Fan's gaze lingered on the last line of text for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The text continues to scroll.

[Mission reward has been issued: Eye of Truth]

[Type: Passive Skill]

[Effect: When activated, it allows you to view the target character's basic status information and combat strength assessment.]

[Note: This skill does not consume sin points, has no cooldown, and can be used at any time.]

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow.

Can you see their status and combat strength?

It sounded impressive, but upon closer inspection, he knew the plot and realized that this thing was practically useless.

Moreover, for someone like him who is used to solving problems with bullets, no matter how strong you are, whether you have a strength of 100 or 1000, one bullet will take you down.

Oh well, let's just treat it as a joke.

the next day.

The ringing of his cell phone pulled Chen Fan out of his sleep.

"Feed?"

"Afan, it's past eight o'clock. All your men are here. Where are you?"

"Ahem, I went to bed late last night, sorry..."

Generally speaking, members of serious crime units like them don't need to clock in and out at fixed times every day like clerical staff.

Uncle Biao called specifically because he had something to say, but judging from his tone, it probably wasn't very important.

"I know young people like to have fun, but you should also be careful not to cause any fatalities!"

"What is it?"

"It's nothing, just come to the police station right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Fan was a little dazed.

What is this old man thinking about?

Chen Fan tossed his phone back onto the bedside table, leaned against it for a moment with his eyes closed, then threw back the covers and got out of bed.

While washing up, he glanced at himself in the mirror.

The Eye of Truth is opened.

[Chen Fan - Sheriff]

[Status: Full of energy]

[Combat Strength: The power of two wolves]

Wolves? Wild wolves or war wolves?

Chen Fan mentally complained and asked the system for an evaluation, which he received was based on his understanding.

So that's why they call him Wolf Warrior?

This must not take skill bonuses into account, otherwise it wouldn't be this low!

After wiping his face, Chen Fan changed his clothes, took his car keys, and left the apartment.

The breakfast shop downstairs was already open, steam rising from the steamer and swirling in the morning light.

He bought a cup of soy milk and two char siu buns, and walked towards the parking lot while eating.

It was almost nine o'clock when I arrived at the police station.

The lobby was more lively than usual, with several uniformed police officers gathered in front of the notice board, pointing and commenting on a notice posted there.

Chen Fan glanced at it, didn't go over, and went straight upstairs.

When they arrived at the Major Crimes Unit, they found Uncle Biao holding a meeting.

He stood in front of the whiteboard, a marker in his hand, and an open folder in front of him.

Seeing Chen Fan come in, he nodded, indicating that he should find a seat.

Chen Fan walked to the back row and sat down next to Ma Jun.

"Brother Fan, something big happened last night."

Ma Jun lowered his voice, a barely concealed excitement in his eyes, "Eiji Tsukamoto is dead!"

Chen Fan's expression didn't change much; he simply gave a soft "hmm."

Ma Jun, thinking he hadn't heard clearly, leaned closer: "It's said that Tsukamoto Eiji is the Seraph!"

"Huh? Who told you that?"

Chen Fan finally reacted and turned to look at him.

Ma Jun casually remarked, "That's what everyone outside is saying. The manager of the Revenge Fund has already announced that the mission is complete, and the news leaked from him."

Oh...

Chen Fan chuckled inwardly; he admired people with professional ethics.

At this moment, Uncle Biao cleared his throat.

"Maintain order in the meeting! Everyone, please be quiet!"

Chen Fan and Ma Jun quickly sat down, with the latter placing both hands on the table.

"Early this morning, Eiji Tsukamoto was shot inside the Tsukamoto Building and died on the spot."

Uncle Biao opened the folder, his reading glasses perched on his nose.

"Also killed with him were eight of his bodyguards and a Japanese woman."

A low murmur arose in the conference room.

"No signs of forced entry were found at the scene. The surveillance system was deliberately turned off 15 minutes before the incident, and the three security guards were knocked unconscious, so no useful footage was captured."

"Based on the on-site investigation and ballistic analysis, three people were involved in this operation, and the weapons used included pistols and shotguns."

He paused.

"At least one of them had extremely high shooting accuracy, and not a single shot missed."

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

Several veteran officers from the Major Crimes Unit turned around simultaneously, their gazes falling on Chen Fan, who was sitting in the back row.

Uncle Biao glanced at him, but quickly looked away without lingering.

"The investigation of the case has now been handed over to Interpol and Wan Chai for joint follow-up. Our Central Police Station is not directly involved."

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, while others looked regretful; their reactions varied.

"Don't get too excited. Although we don't need to be directly involved in the investigation, we've been given a new task."

Uncle Biao tapped the whiteboard, drawing everyone's attention back.

"The revenge fund has been withdrawn, and the assassins are leaving Hong Kong one after another. Our mission is to confirm the identity and whereabouts of each person before they leave, and to ensure that they do not cause trouble before they leave."

"No problem, Uncle Biao!"

"understood."

Meeting adjourned.

Chen Fan got up from his seat and led Curry Chili and the others toward the office.

Fang Jiexia didn't come today; something must have been holding her up.

A moment later, the group pushed open the door and went inside. Su Yulian had already tidied up the place, even mopping the floor.

Once Chen Fan sat down, Chili couldn't hold back any longer.

"Brother Fan, you have no idea, that Inspector Fang is really—really a monster!!"

"Oh? She whipped you?"

"That's not the case."

Chili scratched her head sheepishly, then started counting on her fingers.

"First, you can't get out of the car whenever you want, okay, I can tolerate that. Second, you're not allowed to talk while being followed, I can tolerate that too. Third—"

He held up three fingers with an exaggerated expression.

"You even have to ask her for permission to use the restroom?! This is outrageous!"

Curry finally looked up at him with a look of disgust: "That's because you always say you're going to the toilet, and then sneak off to the roadside stall to buy fish balls."

"I did that to replenish my energy!"

"You're buying three skewers to replenish your energy?"

"I bought it for you!"

"You finished it all by yourself."

Chili opened her mouth, then realized she was indeed in the wrong and reluctantly shut it.

Watching the two bickering, Chen Fan couldn't help but smile.

Just as he was about to say something, the office door was pushed open.

Uncle Biao peeked in.

"Afan, come to me."